A Western Doctor's Happy Farming Life[1]

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After a while, the man took out a stack of rice paper from his arms and spread it to take a look. He sighed softly, “I didn’t expect there to be such a miraculous man in this world.”

The servant beside him couldn’t help but quietly look up at the painting and find that the person in the painting who was quite with a heroic spirit was actually Song Qinghan!

When Song Qinghan and Yuan Wenxuan back at their ‘home’, they found Wu Dahu was challenged again, and this time the other party seemed to be someone who got the same level with Wu Dahu who was good at both close and distance combat.

When Song Qinghan and Yuan Wenxuan arrived at the ring, the battle had already been in the heat. Their movements on the stage were just all bewildering, Song Qinghan and Yuan Wenxuan couldn’t catch anything in their eyes but just heard some fierce sound of hand-on-flesh combat. They could judge only by the sound that the combat was extremely violent.

In a distance not too far, Song Qinghan noticed that a clear scar emerged right on Wu Dahu’s face, he got tense suddenly, and then couldn’t help but take a glance at that greeter who was laughing secretly.

The greeter seemed to have sensed a hint of uneasiness, he slowly turned his head and happened to meet Song Qinghan eye-to-eye, Song Qinghan’s pupils were full of coldness which made the greeter feel a shiver going through him. He slowly withdrew the awkward smile on his face, with his expression turning into the one of solemnity, and then stared at the stage not daring to turn his head anymore.

Half an hour passed, the two on the stage finally moved their battling field to the edge. It could be seen that Wu Dahu almost fell off as he was teetering.

Little Shitou was carried by Hualian among the scattered crowd, and he was also staring at the stage without taking his eyes off. As he witnessed that his father almost fell, he clenched his fists tight and shouted, “Daddy!”

Song Qinghan turned his head and looked at Little Shitou who was putting on an expression of pushing an explosive force. Just as he felt quite proud and moved over Little Shitou’s sensibility and wisdom, Hualian uttered suddenly in embarrassment, “It’s time to change the diaper for Little Childe now, Young Mistress, should I take him back for that…”

Noticing that the expression on Song Qinghan’s face turned suddenly into a speechless one, Yuan Wenxuan couldn’t help but titter secretly, the next moment he caught a glance from the corner of his eyes, and then he shouted subconsciously, “Master, Uncle Wu won the game!”

Song Qinghan regained his attention interrupting by the sound, and then turned his head again to stare at the stage, at the moment he turned he happened to witness how Wu Dahu lifted the man up and threw him off the stage. With a eased mind, he nodded and whispered, “Thank god…”

Wu Dahu got off the stage while hiding both his hands behind his back. Noticing the sneaky action, Song Qinghan squinted his eyes, and then ordered coldly, “Let me check.”

In resignation, Wu Dahu stretched his hands forward reluctantly. Both his hands were trembling slightly as Song Qinghan was meticulously observing at them, so he came to explain, “I will be fine later, I just don’t want you to worry about that, so…”

Song Qinghan snorted coldly, dragged Wu Dahu back to the yard and then found out the medical cream to help him apply while massaging on his black and blue skins.

Not long after the challenge came to the end, someone knocked on the door again. It was the greeter who annoying sound buzzing like a fly.

“Childe Wu, I should remind you that here comes another challenger…”