A Western Doctor's Happy Farming Life[3]

C259: Abortion Soup

Song Qinghan found that he wasn't even down at all at the thought of the marriage of Wu Dahu and Utan, as he remained tranquil inside.

It was like Wu Dahu was never his husband, and they were just no one else but strangers.

However, he did not regret his move to come here to find Wu Dahu, after all, Wu Dahu was cured by him and was currently under the condition of recovery. Even though Wu Dahu had lost the memories of the most memorable moments and days between them, it was still nothing when comparing to the fact that he was still alive.

Song Qinghan was lost in thought while walking. And just at the moment he entered the residence where he currently lived, Utan, the one who had been lost for quite a long time, showed up right there, which was totally beyond Song Qinghan's expectation.

He paused and questioned, deep and impatient, "What are you doing here?"

Utan turned to Song Qinghan, took a glance at their sleeves of his, and then he sneered as if he never cared about the bloodstain on it, "Well, what a goddess of kindness you are, to bless the others instead of yourself?"

Song Qinghan frowned, he could, more or less, since a whiff of danger approaching which was hidden in the words of Utan. And then he responded coldly, "Aren't you preparing your magnificent wedding ceremony? I am not even a hurdle sitting right between you guys, right? Don't tell me that Wu Dahu had regained his memories!?"

Even though Utan was quite astonished when he realized that Song Qinghan had already come to know the marriage stuff, he did not respond queerly but deliver a sly smile, "It seems that you have had quite a peaceful days here, look at your chin, well, much more pleasant to the eyes, it is a pity that..."

He then waved his hand in the air to the outside, and the next moment a servant came in with a bowl of black soup in hands. The pungent smell of the soup was so irritating that even Song Qinghan couldn't tell what the ingredients were, he knew that it was nothing good.

Utan took over the bowl of soup from the servant and stared at Song Qinghan with a burning gaze. He then expressed softly, "Thanks to you, Dahu is almost recovered from the injuries, but he still doesn't get his memories back. Well, even if he regains his memories, it will never pose a threat to our relationship at all. Haha, believe it or not, Dahu treats me better than I treat him..."

Song Qinghan pretended that he didn't hear the boastful tone in Wu Tan's words, but the impatience between his eyebrows revealed his thoughts.

"Since you have told me that I will never be the rock stumbling block between you and Dahu, so what is the actual intention of you to kill me? Don't you know that what you're going to do is murder scheme on the king's wedded husband?"

Utan paused as his hands froze, he then raised his eyebrows and asked in astonishment, "You do know the symbol of the bone pendant now? Who told you that?"

Not waiting for the answer from Song Qinghan, he shrugged and then added confidentially, "So what? I am not going to murder you anyway."

And after that, he approached Song Qinghan in menacing steps slowly. And as for Song Qinghan, such a scene was completely overlapped with the one in his memories that happened not long ago, in an instant, a fear of being forced to drink the medical soup once again surged inside him. And in an attempt to self-defend, Song Qinghan couldn't help but wave his sleeves and then took out the scalpel and gripped it tight in his hands.