A Western Doctor’s Happy Farming Life[1] 182

Song Qinghan smiled, he didn’t blame Lu Sen for being so timid. He used his finger to tap on the table slightly, and uttered slowly, “But no one knows whether he will say something like he did before to you.”

All goose bumps erupted suddenly as Lu Sen recalled the scene he met before, and then he responded hesitantly, “How about, how about we leave here temporarily? Or we can get the local yamen runners here and get them hidden aside?”

Seeing that Lu Sen was rather nervous, Song Qinghan laughed, saying, “Do you really think that we now get enough time to do so? Probably he will murder all of us before we react. Or maybe he got his fellows outside the door. As soon as we go out they will catch us. Everything is possible.”

Lu Sen thought about it carefully and found that Song Qinghan was right. Yet anxiety was still haunting him completely, he stood up abruptly, “Then what should we do? Maybe we should get some weapons ourselves, like the kitchen knives?”

Song Qinghan sighed and shook his head, “Hey, calm down. Isn’t it just our speculation? Maybe he will do nothing and just leave!”

Lu Sen opened his mouth slightly as if he intended to retort. But considering that Song Qinghan was the owner of the house, he failed to say something but nodded and sat down obediently, trying his best to calm down.

Noticing that Lu Sen was gradually calming down, Song Qinghan walked out of the room and gathered the other members into the room. And he himself was left alone in the yard, watering the flowers in a leisurely manner.

Wu Dahu seemed to be more idle than Song Qinghan. He practiced his own trained martial skills under the pavilion, no one knew whether he was preparing for the upcoming conflicts or not.

Not long after, the door of the room where the mixed-race man stayed creaked open. The tall and muscular man took a quick glance at the two and then turned his head back to the room. Seemingly, he was talking something to the mixed-race man inside, and after that, he shut the door and rushed towards the gate the house.

Song Qinghan thought that things had come to an end and the man would leave with peace, but just as the man was about to step out of the gate, he suddenly turned his head and roared in a low voice, “Since it was you who saved him, I won’t do anything bad to you. But if I can see him here next time when I come here again, you will see what the consequence will be out of my wrath.”

Song Qinghan didn’t intend to kick the mixed-race man out of the house, but it was quite uncomfortable to hear such an unpleasant utterance, so he frowned and responded, “It’s totally beyond our will to decide where he should live, why don’t you just take him now since you do have intention to do that? If you want to utilize him to do something unpresentable, what do you think you have the qualification to be wrathful?”

It was still a myth to trace who was the main criminal to the incident of the other mixed-race man being burned to death by the officials. Thus, Song Qinghan still had to be fully alert to the man in front of him currently.

Hearing that, the man turned his whole body over abruptly, and then glared at Song Qinghan with his pair of eagle-like eyes, while uttering menacingly, “What else do you know? Don’t you know the truth that when one is being curious, he is at the edge of death.”

Song Qinghan laughed and waved his sleeves calmly, “Well, speaking of the truth, we know better than you that we’re both the ants in the same cave right now.”

Probably Song Qinghan’s words worked when it came to convince the man. The man pondered for a brief moment, and then responded suddenly, “They aren’t the unpresentable factor.”

Within hesitation, he turned, opened the door fiercely and left the house decisively without a further explanation.

Wu Dahu slowly put away his alert posture and said thoughtfully, “It seems that he doesn’t intend to do anything to the mixed-race man,”

“yes, otherwise he wouldn’t have said something like that.”

After Song Qinghan confirmed that the person’s tone was not inauthentic, he finally loosened his shoulder. And with a moment of pondering, he took the initiative to walk to the room where the mixed-race man stayed.

After experiencing chaos, although it is a good choice to digest such a matter alone, it would naturally be better if there someone he was able to talk with.

Looking at Song Qinghan’s back, Wu Dahu seemed to know what Song Qinghan’s next plan was. He thought for a moment but still didn’t follow up. But walked out of the house after he confirmed something with Hualian.

Although he didn’t have much confidence in what he had reached agreement with Song Qinghan yesterday, he had to finish it since he had made a promise.

The minority man didn’t seem like a man who was good at using a spear. Probably it was hard to believe every single word of that man, but seeing was believing, the eyes were never going to deceive and cover the truth.

After Song Qinghan walked in, he saw that the mixed-race man was slowly stroking his feet. He paused and uttered slowly, “Even though someone is physically healthy with arms and legs, his horizon still can be limited. But though someone gets his eyes blind, his imagination never limits his vision to see the world.”

Hearing that, the mixed-race man paused his action all of a sudden, and raised his head slowly, while opening his mouth with those two chapped lips, “Thank you, Doctor Song, thank you so much for saving me.”

Oh, it turned out that the man was able to talk.

Song Qinghan thought so, and then he took over a stool and placed it right besides the bed and sat down. He uttered hesitantly after organizing carefully his language, “Do you mind me asking what the tall man is about to ask you to do? You don’t have to confess to me about everything, I am here just wanting to help you analyze the authenticity of his words.”

Beyond Song Qinghan’s expectation, the mixed-race man responded directly without even a second of hesitation, “He wants me to join his team, and to explore at both sides of the two countries.”

Well, what he said was totally a blow in Song Qinghan’s mind, so Song Qinghan took quite a long while to buffer and then slowly said, “Do you mean, the war, probably you are the, I mean, they are the instigators fanning the flames of the war?”

The mixed-race man shrugged. Probably he thought such an action was not enough to show how his attitude was towards the fact, so he continued to explain, “I won’t deny the possibility of that, well, he didn’t say something more to me. But from his tone when he informed me something like that, probably we will control the aftermath of the war.”

For some reason, after hearing this, Song Qinghan’s first reaction was that Wu Dahu wouldn’t have to go to the battlefield now.

If they were really a gang of people who were capable of controlling the war, then they must be able to cease the tragedy. Otherwise, how come it was being called a ‘controlling’ without the ability to make everything cease?

The mixed-race man seemed to have seen through Song Qinghan’s mind as he noticed that Song Qinghan was zoning out himself there. He suddenly broke into Song Qinghan’s imagination and said, “In my opinion, I think he was just over-stating something.”

His sudden words were like a basin of cold water, directly extinguishing Song Qinghan’s eagerness in his heart. Yet with a further consideration of the whole matter, he didn’t even feel confused about everything. If that tall and fierce man really gathered his subordinates by knocking out their doors one by one, it could be predicted that he didn’t have that many labor currently. To explore at both sides of the two countries? That should be a joke.

After calming down, Song QInghan gradually regained his rationality. He then asked in a low voice, “So have you promised him yet? I heard from him that he will come get you after some days?”

The mixed-race man sighed and responded softly, “What will the difference be whether I promise or not? I am just eager to survive.”

Noticing that the mixed-race man said so with such a flat tone, Song Qinghan pursed his lips without words.

Indeed, it wasn’t possible for this mixed-race man to stay at Song Qinghan’s house for long time. Even though he could make an excuse based on the injury of the pitiful man. But once the man was completely cured, the men from the village would definitely come to get him. And if they failed to find the trace of him, probably they would get the local officials about everything. By the time everything was exposed, it would be perilous situation both for the triplets, the mixed-race man and even this whole family since it would be a crime of TREASON. That was indeed a head-off felony.