A Western Doctor's Happy Farming Life[3]

C260: Blood Pack

Utan was fallen when Wu Dahu called his name, and at the moment Wu Dahu put his hand on his shoulder, he rested his head on Wu Dahu's arm tilting while answering bashfully, "What karma is that?"

Wu Dahu got his eyes darkened abruptly, and then responded in a deep voice, "If you do it all by yourself to make him abort. As the child inside him suffers, your child will suffer the same as well."

Upon hearing that, Utan was utterly shocked with the expression on his face changed suddenly, and then he struggled to get away from Wu Dahu, and roared unpleasantly, "What are you talking about? Isn't my child yours then?"

Noticing Utan was becoming irritated, Wu Dahu smiled bitterly, and then he uttered in a low voice, "Yeah, and that's the reason I don't want you to do so all by yourself. Otherwise, it will be quite suffering for me to imagine our child..."

Wu Tan stared suspiciously at Wu Dahu's face for quite a long while. Noticing that the expression on Wu Dahu's face was quite sincere without any trace of being fake, he finally came to be at ease for a little bit, and then he nodded, saying, "Right, that makes sense, and indeed I shouldn't do it all by myself. Someone here, get me another bowl of soup right now."

Song Qinghan got tensed again, while he suddenly caught the sight of the scalpel which was glittering with the light on the ground. The next moment he was considering how possible it was to pounce on Utan and stab him to death before Utan realized his movement.

However, it seemed that Wu Dahu was never in the same boat as Song Qinghan anymore. He moved slightly to the other side, standing just right at the spot blocking the sight of Song Qinghan towards the scalpel.

He reached out and patted Utan on the shoulder, saying softly, "Get over it and don't be so angry yourself, it hurts me when you are not happy. Let's go prepare the wedding stuff and leave all this matter to the servants, alright?"

"Xiaoyan, you stay here and watch him drinking the abortion soup, no drop of it is allowed to be left, do you understand?" Wu Dahu turned and made the order.

And then a man in a servant suit came in abruptly, paid a salute to Wu Dahu, and responded, "Yes, Lord."

Utan frowned as he noticed that Wu Dahu had already prepared a man here to do the stuff, and he seemed to have something more to say. But since Wu Dahu was quite happy to talk about their wedding ceremony today, he couldn't help but shift his attention to the wedding arrangement and negotiated with Wu Dahu while walking outward.

After Utan and Wu Dahu finally left, Song Qinghan sat down weak and limp on the bed and lowered his head to look at Little Shitou who was sleeping sweetly on the other side. His brain was empty, filling with nothing but unfathomable darkness.

The man named Xiaoyan stood right aside without any words and movements just like a puppet. Probably Song Qinghan would mistakenly believe that he had already gone if he did not take a glance at him occasionally.

The duration of decocting medicinal soup was either long and short. And not long after that, that kind of pungent smell once again came and flocked into Song Qinghan's nose, Song Qinghan couldn't help but place his hands on his stomach while frowning as tight as he could as if he was currently undergoing a violent and complicate mental activity.

The servant came in with a bowl of medical soup, and seemingly he intended to feed Song Qinghan by himself. However, he was stopped abruptly by Xiaoyan midway. On the other side, Xiaoyan called out in a deep voice, "Lord Wu had commanded me to feed him, you can pass the soup over to me and get out of here."