A Western Doctor’s Happy Farming Life[1] chapter 48

With dinner finished, Song Qinghan came to the room but stood outside with a bowl of porridge in hands, pondering for a long while.

Not until the porridge was cooler did he pluck up all his courage to go inside.

Seeing that Wu Dahu still kept his eyes shut, he finally came to a relief.

After the feeding, he stared at the face of Wu Dahu all of a sudden, trying to look at Wu Dahu up and down in a careful way.

Did he really get some times that he dislike this kind of face? Especially in this world full of queerness, a world which possesses a super different aesthetic standard compared with him.

He wondered that if he would abandon this man in front one day he met another person whom he would crush on.

Besides, he lowered his head and looked at his belly.

Although he was unwilling to admit, the child in his belly still tied him and Wu Dahu up.

Deep in his mind, he was much resentful to those who abandoned the children after delivery. Would he be that kind of jerk too?

If, in the future, his child came to know that his daddy was such a man of irresponsibility. How sorrow would he be?

Just as his mind went wilder and wilder, Wu Dahu suddenly opened his eyes and was stunned when he noticed Song Qinghan was sitting right aside, and then he closed his eyes once again, seemingly pretending to sleep.

“I’ve thought it through.”

Song Qinghan suddenly uttered without foreshadowing. Well, in this way of utterance he would never know if he learned it from Wu Dahu.

Wu Dahu asked subconsciously, “What are you talking about?”

Song Qinghan smiled big, raising his eyebrows and pointing himself on the chest, saying, “Well, I mean, your heart and affection. I decide to preserve them right here. I’ve made my mind to cherish your infatuation!”

After his utterance, he stood up again and leaf to decoct the herbs without waiting for the reaction of Wu Dahu.

Sure enough, Wu Dahu was dumbfounded lying in the bed, he didn’t understand the meaning of what Song Qinghan just said. But he did find out that Song Qinghan seemed to have a good mood, so he came to know that he didn’t arouse any discomfort to Song Qinghan. Finally, he sighed with a relief.

After he finished taking the medicine, Wu Dahu suddenly recalled something, mumbling, “As for that day… I hope that you did not suffer from the bitterness of the medicine.”

Song Qinghan didn’t react at first. When he was informed the “bitterness of the medicine”, he got himself blushed all of a sudden, knowing exactly what Wu Dahu meant. Coughing, he took the empty bowl and left to the kitchen.

That night, although Wu Dahu had another fever at midnight, it wasn’t a serious one. Song Qinghan helped him wipe his body with liquor, and sooner his physical temperature returned to normal.

When he applied to change the dressing for the wounds in the next morning, To Song Qinghan’s surprise, he found that the tiny wounds on Wu Dahu’s body had totally recovered. He then took over the medical cream and examined it carefully, trying to figure out the amazing ingredients within. How come the effect of it could totally rival with antibiotics?

Wu Dahu, now with a fresher and better complexion, came to figure out everything happened yesterday after he inquiried Song Qinghan.

When he was informed how Xiaoqing’s father reacted yesterday, he got himself a sullen look with his eyelid slightly drooped. Something seemed to occur to him in his mind.

Days after days, Song Qinghan took good care of Wu Dahu. And on the fifth day since Wu Dahu got hurt, the man finally got himself capable to get off the bed and take some movements. He was allowed to walk about while avoiding some intense action.

Staring at the reducing rice and oil in the kitchen, Song Qinghan was all anxiety standing there.

Now, Wu Dahu was still in the process of recovering, and he was much inconvenient to go out alone since he carried a big belly. How could they get the supply?

He pondered a while, but none suitable popped up in his mind. He would never want to go visit Xiaoqing’s mansion again because Xiaoqing’s father was such a greedy man who would resort to any daylight rubbery.

Just as he was about to go to visit Qian Baozi, the door was knocked.

Wu Dahu was in his rehabilitation training in the yard, and was closer to the door. So he went to open it.

It was Laifu who stretched out his head inside the door in such a meticulous and tentative attempt. When he caught a glimpse of Song Qinghan, he got his eyes lit up all of a sudden, bowing himself in courtesy and saying, “Doctor Song, my husband Zhuer is getting better and better now, is it a high time to remove the threads?”

With his reminding, Song Qinghan counted a bit and found out it was almost the day, so he came to nod, answering, “Alright, I will go with you.”

At the moment Song Qinghan left to the room for getting his tools, Laifu finally noticed Wu Dahu and found a bunch of gauze on his body, he asked with a surprise, “Brother Dahu, what happened to you?”

Wu Dahu delivered the man a smile of bitterness, saying, “Nothing, I just met a giant bear for my misfortune. And I fought against it.”

With an utter astonishment, Laifu stretched long his neck looking around in the yard, praising, “Oh My Ancestor, Brother Dahu, you’ve got a better skill in your strength. You are such a miracle to escape from the giant bear. Did that bear run away?”

He examined all over in the yard but found no trace of any dead animal, so he wondered if the bear fled or not. After all, something like a dead body of a bear would surely give off an intolerant and pungent smell, so he didn’t think Wu Dahu would put it in their room.

Shaking his head, Wu Dahu pondered a while and explained, “It indeed died. But I didn’t take its corpse back, and I am not sure if it would be dissected by other animals. ”

Laifu pouted his lips and then held one of his fist in other hand, saying with a decisive look, “If Brother Dahu can get the bearskin, please sell it for me. I will purchase it with a price higher than the market standard. You don’t worry about the price.”

Wu Dahu looked at him strangely and asked in curiosity, saying, “Have you started the fur business?”

Scratching himself on the head, Laifu became a bit embarrassed, answering, “Something like that. I would love to give it a shot. Isn’t the winter coming again? So I predict that it must be a boom in the fur business. I never thought of any other career before, but since I got a child, I should strive for a better life for him, and hopefully one day I will relocate in the town with my family. To that end, it will also be beneficial for my child’s studies.”

Nodding, Wu Dahu was silent but showed his agreement.

However, Laifu was such a man of responsibility to trouble about the study affairs of his child although his child was just delivered not long.

And at the moment Song Qinghan got out from the room, Wu Dahu glanced at Song Qinghan’s ever-growing belly. He quietly nursed an ambition in his mind that he must be tougher and work harder in order to bring a better life for his husband and child.

Song Qinghan thought Wu Dahu was just worried about him while the man was keeping his eyes on his belly, so he came to console, saying, “I will be back very soon. Don’t worry about me, and since I got a better kit of scalpel, it will be smoother for me to remove the threads.”

Being reminded by Song Qinghan, Wu Dahu finally noticed the kit in Song Qinghan’s hands, he then asked in surprise, “Is that the knife kit we asked the blacksmith to make? How come it is made so fast?”

In thinking that Wu Dahu might get another jealousy if he mentioned Lin Dafu again, Song Qinghan answered in a vague tone, saying, “Yes it is. Probably the blacksmith got a dire business recently. Anyway, I will leave now. Take care of yourself.”

Although Wu Dahu felt that Song Qinghan was seemingly avoiding something, but he didn’t think too much. He just raised his head and looked up in the direction of the back mountain.

The bearskin!! Probably it would be rotten within days, thought Wu Dahu.

Arriving at the room where Zhuer stayed, Song Qinghan noticed that the child aside Zhuer was quite adorable, he then was totally attracted by this little cutie.

Kids get changeable looks and possess different appearances compared to the one of previous days, well, now Song Qinghan finally could witness the “Magic”.

Seeing that Song Qinghan took out his scalpel in the box in his hands, Zhuer didn’t fear at all, but came to smile, saying, “Finally I can get rid of these annoying threads on my belly! That’s such a relaxation for me.”

At the moment Song Qinghan saw the black threads on Zhuer’s belly, he found that was such an ugly stain on Zhuer’s rather smooth and fair skin. He should have chosen a white thread instead of black one in the beginning.

But logically speaking, whether they were white or black ones, they weren’t the best choice to stitch the wounds. Because at the end of the recovering process, the body would produce a rejection to these alien materials. So if these threads couldn’t be removed in time, they would cause an inflammation.

With that thought, Song Qinghan disinfected the scalpel in a quick move, and then applied it to the Zhuer’s belly without hesitation.

Zhuer didn’t lower down his head to witness the process, and he didn’t even see clearly how Song Qinghan operated on his belly. The next moment when he intentionally to take a glance at the operation, to his surprise, the black threads on his belly were just gone.

Sighing with a relief, he turned to Song Qinghan, saying happily, “Doctor Song, that’s it? So I wonder if it will leave a scar or not when the wounds recover completely. And if I get pregnant again, will it break?”

Thinking about the scary image of belly explosion, Zhuer shivered and trembled there. Although he was just asking that in a causal tone, he still couldn’t help but imagine.

Song Qinghan straightened up his back and said seriously, “You’d better not get pregnant within one year. And as for the scar, it depends on individual physical status. If you can get some cream to wipe for the scar removal, get it and apply.”

Nodding hurriedly, Zhuer turned to Laifu, saying, “Did you hear that? No pregnancy within one year.”

Laifu stood there showing a face of sincerity, and answering, “Don’t worry. I will keep that in mind. Your health matters the most. As for the scar removal cream, I will go buy it tomorrow. I heard that it’s sold by Huichun Shop. I will purchase some back. Don’t worry.”

Hearing that, Song Qinghan conceived an idea himself in his mind, he came to ask, saying, “You will head to the town tomorrow? How? By carriage or on foot?”

Laifu didn’t think it much, answering directly, “I will go with a servant of my mansion, and I will rent an oxcart for the trip. Something wrong? Doctor Song.”

Zhuer seemed to be the wiser one who read out the intention of Song Qinghan, he asked, “Are you going to the town for some purchases, Doctor Luo? Why not let Laifu help you bring them back? Don’t worry, the oxcart is big enough to accommodate various goods.”

Nodding, Song Qinghan answered in an awkwardness, “Since Dahu got hurt and I still carry a big belly, I should ask for some help. The food supply in my house was already run out. So if brother Laifu would love to help. I will appreciate that much. I will make a list to you later.”

Without hesitation, Laifu promised Song Qinghan and then ordered the servant to take their writing brush, ink, inkstone and paper over in study. Then with the writing brush at hand, Laifu asked Song Qinghan with an enthusiasm, saying, “What do you need? Doctor Song. I will make a list for you.”

Seeing that this loving couple was with such a warmhearted mind, Song Qinghan felt so much warmth. These two didn’t even regard it as a troublesome work and also, took the initiative to assist. Song Qinghan then commenced listing every need orally.

Laifu didn’t show any impatience either when Song Qinghan was pondering and thinking about the stuffs. On the contrary, he did join in the brainstorm with him. Not long, a list in length was completed.

Searching up and down in his cloth, Song Qinghan then said awkwardly, “I forgot to bring money here. I will bring them later, is that okay?”

Laifu and Zhuer waved their hands at the same time, and it was Zhuer who came to utter, “No need at all. We didn’t pay you for the treatment yet. The cost of your purchase will be offset by the partial treatment cost. Don’t worry about that, Doctor Song. You’re my saver, how can I charge you for that?”

Laifu then echoed, “That’s right! We were conceiving any idea to thank you, but since we got nothing decent to give you, we failed it. So as for this matter, please lend us a chance to pay you back.”