A Western Doctor’s Happy Farming Life[1] 139

Song Qinghan walked in front leading, and then he suddenly turned his head to look at Luo Haiyuan was was standing still with a look of utter ignorance. Raising his eyebrows, he said, “What now? Are you trying to go back on your words?”

Luo Haiyun regained his attention and quickly followed up. He shook his head and denied, “No, I’m not that kind of person, and you did win the bet. Moreover, it will be my fortune to work for the one who cure an unprecedented hard-to-be-solved problem, how am I going back on my words? But by the way, I indeed know Doctor from the Huichun Shop in that provincial capital, but what’s beyond my expectation is that he was sincerely convinced to be your assistant! I mean, at least I would think it was someone probably at his age!”

He took a sudden pause as if something had occurred to him all of a sudden, and then he continued to say in seriousness, “But, Doctor Song, why didn’t you accept the award from the imperial government? It should be your luck that the Emperor didn’t pursue the matter further. If he did, forgive me if this might be unpleasant to your ears, you might have had to bear all the consequences yourself.”

Now, it was Song Qinghan’s turn to put on a face of astonishment, he frowned tight and said, “How come I did not know the fact? I mean, why didn’t I know the imperial government had awarded me?”

So he said so, he suddenly recalled the day when Doctor Shi got him informed about the matter, and then he murmured dubiously, “Though Doctor Shi had informed me once that the imperial officials would come for me, but it’s been a long time now, I haven’t seen anyone who get the right traits as he mentioned…”

Hearing that, Luo Haiyun immediately understood what was going on. He pondered for a moment and then uttered slowly, “Probably someone who harbored evil intentions interfered into this matter. But since the Emperor didn’t mean to pursue the matter further, he who does things with bad intention probably has no willingness to pay attention to it. But you should be careful in the near future for your own good.”

Song Qinghan nodded and walked towards the Huichun Shop while pondering along the way.

Who did he offend at those times? It was just Guan Yiyu alone, but it was not necessarily true. Perhaps his contribution was too much in the eyes of some people, so the other party decided to give him a lesson. Therefore, it was really not easy to find the person behind the scenes.

When he came back to his senses, they were already standing in front of the patient with stomach cancer. It could be seen from the yellow-wax-like complexion of the man that he still suffered from such annoying symptoms, yet it was indeed better than any moment before. Noticing that, Song Qinghan uttered with decisiveness, “Let’s do it today!”

Luo Haiyun didn’t understand, but Yuan Wenxuan got it. His face remained his customary calmness, yet a trace of unexpectedness flashed across his eyes, and then he asked in confusion, “Master, didn’t you say that we have to wait for a while?”

Song Qinghan shook his head and explained, “You should know that this kind of disease won’t show its mildness as the times goes by. As for the fact I wanted him to take good care of himself in this period, the final aim is to give him some times to calm down so as to keep his mood and mentality in the best status. But from the current condition, everything seems to have been in a perfect status, we’ve gotten the maturest condition to make the operation since he is now rather obedient. In that case, we should race against time instead of taking a wait-and-see approach. Otherwise, the cancer cells might threaten to propagate, which is dangerous for him.”

Yuan Wenxuan nodded thoughtfully, took out the scalpel from the bag and began to prepare for the operation.

In fact, what he admired his master the most was that he could learn a lot anytime and anywhere from Song Qinghan no matter what situations they were in. And it was not because Song Qinghan was stingy to hide all he knew, but they were something needed to be combined with the actual cases.

Luo Haiyun stood there dumbfounded, but he still could guess what the two were going to do from their actions. His expression came with a great excitement, and just at the moment he took a glance at Song Qinghan’s profile of calmness, a light of inspiration seemed to flash across his eyes.

The patient wasn’t stupid at all. He knew that he was finally going to accept the ‘final trial’. Although he was nervous, his eyes were full of easiness. He relaxed cooperatively and said calmly, “Doctor, don’t worry about the consequence. I won’t complain anything even I am going to die because of the operation. My family members have already regarded me as a dead one now, they won’t trouble you at all, just mention to ease your mind.”

Without a word, Song Qinghan cut off the patient’s clothe directly, leaving a hole right at the spot he stomach was at for surgery. After thinking for a while, he said to Luo Haiyun, “During the operation, you are responsible to take his pulse, remind me if some unexpected things happen. Wenxuan is still too young after all, he might ignore some important details.”

Noticing that he was coming in handy, Luo Haiyun nodded vigorously just like the chicken pecking rice, he rolled up his sleeves with his eyes lit up with hope, seemingly he was all-prepared to join the ‘combat’.

After Yuan Wenxuan prepared everything and fixed the patient’s limbs, Song Qinghan disinfected his hand and said in a low voice, “Let’s start.”

The incense had already been ignited by Yuan Wenxuan in advance. And this should be the most straightforward way to reckon by time in case that they might be all absorbed in the operation without considering the time, which in the end might also cause a failure to the operation.

Song Qinghan picked up the scalpel and stroked the patient’s stomach to find the location of the stomach. After finding out the exact position of the cancer, he pursed his lips and silently planned the way to deal with it in his mind, he should and had to avoid any possibility to cut the patient’s aorta, reduce the bleeding condition as much as possible and move quickly.

At first, the patient only felt a bit cold on his belly, just like something not belonging to him was peeled off. But just as he came back to his senses, pain overwhelmed him all over his body, followed by an uncontrollable fright towards the so-called operation.

His stomach was actually opened?! Then how could he sustain his life?

Probably Song Qinghan himself was aware of the patient’s nervousness, he then sneered, “The consequence depends on you now, come one, don’t exert yourself, or you might bleed fiercely.”

Song Qinghan’s words seemed to have a kind of magic that could easily infect a patient in a desperate situation. After hearing Song Qinghan’s words, the patient took a deep breath, and then tried to adjust his tempo of breathing, stared at the ceiling trying to distract his attention. He did well enduring the great pain and only exhale heavily when he couldn’t bear no more.

Luo Haiyun did not expect that Song Qinghan would be so decisive. He was amazed by such a confident doctor who remained his own calmness cutting off the belly acting like an indifferent butcher. It was a widely known fact that even the most experienced butcher would light an incense himself and pray for the forgiveness from the Buddha before the ‘massacre’. Yet Song Qinghan seemed quite different from that, he was cold and calm as a freak, acting like he was processing something lifeless.

Song Qinghan focused on the operation and didn’t bother with Luo Haiyun, but Yuan Wenxuan was different. He looked at Song Qinghan’s movements while examining the burning of the incense. Occasionally, when he glanced at Luo Haiyun, he also knew to remind this assistant doctor, “Doctor Luo, this is not kind of a tiny operation, you should concentrate on it. As long as you’re not blocking Master’s movement, it’s your duty to take the pulse and report the real-time situation.”

Luo Haiyun, who was called back by Yuan Wenxuan, quickly disinfected his hands by imitating the action of Song Qinghan. And then he walked over from the other side, took up the patient’s wrist and commenced taking his pulse.

The first attempt to pulse-taking shocked him right away.

The patient didn’t bleed that much, yet his pulse still remained stability which was a far cry to the situation in his mind.

Time passed quickly as the whole incense died away, the patient’s face became paler and paler, and the sweat on Song Qinghan’s forehead gathered more and more.

The next moment, beyond Song Qinghan’s expectation, the blood in the patient’s belly surged suddenly, gushing out like running water. The blood soaked the entire quilt and flowed onto the ground.

Even though Yuan Wenxuan had never had such a big operation himself, he noticed that something was seriously wrong. He couldn’t help but tighten his heart and feel worried.

Luo Haiyun noticed Yuan Wenxuan’s expression and carefully examined the patient’s pulse. He suddenly reminded him, “His pulse now is becoming weaker, he’s dying…”

Song Qinghan’s face darkened, a surging invisible tide was hidden in his pupils.

Without precise instruments, even if he lowered his heart rate and kept himself in a state similar to a robot, he couldn’t accurately sustain his movement in a precision of millimeters. Just then, he accidentally touched the patient’s artery, that was the reason why the blood would suddenly surge.

In fact, the operation was already done, so he just needed to stop the bleeding and sew up the patient’s belly.

However, judging from the current situation based on the speed at which the blood flowed, he was worried that after he sewed up the patient’s belly, the patient would definitely die from bleeding.

If there was a blood bag, as long as there was a suitable blood supplement, the patient would definitely survive, he promised!

Now all kinds of scenarios were flashing in Song Qinghan’s mind while his movements didn’t stop or slow down, the operation would be brought to successful completion just after several moments.

However, the patient seemed to have realized something. He smiled weakly and whispered to Song Qinghan, “Doctor, you’ve tried your best. No matter what happens, I won’t blame you…”

“Shut your mouth!”

Song Qinghan roared as his eyebrows jumped on his face, he still concentrated on sewing the belly and finally he succeeded finishing the last step.

“The bowl, get me a clean bowl, NOW!”

He ordered Luo Haiyun, at the same time his eyes bloodshot and his expression was horrifying.

Although Luo Haiyun was shocked by such a scene, he ran out obediently and took back a bowl in less than a moment.

Witnessing Song Qinghan was doing something with a slender gadget, Yuan Wenxuan took the bowl and disinfected it.

Song Qinghan frowned tightly, looked at the thin tube in his hand, and then he raised his hand, and cut a hole in the bowl with the scalpel, letting his blood flow into the bowl.

Yuan Wenxuan’s hand trembled and almost smashed the bowl onto the ground. He responded in shock, saying, “Master! What are you doing?!”

Luo Haiyun couldn’t comprehend the whole matter Song Qinghan did, so he kept taking the patient’s pulse, “His pulse is getting to the weakest situation now! I can barely detect any beat of the pulse!”

Song Qinghan turned to look at the patient who had a calm expression with a pair of closed eyes. His lips pursed into a straight line, while his expression revealed a determination.

Seeing that the blood in the bowl was almost full, Song Qinghan pressed the wound directly with gauze and walked to the patient with the bowl full of fresh blood. He used the thin tube in his hand to poke the patient’s veins and channel the blood into the patient’s body.

Well, it seemed not to be a wise attempt though, the speed of the blood transfusing naturally couldn’t compete with the one in modern times. But as he noticed that the volume of the blood in the bowl started reducing, he felt a great relief in his mind.

And now, the worry for him should be the blood type adapting problem. The reason why he would make a direct decision to use his blood was because he himself owned a universal blood type- Type O blood. However, since he wasn’t the original one who possessed this body, he wondered if the blood type would change either.

Moreover, he got no any machine to test the blood type. Taking the risk was his only chance now to save this patient.