A Western Doctor's Happy Farming Life

Song QingHan takes a look at Mu Qingfeng and seems to be organizing language.

It is not an easy thing to announce the patient's condition in person, whether in modern times or in ancient times.

Even if Mu Qingfeng's heart is strong enough, he is just a man of flesh and blood.

"Your disease, the possibility of uremia, accounts for the largest proportion of all conjectures."

He tried his best to describe the fact in more accurate language, although he knew that Mu Qingfeng did not necessarily understand.

However, although Mu Qingfeng can not fully understand his words, but the word "uremia" is still clear.

"You mean my urine is poisonous?"

Mu Qingfeng's face became more ugly. I don't know whether he could accept song QingHan's words or not.

Song QingHan shook his head, pondered for a while how to accurately describe the disease to him, and finally said: "you can understand that because your kidney failure, leading to different reactions of related organs, these reactions are called uremia."

This explanation is not difficult to understand, so mu Qingfeng quickly nodded and asked in a deep voice, "how do you treat it?"

Hearing this expected question, song QingHan quietly sighed in his heart and remained silent for a long time. Only when Mu Qingfeng's eyes showed impatience, did he say: "this disease can't be cured."

Mu Qingfeng put his hand on the armrest tightly, and his tone suddenly became cold. He said in a cold voice, "what do you say? Do you know what happened? "

Song QingHan's face did not change, calmly said: "I know, if I have no use, you will immediately kill me, but even so, I still maintain my opinion, just... I am still useful to you."

However, Mu Qingfeng seems to have set up an invisible barrier between him and song QingHan. After listening to song QingHan's words, he sneered: "since I can't be cured, what's the use of you besides backing me up?"

I didn't expect that song QingHan didn't answer this question at the first time. Instead, he raised his head and looked around the hall as if he was visiting a friend's home. He said slowly, "if you can spend so much effort to build such a powerful kingdom, there must be a lot of things you want to do?"

Mu Qingfeng stopped and was silent for a long time before he said: "so what? If you are too smart, everything will be empty in a twinkling of an eye. "

Song QingHan shook his head and said seriously: "as long as it exists, it will leave traces, otherwise there will be no history. Even after a thousand years, those heroic figures still exist, right?"

His words seemed to touch a deep point in Mu Qingfeng's heart. For a time, the atmosphere eased down.

After a long time, Mu Qingfeng began to speak again: "no doctor thinks I can survive this summer."

Summer has three months to come. What can we do in three months? It's no wonder that people at the auction house will spare no effort to take out such "treasure" as triplets to win a glimmer of hope.

However, in other words, after knowing that he has only three months to live, it is very rare for mu Qingfeng to maintain such a normal heart.

These thoughts flashed through song QingHan's mind, and he said earnestly, "and I, without accident, can make you live for at least three years."

He didn't talk about it in a big way, because the picture of the cake was too big, but it was not attractive to those who craved it.

However, the word "three years" has had enough impact on Mu Qingfeng. His slightly dilated pupil is enough to show his inner restlessness.

"Three years? Are you sure? Three years for normal people? Or three years of inaction? "

If you only give him a breath, it is alive, but what's the meaning of living like that? For such a man of high spirit, it is better to die than to live without success.

Song QingHan thought for a moment and said cautiously: "in a day, except for the two or three hours of treatment, everything is normal in the rest of the day."

From Song QingHan's answer, Mu Qingfeng can infer that he seems to have to receive treatment every day in the future. Although this answer is not a small blow to him, he is still a little excited when he thinks that he can stretch the three months that can be seen at the end into three years.

"When are you going to start treatment?"

Rao Shi Mu Qingfeng tried to restrain the emotion in his words, but song QingHan still heard a trace of excitement from it.

It's just... He thought about it and hesitated, "I need at least three days to prepare things and do experiments."

Three days is nothing compared with three years, but it is precious compared with three months.

However, Mu Qingfeng thinks very clearly that his only hope now is the thin and weak female man in front of him, so he has no expression and says: "yes, triplets will continue to be put here with me. After three days, someone will pick you up."

Song QingHan didn't doubt the other party's ability to find his residence at all. However, since he stepped on the "thief ship", his fear and worry were meaningless, so he said happily, "OK, I'll go back first. My family should worry about it if I'm late."Mu Qingfeng nodded and looked at his appearance of going out slowly. He felt as if he had taken some reassurance.

Over the years, song QingHan was the only one who broke the rule of "hand in money, one hand in delivery".

Song QingHan didn't think that he was anything special. He was having a headache now. After all, uremia was not like those surgical diseases before. He could be cured with a knife.

If you want to calculate carefully, his chances of success are only about 10%.

But even if it's only 10%, you have to try, or the chance of his death will be 100%.

When he found his way back home, it was already dark. Hualian had already cooked the dishes. As soon as he came back, he rushed into the kitchen to start hot dishes.

Fortunately, Wu Dahu came back later than he did. They almost walked in front of and behind the door, so Wu Dahu didn't notice anything wrong. Even if he saw two more people on the table, he just didn't see it, because he knew that song QingHan would explain to him sooner or later.

Sure enough, as soon as he finished his dinner, song QingHan took Wu Dahu to eat in the courtyard, telling him all the things that happened today from the beginning to the end.

Wu Dahu didn't show any expression when he heard the story of the half blood son. When he heard that song QingHan mistakenly broke into the auction house, his whole body was tense, his face was grim, and his lips were pursed into a straight line.

At the thought that song QingHan had been alone in such a dangerous place for so long, he felt as if he had done something wrong and felt guilty.

Why doesn't he have telepathy? If it's like before the cold days of Song Dynasty... No! The two times that song QingHan sensed before were both when the other party was about to die. He didn't want to have such a feeling, because he hoped that song QingHan would never fall into such a situation.

When song QingHan was halfway through, he noticed that Wu Dahu's mood was not right. As if he had guessed what he was thinking, he stretched out his hand and gave him a heavy pat on the shoulder. He chuckled and said, "it's my own mistake. What's your guilt? If you do this again, you'll make me used to making trouble unreasonably."