A Western Doctor's Happy Farming Life[1]

Chapter 13

Laifu’s femina dad stood aside and grumbled with grievance, whispering, “If it wasn’t him, how would Zhuer get a wound on his belly? This bastard wanted to kill you. Why did you ask him to come over?”

Song Qinghan totally ignored the nonsense uttered by this old man full of old-fashioned ideas but carefully checked the extent of the wound on Zhuer’s belly.

It was Zhuer who tried to say a word in retort protecting Song Qinghan, he shouted, “If it wasn’t Doctor Song to cut a hole on my belly, I would have died together with my baby! I will never allow you to say such a word to insult him. Otherwise, I will make a suicide with Bao’er!”

Laifu’s femina dad still grumbled standing there, but eventually he shut his mouth and left the room.

Not long, Laifu came in with a bottle of high-degree liquor and clean cotton that had just been borrowed from neighbor. He felt rather strange that his femina dad wasn’t in the room at the moment. However, he knew exactly how his femina dad would act and say, that he would say something unpleasant and vulgar. Thinking that his femina dad was best not staying here, he delivered the stuff to Song Qinghan and said nervously, “Doctor Song, here’s the stuff.”

Song Qinghan required Laifu to pour the liquor for dissolving his hands. After the process, he soaked the cotton with liquor and carefully wiped the outer margin of the wound using the cotton.

After wiping the outer margin of the wound, he took another piece of cotton and soaked it with the liquor and then quickly removed the pustules on Zhuer’s wound and wiped them clean.

Seeing the wound instantly turn clean, Laifu sighed with relief and asked in a low voice, “Doctor Song, is it done?”

Hearing that, Song Qinghan sneered, raised his eyelids and continued to make an order, “Boil some water for me, add some salts in in a volume of a size of fingernail and bring it to me with the clean gauze!”

Laifu got more nervous hearing the orders, he hastily went out and acted according to what Song Qinghan’s requirement.

Feeling much more comfortable after cleaning up the pustules, Zhuer came to his equanimity and expressed his sincere gratitude to Song Qinghan, saying, “Doctor Song, it’s very kind of you. I owe you a life!”

When facing with his patient who was relieved from the pain, Song Qinghan always gained his kind expression, he patiently consoled the man in bed, saying, “You will be fine. Don’t even mention a matter that you own me a life. Didn’t you say you want to raise your Bao’er together with Laifu? Just wait for more few days until the wound gets recovered, you will be fine then.”

Zhuer nodded hard, with a great smile showing on his face. He turned his head and rubbed Bao’er’s hair, all the worries lingering in his mind dissipated.

“Water is coming! Water is coming!”

Holding a pot of boiling water in his right hand and a gauze in his left hand, Laifu rushed in frantically.

Song Qinghan took over the gauze and carefully wrapped around the wound of Zhuer. Then he asked Zhuer to leaned slightly to the other side to let his belly expose to the side of the outer bed, so that the vapor of the boiled water could steam directly his belly.

The hot steam seeped into the wound as soon as it met the gauze, it was rather comfortable for Zhuer under such a treatment.

Song Qinghan estimated the time of the hot water to cool down, then turned around and said, “That’s not enough. Boil some more for me!”

He answered and ran out again as if he was totally obedient to Song Qinghan right now.

Until everything came to an order, Song Qinghan spoke to Zhuer, saying, “Your husband treat you not bad though.”