A Western Doctor's Happy Farming Life[3]

C310: The Surgery

Those so-called doctors did not even like the 'arrogant' kid at all at their first sight at him. Since Yuan Wenxuan dared to provoke the disharmony, they all rolled up their sleeves angrily as if they were all about to join a fierce fight.

When Wu Dahu noticed their stance, he stepped forward and blocked in front of Yuan Wenxuan, while frowning and uttering, "What do you think you are trying to do? Bullying the young just because you think you are much more sophisticated than him?"

Seeing the bulging muscles on Wu Dahu's body which were all showing that he was not that type of man easy to surrender, those coward-like doctors meekly retracted their hands, all of them coughed lightly and one among them suddenly said with his head tilted to the other side, "Take this nonsense child of yours away! We are good-tempered and don't bother with him in general, you should know that you wouldn't have been treated so nicely if you were in other medicine mansion."

Yuan Wenxuan looked at the helpless-looking shopkeeper, shook the wooden box in his hand and calmly said, "Think it over yourself, if I leave, your illness will become terminal and no one will be able to cure it again, but if you let me heal you, in less than an hour, you will be free from its torture."

Those people who noticed that the shopkeeper looked somewhat hesitant hurriedly spoke out and advised, "Don't listen to him, there is nothing in the world that is so easy that open stomach to cure disease. It is not a baby delivery after all!"

"Let us figure out some other treatments for you, maybe we can decoct more effective medical soups for you. You shouldn't rush to make a decision!"

"Who knows how long it will take for the disease to flare up, even if you leave it alone, you might be able to live for ten or eight years, if you listen to him now and take his suggestion, you won't be able to live for half a day."

"…"

Yuan Wenxuan slowly put his things away and looked as if he was ready to leave.

Just as he was turning around, the shopkeeper's voice suddenly rang out.

"Wait! I will take your advise!"

Wu Dahu looked up at the shopkeeper and found that his eyes were incomparably steadfast, in stark contrast to the disappointed eyes of those around him.

Yuan Wenxuan didn't look much happier, taking out his scalpel again as if it was a matter of course and nodded, "Let's start now then, you guys go and prepare some boiling water and clean gauze."

When he finished talking, he commanded the shopkeeper to find a clean room, ordered him to lie flat on the bed and, just as he was about to find a towel for the shopkeeper to bite down on, he saw the figure of Wu Dahu appear from the side, holding a strip of something in his hand and shoving it into the shopkeeper's mouth, and after he had done so, he also used a bed sheet to tie all the man's hands and feet to the bed so that he could not move at will.

The operation hadn't even started yet, but as soon as they made such these actions, the shopkeeper immediately panicked as his pupils shifting violently while his mouth made a "whimpering" sound, as if he was trying to say something.

Wu Dahu frowned and took out the towel, and then he coldly instructed, "Don't move around even if it hurts later, you understand? If your death is caused by your own mistakes, we will never take the responsibility."

If it was in normal times, he might have been able to give the shopkeeper a few words of advice in a good temper, but now he was worried about Song Qinghan and was eager to know his whereabouts, so it was good enough already that he didn't beat the shopkeeper unconscious with a stick.

Upon hearing Wu Dahu's 'fierce' instructions, the shopkeeper reacted just like an air-leak ball that had lost its breath and uttered in great fear, "So, so it's to keep me from moving around... All right then, you guys continue."

Before Wu Dahu stuffed back the towel, Yuan Wenxuan quickly said, "If I cure you, you have to tell me the information about the deer antlers I have just mentioned, I don't need any other reward."

Wu Dahu paused all of a sudden and he knew that this was indeed their purpose. He looked at the shopkeeper quietly, he was staring at the man so coldly that as if once this shopkeeper dared to refuse, the towel in his hands might turn into a tool to hang the man's neck.

The shopkeeper scowled, knowing that he was in a difficult position, and agreed without much hesitation, "Yes! I'll tell you everything!"

In fact, it was because Yuan Wenxuan and Wu Dahu were begging him that he dared to put his life in their hands without finding out their identities.

People who had what they wanted would not joke about it.

When the hot water and clean gauze were delivered, Yuan Wenxuan took two deep breaths, disinfected the scalpel with the liquor, closed his eyes and recalled a diagram of the human body, and then he drew a circle with the liquor above the skin right at the shopkeeper's appendix position, cleared his mind of thoughts and calmly swung down the scalpel and opened his stomach.

It was true that he was not a very good hands-on person, so he performed the operation much slower than Song Qinghan, but he was careful enough to make sure he did every step correctly, and that was enough for this operation.

True enough, the great pain of cutting open the stomach was not something enjoyable. Although the shopkeeper was prepared for the pain, he could not help but curl up his fingers and muffle the pain as it spread throughout his body.

When the men outside heard the commotion inside, they were afraid that something had happened to the shopkeeper so they cried fiercely and attempted to break in. However, Lusen took Wu Dahu's dagger and placed it directly on the neck of the man who made the noise, while saying with a cold face, "I will definitely cut off the tongue of the one who cries the loudest, I will make it for sure, do you understand?"

If the dagger which featured bright silveriness ever stabbed into the skin of the man's neck further, the fresh and warm blood would definitely spurt out. Those people did not dare take their lives as a stake to argue, thinking that even if something really happened, it would not be too late to fight with Wu Dahu and the others then, so they obediently took a step back, waiting for the final result like ants on a hot pot.

Wu Dahu, who had been keeping watch over Yuan Wenxuan, watched the boy's movements and felt in a trance that it was Song Qinghan who had returned, but after a jolt, he knew that everything was just his fantasy.

Yuan Wenxuan was so serious about what he was doing, so serious that the blood-deprived shopkeeper could barely feel any pain and almost drifted off to sleep.

Only after he had collected the last stitches did he reach out and pinch the shopkeeper's philtrum, looking at the shopkeeper's pale face, he was a little embarrassed inside, but his face showed no expression whatsoever and said calmly, "The operation is done, remember not to get wet on your treated area and not to eat something which is oily and fatty, as for the rest, just treat it like a normal wound."

The wound on the stomach was still putting the shopkeeper in a faint torment, making him fail to distinguish whether Yuan Wenxuan was telling the truth or not, he just asked subconsciously, "What if I am recovered from it, but I still feel pain at my stomach?"

Yuan Wenxuan calmly held up the appendix in his hand and explained peacefully, "With this stuff gone, nothing will make you painful anymore even if you want to have abdominal pain purposely."

Although the shopkeeper didn't know what the stuff Yuan Wenxuan was holding was, he confirmed that it had come out of his own stomach, and with a shiver running all over his back, he shut his mouth and didn't dare ask any more questions.

What if Yuan Wenxuan opened his stomach again and cut some more organs from his inner structure?

Now that the surgery was completely done, it was the time to get down to the business, so while packing up his tools, Yuan Wenxuan stared at the shopkeeper and asked, "It's your turn now to show your sincerity."

The shopkeeper still looked a little hesitant, but under Wu Dahu's icy gaze, he finally spoke.

"Saint Son Muye is the purchaser of the deer antlers, while Hunter Cailang is the one who sells the materials."