A Western Doctor's Happy Farming Life-Chapter 245
The man said nothing in the middle, because he was sensitive to a chill coming from somewhere behind him.
He looked at Song QingHan in disbelief. Just as he was about to withdraw, song QingHan suddenly opened his mouth. f๐e๐๐๐๐๐๐ัต๐๐.๐๐ฐ๐
"Don't move, or you can try to see whether it's your knife or mine. It's worthy to die together. After all, my method of death is much more dignified than yours."
The man doesn't know how long song QingHan's weapons are, but he can't afford to bet because the place is too sensitive...
maybe he will not die after stabbing him, but he will be useless for the rest of his life, and then he will be dead.
He didn't want to experience that feeling, so he took back his hand decisively and said with a gloomy face: "let go! I won't say it twice! "
Song QingHan calmly took back the scalpel from the man's buttocks, and showed the light of the knife so that the person could see the sharpness of the blade.
The man saw that the scalpel was sharp and thin. If he really poked it in, he would destroy the function in front of him. He could not help but breathe a sigh of relief in his heart, glad that he had not made a rash choice.
Song QingHan glances at the green wood man on the ground, pauses, drops a sentence "if you want to save him, come to me." then he goes on, quickly turning his eyes to look for Wu Dahu's trace.
The reason why he showed such a skill was that he knew that barbarians were not afraid of death, so ordinary threats would not affect them. On the contrary, they would arouse the blood in their bones, and the gain would not be worth the loss.
But as long as a person is a person, he will be afraid of losing face. This is the nature of human beings. As the old saying goes, "a man lives a face, a tree lives a skin". Although it is not entirely correct, it is also close.
Men in particular, if that aspect of the function is destroyed, the ridicule is almost fatal.
However, it seems that although the deterrent effect is good, it is difficult to guarantee that the person will not become angry and chase after him for trouble.
So he has to speed up.
His steps are getting bigger and bigger, and his eyes are turning faster and faster, but there is no sign of Wu Dahu.
From the beginning to the end, none.
As the previous man said, the punishment inside is indeed a lot of strange things, but he knew that he could not help, so he only quickly glanced back his sight, so his mood was not greatly affected.
It's just that since Wu Dahu is not here, it doesn't make any sense for him to continue to stay.
Ignoring the strange eyes of others, he went straight out.
Those who knew him, when they saw that he was free, seemed to understand something and cried out: "you are treason! No wonder you just killed your countrymen! You're not going to die! You and your children are! "
Song QingHan's pace is a pause. Before leaving, he turns his head and glances at the man who speaks. He says calmly: "misfortune is not as bad as his family. Keep your mouth open when you speak. After all, no one knows what will happen in the future. As long as he is not dead, there will always be a day to ask for help."
He didn't want to say too bad, after all, they were people who met once, but "people don't attack me, I don't commit crimes.". If a man offends me, I will be a prisoner. "Even if the man is a green wood man, he can't bear the curse of his children.
However, his insidious reminder did not exchange the respect of the other party. After returning to the gods, the scolding became even worse, and even every word cursed on the small stone.
Song QingHan's blue tendons on his forehead jumped and clenched his fists to restrain his impatience. The man waiting for him from outside took the small stone and calmly said, "can we go?"
The man glanced at him quietly, nodded thoughtfully, and raised his steps to lead the way.
Before returning to Merck's big account, the man went in first and let song QingHan wait outside for a while.
Song QingHan knew that the man was going to report his performance to Merck, so he didn't show an impatient expression, but his hand touching the stone couldn't help shaking.
Wu Dahu is not here. Where will he be? Is it really in the corpse heap on the battlefield?
Or have you been tortured to death by barbarians? After all, the punishment inside is not within the endurance of ordinary people. Although the purpose of those who set out to torture people is to torture them, they don't care about the severity. It is estimated that even if they are tortured to death, they are just throwing them out.
The lower abdomen began to ache again. Song QingHan stopped his wishful thinking, put his hand on it and gently kneaded it.
He thought that the time when he was pregnant with a little stone was the most difficult time for him. After all, the conditions at that time were so hard that he didn't expect that the second child was carried out under such circumstances.
Life is so impermanent.
The man quickly came out, opened the tent and motioned song QingHan to enter.
Song QingHan walked in calmly. Seeing Merck looking at herself, he said directly, "I'm looking for someone."
Merck did not say anything. After staring at the pebble for a long time, Merck said, "I don't want to know what you are here for. You just need to let me know that you have any reason why I should treat you specially.""Of course." He held out his index finger and pointed to the small stone, and said with a smile: "if it's him, I can treat him specially."
The little stone looked at Merck for a while, then turned to song QingHan and said, "female father! Bad people
His crisp voice was very clear in the tent. Rao, the guard at the door, couldn't help looking back.
Song QingHan coughed gently, touched the back of the stone, whispered a few words in his ear. Seeing that he was quiet, he raised his head again and said to Merck, whose face was strange: "childish, I hope the Lord doesn't mind. Let's continue with the previous topic."
Merck was just about to walk down the ladder given by song QingHan. Seeing that he didn't care about his reply, he said it himself, and his face became more and more strange.
"I wonder if the Lord has ever heard of smallpox?"
Song QingHan glanced at Merck and asked calmly.
Merck did not have time to investigate song QingHan's rudeness, frowned and said, "of course I have heard that smallpox is an incurable disease."
Seeing that he had common sense in this respect, song QingHan nodded and felt that he was a step closer to success and said in a deep voice, "I can cure smallpox."
Before Merck could recover, he continued, "do you know why I was sent to the front line?"
Merck frowned and subconsciously asked, "why?"
Song QingHan raised his head slightly, looked at a point in the void, sighed faintly and said softly, "because the people in the hospital are jealous of me."
