A Western Doctor’s Happy Farming Life[1] Chapter 20

Wu Dahu and Qian Baozi didn’t pull down the original house as they pulled down the wall yesterday in considering that the original one still kept a good shape. Instead, they built up a new one aside in the shape of “L”, and combined to be an entire “U” shape together with the original one.

When they finished almost half of the process, an uninvited guest showed up again.

It was Lin Dafu, who was showing up looking around outside the door. Song Qinghan felt quite annoyed and then walked over trying to close the door.

As Song Qinghan happened to close the door, Lin Dafu stretched his foot to block the corner, saying in impatience, “Han, I find you a doctor. Let us in!”

As he finished his words, he tried to stepped back a bit. An old man featuring long and white beard showed up out of Song Qinghan’s expectation.

Song Qinghan stared at the old man in confusion but then looked at Lin Dafu, saying in grievance, “Are you insane? I would suggest that he should check you out.”

However, he got a weaker strength than Lin Dafu that he couldn’t even close the door trying his best while Lin Dafu resisted outside.

Noticing the disturbance over the door side, Wu Dahu cast a glance at Qian Bao and walked over.

“I TOLD YOU NOT COMING AGAIN!” warned Wu Dahu, he didn’t show a mild attitude as yesterday, but somehow a bit hostile.

Hearing it was Wu Dahu coming over, Lin Dafu got his face rather sullen. He narrowed his eyes, saying, “You know that Han gets a bad health, and I get him a doctor now. Let him take a check and make a diagnosis and we’ll leave.”

Wu Dahu said with a rage, “I know better than you whether he gets a good health or not. Even if you want to find him, you have to ask me first.”

“Oh, really?” asked Lin Dafu, he laughed with an emotion of somewhat satire, and then continued to uttered, “I’ve already heard that since Han got his memory loss, you never ever took him to see a doctor. Not even one time.”

Wu Dahu subconsciously glanced at Song Qinghan. Song Qinghan didn’t expect that his casual words would become a way for Lin Dafu to humiliate Wu Dahu. He couldn’t help but explain, “I got no pain, I got no illness. Why should I see a doctor?”

When facing to Song Qinghan, Lin Dafu got his expression tenderer, but still insisted on his plan, saying, “An amnesia is the case! By the way, you won’t loss anything just for a check. If you really get something serious, we can give you a treatment. If not, at least we don’t have to worry anymore.”

After that, he looked at Wu Dahu and sneered, saying in a tone of sarcasm, “Or is there someone worried that if you’re getting well and you will be less obedient?”

A coldness suddenly showed up on Wu Dafu’s face. He gave up his resistance, saying, “I will respect the choice of Han.”

Seeing that the two were looking at him at the same time, Song Qinghan was a bit hesitated. He waved his hand and said in an impatience, “Fine, fine. You’d better stop the childish action after the check!”

As soon as he finished his words, he stretched his hand out in front of the old man, mumbling and urging, “Hurry up. There’s a lot of work ahead of us.”

Seeing this, a trace of gloom flashed across Wu Dahu’s eyes. On the other side, Lin Dafu nursed a arrogance showing on his face.

The white-bearded old man smiled and pointed to the inside room, motioning Song Qinghan to lay down in the bed for a further diagnosis. As Song Qinghan did so, he slowly moved a bench over and sat down, put down the medicine case on his body, took out the pad and put Song Qinghan’s hand on the it. Then he began to take his pulse.

Seeing that the so-called doctor was checking seriously, Song Qinghan was no longer showing his impatience. He just quietly stared at the ceiling, waiting for the final diagnosis.

However, it took a long time for taking his pulse. As Song Qinghan waited, he couldn’t help but got his mind wild.

What if something was really wrong and diagnosed by the doctor? What if he was cured, and in a result, the original possessor came back taking over the body? Or what if the doctor didn’t find something wrong, but became suspicious about his real identity?

Wu Dahu, who was waiting aside, also had a worried look on his face. It seemed that no matter what the result was the doctor diagnosed, it wouldn’t be a good one.

On the other hand, Lin Dafu spoke to the doctor in a pleased tone, saying, “Take it slow but serious, check the pulse carefully and see what happened.”

After a long while, the doctor finally released his hand and let out a long sigh.

He stroked his long and white beard and said with a smile, “Childe Song used to get a ailing body, but now it seems to be getting better, but he still needs to take a good rest for recovering till a comprehensive health. As for the little baby, everything is just fine. From the intensive pulse of it, that’s a such healthy and strong baby.”

After this conclusion, he quickly packed up the things and stood up, and was ready to leave.

But then Lin Dafu showed his impatience. He stepped forward to stop the doctor and asked with a frowning look, saying, “Haven’t you found out the reason why he got the memory loss? How didn’t you check that out?”

The doctor seemed to be reminded from Lin Dafu’s words, gushing, “Oh.” He stroked his beard and explained, “It’s quite a normal phenomenon for some femina males when they are in their pregnancies. And in this situation, we can’t even diagnose it through the pulse. Everything will be fine after he give birth to the baby. Don’t worry!”

The final conclusion got Lin Dafu a mixed feeling, with the his countenance showing an unknown emotion. But finally he had to compromise, and leaf together with the doctor.

Although Wu Dahu had guessed this result for the diagnosis, since he heard the words from the doctor by his own, he felt somehow sorrow.

As expected, Song Qinghan would become back as before after giving birth. No one could tell if it boded ill or well.

But one thing was sure enough, if Song Qinghan regained his memories, he would never treat Lin Dafu like a stranger like this.

As for Song Qinghan, he just felt somehow relieved after the diagnosis, he got off the bed with relaxation.

Thanks to the “Principle of Abnormalities in Pregnancy” which was rather odd and traditional theory for a doctor from a modern world. As for the explanation after giving birth, he had already come up with an idea.

He could explain that he felt happier than before, and would never be willing to recall something happened in the past. As for whether he had “regained his memories”, who would know? It was impossible for others to see through his mind and check out whether he was laying or not.

He walked over and patted Wu Dahu on the shoulder, saying with a big smile, “Don’t get yourself such a sorrow face. See? I am alright! He must have given up this time and won’t come again!”

Wu Dahu wasn’t that kind of optimistic. He just barely pulled the corner of his mouth and pretended to smile, and went out to work.

When he reached the yard and noticed that the process was still at its pause and nothing had changed, he knew that Qian Baozi had just slacked off.

As expected, as soon as he drew near, Qian Bao spoke in a lower voice, saying, “Is that Childe Lin? What happened to him? Was he regretted now? He is trying to take his ex back?”

Wu Dahu was upset thinking about other annoying things and nodded without hearing his words.

Qian Bao slapped his thigh and said in his anger, “What a bastard he is! So he gets so capricious on marriage, and treat it as a joke? Who does he think he is? An Emperor?”

After saying these words, he felt a little worried and then continued to say in hesitation, “Then…How does your husband think of that? Is he willing to go back? It is a truth that the Lin Family is such an affluent one here, but if he go back to that mansion, he probably can be just a concubine. If he still choose to stay with you, at least he gets the center position. It isn’t a hard choice for him.”

Seeing that Wu Dahu was silent, he thought the result was not good, and then he gritted his teeth and said, “How callous he is! He gets such a short-term view! How can he give up a man like you? He will be regretted some days.”

“What regretted?” shouted Song Qinghan.

He stared at the two in a strange way who were stood there stationary, trying to figured something out from the odd gestures of them.

Qian Bao glanced at Wu Dahu, coughed softly and laughed, saying, “No, nothing. Brother Dahu, let’s continue our work. Everything will be fine!”

As if he was trying to erect an active role model for Wu Dahu, he quickly pressed the new house with new mud, and in a while, he finished another half.

Wu Dahu finally came to his equanimity and then turned over to Song Qinghan, saying, “Go inside and take a rest. Here is full of dust, it’s not good for you to stay.”

Seeing that Wu Dahu’s eyes were intentionally avoiding him, Song Qinghan knew that this man got something in his mind again. He wanted to ask him the reason, but it was rather inappropriate since there was another guy here. He could only go back to the room with a grievance and tried to indulged himself with the fruit tea for cooling down his internal heat.

At noon, the first new house was finally built.

After Wu Dahu went into the kitchen to cook his meal, Qian Baozi had already gone when he went out. Probably, Qian Baozi intended to go back home for lunch and found a chance to slip away.

When there were only two people left, nothing but awkwardness permeated in the room. Song Qinghan suddenly put his chopsticks on the bowl, saying in his equanimity, “Are you worried that when I regain my memories, we won’t get along that well like these days?”

Wu Dahu said no words, but his expression on his face had already given the answer, “Indeed”.

Song Qinghan knocked on the bowl with his chopsticks trying to draw his attention. He then said with a funny tone, “Forget about my memories loss, let’s talk about us these days. Aren’t we getting along quite well? I know you treat me good and I keep them all in my mind. Let’s say maybe I will look at you with quite different eyes after my memories come back to me. Don’t try to make yourself suffer such a bad deals. You’re still young, don’t frown and be like an old man!”

Although Wu Dahu didn’t agree all with his words, he was still amused by his last words and raised his eyebrows, saying, “Am I young? I am three years older than you!”

It was not an easy-to-answer question for Song Qinghan, he just took up his bowl in silence. If it should be taken seriously, and used his own age in the modern world, he should be older than Wu Dahu.

Fortunately, he was now the younger one.

After the two finished their meal, it seemed that Wu Dahu had regained his mood, while the atmosphere between them returned to its harmony. When Qian Baozi came, the two once again became soft and sweet with each other.

Without Lin Dafu’s disturbance in the afternoon, Wu Dahu and Qian Baozi became more efficient. In less than an hour, another house was built.

Not only that, considering that they probably would need a place for drying the fruits and other ingredients such as illicium verums, Wu Dahu asked Qian Baozi to help build a new outdoor hearth in a wider and bigger size.

Before Qian Baozi left, he realized something and suddenly turned his head and asked Wu Dahu, “You don’t have a heatable brick bed, do you?”

Wu Dahu was stunned and nodded, answering, “Yes, I’m not afraid of coldness, so…”

Qian Baozi then put all his stuffs down and said with a tone of warning, “Oh well, I know you are not, but how about your husband and the upcoming child?”

Seeing he began to prepare the material for building a heatable brick bed, Wu Dahu also hurriedly went into the room and drew out the place he wanted to make.

Song Qinghan looked at it for a while and said in confusion, “Since you want to build a heatable brick bed, how about the bed you made these days?”

Wu Dahu shook his head and explained, saying, “The heatbale brick bed is only for the winter. It’s better to sleep on the bed when it’s not cold, especially for people like you who gets a weak body.”

Song Qinghan nodded as if he understood. In modern world, he came from the Southern part, so he had never seen such a thing since he was young, let alone sleep on it.