A Western Doctor's Happy Farming Life[2]

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Noticing that he still intended to make a fuss, Song Qinghan just delivered a smile while shaking his head.

Well, shouldn’t he be the one who was concerned about things being messed up? Even though he currently knew nothing about this Jiayi guy, he was still able to figure out that the femina man came here not for just a pure intention.

The one who tended to bully the weak but flatter the noble would never do something good in the end.

But even so, as long as this femina man wouldn’t be that stupid and annoying to harm his interest, he would definitely turn a blind eye.

The two had nothing to deal with this afternoon, so they went to report for file together negotiating about the affair of exchanging areas.

When allotting the areas, Jiayi purposely partitioned Wu Dahu’s tent into his responsible area. Noticing that Song Qinghan didn’t perceive anything strange, he turned his face and laughed secretly with complacency.

Of course he knew that Song Qinghan possessed a way more beautiful appearance than he had, so even Song Qinghan was a married femina man with a child, he had to be cautious on everything. Or otherwise, if the soldier he affected the most came to have an eye on Song Qinghan, that would totally be his biggest misfortune in his life!

Well, on the other side, Song Qinghan really had no idea where Wu Dahu’s tent located, so naturally he couldn’t tell what the difference was between the current re-arranged area and the previous one Jiayi orally announced. Furthermore, it wasn’t a necessity at all for him to enter Wu Dahu’s tent, it would be better than doing nothing as long as he was able to get closer to Wu Dahu and at least made sure that he was safe during the tense period.

After this kind of affair was finally perfectly solved, Song Qinghan made a meticulous consideration and then decided to visit the Imperial Doctors himself. He carried Little Shitou who was sleeping in his arms, and then hurried to walk to the direction leading to the tent groups where the Imperial Doctors stayed.

Smell of blood pervaded everywhere when Song Qinghan approached the tent groups, and he couldn’t help but frown tight.

Little Shitou seemed to have smelt such a pungent smell, he sniffed and then opened his eyes slowly, and then subconsciously buried his head deeper into Song Qinghan’s arms.

“Daddy, bad smell…”

His babbling finally attracted the attention from someone who was aside by Song Qinghan. His tightly frowning eyebrows released a bit when he caught a glimpse of Little Shitou. Yet he still delivered a harsh look to Song Qinghan when his sight fell on him, and then uttered unpleasantly, “Why do you bring the child here? Don’t you know that right there in front of us is somewhere used for saving injured soldiers?”

Song Qinghan felt quite awkward standing there as if he was standing between a rock and a hard place, and then without further hesitation he stuffed Little Shitou in his arms with mantle covered on his head, so as to isolate the pungent smell. And then he frowned either, answering, “Are there so many people got injured? I had heard from the resident in Yueban City that the serious cases would be sent back and get cured. How come this place is still filled with smell of blood like flooding everywhere?”

The man sneered abruptly as if to show his disdain over Song Qinghan’s ignorance, “Where do you think we can get such a great supplement to send all injured back?”

“Besides…” He took a sudden pause, glanced around meticulously and then fixed his gaze back on Song Qinghan, “What if some soldiers tend to be deserters using the injuries as an excuse?”, he said in a low voice.