A Western Doctor's Happy Farming Life[2]

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Song Qinghan glanced at him and took the man’s hand out of the sand. Wiping away the remaining sand on the man’s hand, he said calmly, “As long as you wish to, you will be successfully thinking of a way! See, aren’t you able to grasp a handful of sand yourself?”

The man’s body trembled slightly, with his eyes got rimmed all of a sudden while the tears fell from his cheeks abruptly. Although there were two dirty marks left on his face, the tears that fell to the ground were crystal clear as zealous as his heart, burning with great ambition.

After a long time, he finally managed to control his uncontrollable emotions, untied the tattered clothes he was currently wearing, and then uttered to Song Qinghan slightly, “Doctor, please help me, I am eager to live, and I wish that I can vanish with dignity even if I have to accept my death.”

“Alright!”, sounded Song Qinghan. He then fixed his gaze decisively and came to use the liquor to disinfect the man’s wound. What a wound! Even Song Qinghan had seen so many scene before, it was still a scene dreadful to his mind.

If he didn’t get things wrong, this man’s belly was cut deeply and his stomach was half exposed. But it should be his luck that no organ split out, while the bad side of it was that if he couldn’t be treated properly, the inflammation would definitely cause him to death.

He pondered for a while, then after disinfected the scalpel, he glanced at Shuluo.

Shuluo was completely absorbed in the great show Song Qinghan operated, and when he came back to his senses and found that he was stared by Song Qinghan, he suddenly withdrew his gaze and came up to press the man on the ground by the arms, explaining, “It might be a bit painful, but don’t worry, it’s quick.”

The man delivered a smile and just as he was about to say something in response, he could clearly feel that a sharp coldness was completely falling on his belly, the feeling was much similar to the one on the day he was stabbed, yet it was kind of different as it combined with a little bit numbness.

The head of the doctor group was right now staring at Song Qinghan, his pupils shrank suddenly as if they had lost control, while his fists clung to his waist tightly as if only by doing so could he suppress the restlessness in his mind.

Oh, really? Was it really feasible? That was so amazing….

In fact, even though he was nominally the head of doctor group here, he was no more than a mediocre doctor in the remotest place and the one who even wasn’t qualified to get enrolled in the Imperial Hospital.

And to be preciser, it would be a pleasing statement to describe him as a mediocre doctor, but he was more like a so-called ‘lame doctor’.

However, he was different from other lame doctors because he indeed got a bit talent in the medicine area, and that was the reason why he would be elected as the head of the group.

In this area, situation like the head experienced was quite rare enough, yet the one Shuluo experienced was more common within the group, which, for no reason he was selected into the team and be responsible for bandaging stuff.

But fortunately, they still had their own conscience, and they wouldn’t treat these pitiful soldiers randomly just because they had no profound medical knowledge.

Yet for the most part of the serious cases, even though they wanted to help, they failed to offer a perfect solution.

Just in an instant, he got billions of ideas in his mind, yet among which he was fully confident about one point, that was: His opportunity might have come!

Well, if he was able to acquire knowledge and techniques from Song Qinghan, he probably would be qualified to get enrolled into the Imperial Hospital he was long for with the several achievements he had accomplished within the group.