A Western Doctor's Happy Farming Life

Qingyin village sounds like a quiet and harmonious village.

At the entrance of the village, there is a big tree surrounded by ten people to measure its diameter. The crown of the tree looks like a green cloud in the air, quietly guarding this lovely small village.

Song QingHan got out of the car. His eyes suddenly became cold. He reached out and took the package from yuanxuan. In a low voice, he said, "it's already started."

Having gone through this process countless times in his mind, Yuan Xuan was still nervous after all. After taking a few deep breaths, he nodded and said, "OK, let's go in."

Luo Haihai was infected by the serious attitude of master and apprentice. He followed them silently and looked at the surrounding environment while walking.

They went straight into the nearest courtyard, where there was a cold coffin in the middle of the yard. It was getting hotter and the smell of putrefaction came out.

The original text xuandun, reaction, this should be the person who died of wind and cold, looked up and went to the villagers who were sobbing in the house.

"Uncle, we are doctors of the rejuvenation hall. Can you stretch out your hand and let me have a diagnosis and treatment?"

The man whose cry was interrupted wiped his face and swept his swollen eyes. Seeing that they were all young people, he sighed and said in a low voice: "is the Spring Festival Hall becoming so snobbish now? Because we couldn't afford to pay, we didn't even send the more powerful doctors. Alas, that's all. It's not to say that you've met too many things recently, and your brains are confused...

the original Xuan was not affected by his despondent words, and frowned and began to pulse seriously.

Luo Haihai saw song QingHan and gave up completely. After thinking about it, he took the initiative to ask about the man's condition.

"Brother, do you remember who was the first to get sick? When did you get sick yourself? Is there anyone else in the village who is not sick? "

The reason why I asked the last question was inspired by the smallpox incident. Who knows if a small number of healthy people are needed to cure these people's diseases?

The man pondered for a while and then slowly replied, "first, it should be the old Chen hair disease at the end of the village, then his son, then the school, and finally, the whole village. There are some people who have not got sick, but few of them dare not to come back and take refuge everywhere."

"As for me, I was late to get sick. If I hadn't heard about it and rushed back from the outside, I'm afraid I would not have got sick. Alas..."

LUO Haiyun nodded thoughtfully and continued to ask, "if you ask me, the people who are parked outside are caused by the cold wind this time?"

The man moved his eyes to the door. When he saw the coffin, his eyes were red and he almost had to cry again.

Fortunately, he knew that there was an outsider present, and he didn't lose his temper. He said quietly, "yes, that's my father. He got sick earlier than me. If I didn't worry about him, I wouldn't rush back in a hurry, but I didn't expect that it would be late. When I came back, he couldn't even say anything. He could only look at me eagerly, as if he wanted to ask me to leave quickly How can I leave him seriously ill and live alone

"After serving him well for a few days, he finally couldn't hold on. He went this morning, so I was so rude when you came in. See you."

His words were light, but the meaning was heavy. The original Xuan did not know whether he thought of himself and the original book. He stopped his pulse and did not go on. He turned to song QingHan and said, "master, my pulse is no different from ordinary wind cold."

After that, he turned his head to Luo Haihai and said respectfully, "please advise Dr. Luo. I'm afraid the conclusion I reached is not accurate."

Luo Haihai nodded, sat down directly, and secretly praised in his heart.

Down to earth and earnest, nothing more than this!

is just obviously as like as two peas. The conclusion of the conclusion is identical with that of the original. So when Luo got up, he could not help but look at the song and Qing cold. He seemed to want to consult his opinion.

Song QingHan did not speak, just took his eyes to see the original Xuan, as if waiting for him to speak.

Seeing the three adults around me, I don't know when they all put their eyes on themselves. The original Xuan was still a little nervous. After a slight cough, he said slowly: "the conclusion of a case is not accurate. Let's continue to look down."

With that, he gave the patient a hug and walked away.

Xuan's attitude is not only serious, it is a little too serious, even from the head of the village to the end of the village, all over the village, to help each patient have a consultation, such a round down, the sun has been hanging high, their bodies also a thin layer of sweat, do not know that the toss is too hot, or too tight.

After seeing the last person, the original Xuan looked a little unpleasant, his face slightly red and said: "the people in the village have the same symptoms. It is really just the symptoms of ordinary cold. If they don't lie, take medicine on time and pay attention to keep warm, it shows the cause of the disease. There are other reasons, but we haven't found out yet."

Song QingHan nodded and saw that his lips were dry and cracked. He finally showed his first smile after coming here. He shook his head and said, "find a place to eat first. Even if you don't eat, you should drink some water. You are here to help people see a doctor, not a doctor."Listen to song QingHan's words, not only the original Xuan heart a pine, is Luo Haiyun, is also the same relaxed under the shoulder.

The three found a nearby village, gave money to the farmers, helped to prepare the food, and ate directly.

Because they came in a hurry, the farmers didn't prepare any meat. They just cut a few pieces of winter baked bacon and fried them with sauerkraut. With a few fresh wild vegetables, it was complete.

But in the eyes of farmers, some simple dishes are enough for three people.

After eating three bowls, Luo Haihai said with emotion: "I'm used to the delicacies of mountains and seas, but I find it's better to eat plain food."

Song QingHan did not answer, or the original Xuan whispered: "if you eat plain food every day, you will think about it."

Luo Haihai was stunned. He burst out laughing and nodded his head: "it's true."

I don't know if he was stimulated by yuanxuan's words. He took several liang of silver out of his arms again, called the farmers, handed the money over, and boasted, "the food is very attentive. If we can't find out any results today, we will come back to you in the next few days. You can prepare for it first."

No one does not love money. When he saw the silver, the farmer's eyes were bright. He quickly took it over and said with a smile, "thank you very much. What's your investigation? Maybe I can help you a little bit? "

This is not a secret, so Luo Haihai turned his eyes to Qingyin village and sighed: "of course, it's the condition of Qingyin village. It's common cold, but it can't be cured all the time, and even dead people. It's really weird. I'm afraid we can't find out anything for a while."

After hearing his words, the farmer's face became strange. After looking around, he bent down and said in a low voice, "I don't know if I should say one sentence."

"Shipping," he said

The village still hesitated, but he was offended by tianyindao! So the gods punish them, and they suffer! "

Luo Haihai laughs and shakes his head. He says firmly: "where does the God send punishment? If God has the time to punish, how can he not help the common people to fulfill their wishes? Or are those displaced people just right? "

He said so, the farmer's face suddenly became embarrassed, it seems that he did not expect his hot face pasted cold buttocks.

Just as the farmer was about to leave, song QingHan suddenly opened his mouth and calmly asked, "what else do you know? What they do will lead to God's punishment. "

The farmer's feet stopped, and quietly looked at Song QingHan. Seeing that he was a female man, he hesitated for a moment. I didn't know whether to listen to him or Luo Haihai.

Although Luo Haihai was stunned when he opened his mouth in Song QingHan, when he noticed the hesitation of farmers, he decisively said, "tell me about it! If it is well said, there will be a reward! "

With that, he took out a large ingot directly from his arms and put it on the table with a bang, which made the farmer's eyes straight.

This is a kind of money that can be taken in a proper way, so the farmer's face suddenly becomes serious and meditates for a moment, as if he is sorting out his thoughts.

"About a year ago, some people in Qingyin village had a whim and began to breed a large number of pheasants, even the field did not grow any more. The whole family specialized around the chirping chickens. Later, the whole village simply stopped farming and raised chickens. You know, their fields are the best and the fattest. They are so desolate. Do you think the gods will be angry? "

Xuan was the first to ask what song QingHan also wanted to ask.

"But when we passed by, we found that their fields were still planted, and they could be harvested in a while."

The farmer waved his hand, as if to let go, and disdained to say: "it was because they saw that there was profit in the future, so all the tenants went out. But the good farmland has been abandoned for so long, it is difficult to return to the previous appearance!"

Song QingHan nodded, his expression was still calm and asked calmly, "is there anything else?"

Seeing that they were not excited at all, the peasant household's enthusiasm seemed to be quenched by cold water, and said in a disdainful way: "no, if we say anything else, when they raised chickens before, the calls of those chickens were just like calling their souls. One after another, they were able to spread from their village to the village at the other end. We have put forward many opinions and they have a little reaction None of them. "

"Probably from then on, we knew that they would have problems sooner or later. No, God began to deal with them before people cleaned them up."