A Western Doctor’s Happy Farming Life[1] Chapter 4

In the darkness, Song Qinghan rubbed his own face. Weren’t there the two eyes, one nose, and one mouth the same as others? What was the relevance between him and a beauty?

After chatting for a while, Song Qinghan a bit sleepy caused by the pregnacy and turned his head over and felt asleep.

It was the next day when he opened his eyes while Wu Dahu has left the room already, leaving the thatch and the cotton quilt neat and clean behind.

Song Qinghan nursed a satisfaction in his thought, “This roommate is nothing bad. Although the house is not that kind of delicate thing, it is always cleaned up though. Even the clothes on him is old one, but it seems never to be dirty.”

A pressing knock came to the door at the moment Song Qinghan went to the kitchen for having the Chinese yam which was still warming.

“Brother Dahu? Are you there, brother Dahu?” A voice from a young man came from outside.

Song Qinghan hesitated for a while and didn’t make a sound.

Anyway, Wu Dahu was not here. It was pointless for him to open the door.

Maybe it was because no one responded at all, the person outside lowered his voice and said, “Then I’ll put it here. When Brother Dahu comes back, he should see it.”

Was he someone delivering something here? Song Qinghan stretched out his hand and opened the door.

As the door opened, Song Qinghan could clearly sense a fit of hostility since he got the eye contact with the man from outside.

“Oh well, are you the femina male with no shame at all?” shouted the man, who grabbed the bamboo basket in hand and frown in anger.

Song Qinghan looked at the man in front up and down, and he murmured in his mind, “Ah ah, such a handsome boy over there, look at that rosy lips and super white teeth.”

However, Song Qinghan wasn’t unfamiliar to such a hostility. He used to see that kind of face on females.

It was not strange thing for him though, he got the man who was a dream lover for many girls.

After analyzing the situation, Song Qinghan smiled and said in calm, “Yes, I might be the one. I am the only one treasure for the breadwinner of this house.”

He didn’t know why he would want to irritate this young man by saying that kind of words to show off. However, it was rather annoyed for him when he found that the numb and sluggish man would attract admiration from others.

The fact confused him that someone would even want to fight against him for such a poor and tanned-skin man with nothing but bulky muscles.

As expected, after he said these words, the young man got his eyes red-rimmed and stomped his feet and shouted angrily, “How can you be so shameless! You Easy Virtue. It is all your fault to oppress Brother Dahu!

Song Qinghan raised his eyebrows but uttered in a slow tone, “How can you describe the marriage between me and him an oppression? Exchange is no robbery.”

Seeing that there was no guilt on his face, the young man bit down his lips, trembling, as if he was about to shout with abuse, “If it weren’t for you, Dahu would have already become a guard and went to enjoy the good fortune with the noble! But now! He got no land, no money, he got nothing. All of them were drained by your natal family, they skimmed off everything! It is so shameless for you to act capriciously, I feel for Brother Dahu so much !

“Xiaoqing, enough!”

Wu Dahu suddenly appeared and interrupted the shout with a sullen face.

The young man who was named Xiaoqing got trembled, he didn’t even turn his head over but ran away.

Song Qinghan stood there, without any movements. But as Wu Dahu approached, he said suddenly with his eyelashes trembling, “Is he telling the truth?”

Wu Dahu paused and closed the door with a flip of his hand, suppressing his emotions, saying, “It’s all gone.”

Well, it was all gone in the version of Wu Dahu, but Song Qinghan knew this just now, how could he let go of it?

“Are you insane? It was such a silly decision for you to give up the brighter future just for the awful man, why did you give them all of your fortune when they asked for? And at the end you got nothing at all! You knew already the fact that no one would love to marry him considering his pregnancy. His family probably wanted you to marry him at the expense of money, but you just accepted him and regarded him as a real treasure. No wonder the young man would say such a thing feeling for you, I felt for you too! ”

After uttering such a long sentence, Song Qinghan rubbed his head with a cold face. He got no idea whether he was mad at himself or Wu Dahu.

Wu Dahu clenched his fists and said in a rather calm tone, “Not awful.”

Song Qinghan paused and asked, “What ‘Not awful’?”

“You.” Wu Dahu raised his head to look at Song Qinghan’s eyes and said slowly, “You are not an awful man.”

After saying these words, he turned around and went into the kitchen as if he felt the stifling atmosphere made him unable to breathe.

Song Qinghan turned around and looked at his lonely back, the eyes of his suddenly turned into the red-rimmed ones. He hurriedly raised his head to suppress his tears.

He was rather envious of the experience of the original owner. He was such a lucky guy to have this wonderful man, who was willing to help him out of trouble, and stayed by his side when everyone was criticizing him.

How could he be that lucky?

After Song Qinghan calmed down, he felt a bit guilty over his reaction just now.

Wu Dahu was always the real victim from the very beginning to the end, he got no reason to blame him.

He walked into the kitchen in a slow pace, trying to break the ice from the rupture.

“Why did you come back so early? Is the Chinese yam easy to sell? ”

Wu Dahu didn’t even raise his head and answered flatly, “Yeah, quite easy. I sold them a copper plate less than the sweet potatoes, so all the passengers came over for the Chinese yam.”

Song Qinghan sighed with relief hearing that, but he still couldn’t help but entrust himself to the role of Wu Dahu.

He put himself in Wu Dahu’s shoes, he was supposed to sit in the wide and warm house having some delicate meal. Now he could only sit on the ground in the dirty and messed kitchen, counting the coins he just earned. How misery!

It seemed that Wu Dahu had read out Song Qinghan’s thoughts, he raised his head slightly, but he still avoided the eye contact with him. And then he uttered in a slight tone, “You don’t have to worry about that. This was a decision I made after careful consideration. I’ve conceived every nutshell that I have to get through. The only regret is that I let you suffer along with me.”

He then handed over a black jar to Song Qinghan, “Didn’t you say you wanted to find a jar to make wine? I bought you a jar of wine, not sure if it is enough for you.”

Song Qinghan took the jar and looked at the man in front with a deep feeling.

It was a man possessing both sensitivity and tenderness. No wonder he got admirers lined up behind. However, it was rather pitiful for them…

He glanced at his belly and suddenly felt lucky.

Fortunately, Wu Dahu still belonged to him as long as he kept the unborn child. As for the future, he didn’t want to think about it.

Song Qinghan washed all the sweet cans, and then dried them, later he put them into the wine jar, sealed with mud and placed it in the corner of the room.

The sun hadn’t fallen yet, Wu Dahu seemed to be willing to make another trip into the mountain again, but then he considered making lunch for Song Qinghan, such a dilemma occurred to him all at once.

It was Song Qinghan’s turn to read Wu Dahu’s thoughts now, he then turned to comfort the man, saying, “Go. But be careful and mind your wounds on your hands. It will be a big trouble if they are infected. I’ll cook myself. No worries.”

Wu Dahu finally glanced at Song Qinghan. After seeing his countenance was at ease, he nodded and then carried the basket and walked out.

It was almost noon when Song Qinghan had finished lunch, he heard a hurried sound of knocking on the door.

“Brother Dahu! Please, help me, Brother Dahu! Please save my femina father!”

Song Qinghan noticed that it was clearly the voice from Xiaoqing, he wasn’t in a mood to answer at all. But since Xiaoqing shouted something about “FEMINA DAD”, he opened the door and asked, “What happened to you femina father?”

Young Qing glanced at the yard but he couldn’t see Wu Dahu as he pleased. However, he remembered that Wu Dahu had come back early. He then turned his head to look at Song Qinghan with a fit of anger, asking, “Where did you send Brother Dahu? You didn’t even let him have lunch?

Song Qinghan picked his ears with an expression of impatience and repeated his question, “What happened to your femina father?”

Xiaoqing hesitated for a while, and then realized what really mattered currently, considering that Song Qinghan would keep asking the same question without talking about Wu Dahu. He surrendered over the decision, saying, “My femina dad just fell off the roof and was scratched by a piece of wood. He got a seriously long and deep wound on his back, with massive blood flowing out.”

Song Qinghan frowned, not knowing if Xiaoqing was telling the truth or not, but said in a low tone, “Bring me there!”

Xiaoqing thought that Song Qinghan still didn’t believe him unless seeing the real scene. He stomped his feet heavily and cried, shouting, “You are not going to be useful even I let you see the truth. Find Brother Dahu for me! He recognized excctly some herb to cure my femina dad since he had long time being hunting in the mountains. It can’t be late, or my femina dad will die soon!”

Song Qinghan felt a headache because of the messed turbulence caused by the young man. He held Xiaoqing’s hands firmly and tugged him to outside, and said in a cold tone, “If you continue to mess up here and do nothing, then you will be the real MURDER who kill your femina father, JUST LEAD THE WAY NOW!”

Young Qing seemed to be shocked by Song Qinghan’s sudden change of momentum. He looked at him in a daze, and then woke up from his numbness and ran fast towards his home.

His femina father was still laying on the ground, moaning in pain, as two of them just arrived.

There was one another person who was at his middle-age, waddling back and forth in the room helplessly. He seemed to be the father of Xiaoqing.

Seeing that Xiaoqing brought someone in the room, his father shouted with his eyes seemed to be lit up, “Dahu.”

Song Qinghan glanced at him and instructed calmly, “Xiaoqing, go boil some water. Take out the needles and wear them with thread. If you got alcohol here, take them out as well.”

After he required Xiaoqing to do so, he walked to the front of Xiaoqing’s femina father, observing the wound on his back, and then frowned and said, “Take him on a clean bed and take off his clothes.”

After he delivered the order, the two didn’t move at all. Song Qinghan couldn’t help but shout, “MOVE!”

Little Qing and his father began to move as if they had just woken up from a deep dream. Although they were acting in a mess, they were finally prepared something as Song Qinghan said.

Song Qinghan folded his sleeves, and then used a heated towel to clean up all the blood around Xiaoqing’s femina father’s wound. Later he used alcohol to disinfect his hands and the needle, then put the needle on the fire for a moment and roasted them. After all the pre-process, he quickly walked to Xiaoqing’s femina father to sew up his wound.

Young Qing could not help but ask, “The needle is used to sew clothes… How could…”

Song Qinghan glanced at him coldly, then lowered his head and continued to sew.

Even Xiaoqing’s father dared not to speak after being stared by Song Qinghan. Anyway, no one could save the femina father of Xiaoqing right now, he had to make every possible effort

. After all, with such a wide and deep wound, even herbs could hardly stop bleeding.

After finishing the last needle, Song Qinghan straightened up and wiped the sweat on his forehead tiredly. He said in a slight tone, “Done.”

Young Qing and his father rushed over to the bed. When they saw Xiaoqing’s femina father’s back was completely sewn, flat and neat, without blood leaking out, they sobbed and said excitedly, “Thank god. He gonna be alright!”

Song Qinghan rubbed his temples and casted a damp over their excitement

, saying, “Nothing is doomed yet. If the wound is not inflamed tonight, he probably will be fine.”

Xiaoqing fell into a trembling after he noticed the existence of Song Qinghan, he then slowly stood up, lowered her head and asked in a low voice, “What do you mean by that? Then how can we make sure he is fine?