A Western Doctor's Happy Farming Life

Although he didn't tell Wu Dahu and Yuanyuan Xuan not to run around, but in terms of their personalities, even if he didn't say it, they knew it.

Song QingHan quickly returned to Muye and found that he had just finished the step.

The wood leaf swept at the song QingHan. Although it looked flat and light, the feeling of song QingHan was like being watched by ancient wild animals, and his back was instantly soaked.

The accumulation of more than 50 years is not as simple as he imagined.

"You're done with it? Now it's time for me to see your level. "

Muye said, while throwing the scalpel to the plate beside him. If you observe carefully, you will find that the scalpel is the one lost before Song QingHan.

After saying this, Muye's momentum suddenly changed, which was different from the harmless appearance of human beings and animals before. Now he looks gloomy and dangerous, as if song QingHan could not satisfy him, he could do anything.

Song QingHan seemed to have expected this change for a long time. After detoxifying his hands and scalpel carefully with strong liquor, he looked down at the man on the operating table. He was sure that he was close to his mouth.

Different from Muye, his operation is very coherent. It seems that he doesn't need to stop to determine the position of his operation at all. His wrist turns quickly and leaves him dazzled.

However, Muye is not a complete layman, or he is already half an expert, at least in practice. Therefore, the more he looks at Song QingHan's actions, the more interesting he feels. Something seems to be breaking through the ground in his mind.

However, he did not make a sound to disturb song QingHan. He thought he understood that song QingHan's state was extraordinary at this time, and the interruption would directly affect the success of the operation.

A quarter of an hour later, song QingHan took back his hand, carefully cleaned up the scalpel and put it back into the wooden box. He looked up and said to the wooden leaf, "OK, no accident. He will wake up in one day and one night."

"It won't take that long."

To his surprise, Muye said casually, reaching for a towel stained with cold water from the side, and slapped him in the face of the man on the operating table.

It can be seen that this is not the first time that he has done such a thing. His strength and range of motion are well controlled. No drop of water splashing out falls on the man.

Seeing him in mind, song QingHan didn't agree with him, but he didn't stop him.

Muye looks like a normal research maniac, but in fact is a moody tyrant.

Cold water is the best sobering agent. The man opened his eyes and screamed subconsciously when he saw the towel that was about to fall on his face.

The trend of towel's advance stopped abruptly. Muye took it back and said coldly, like evaluating goods, "yes, it's not dead."

The man was obviously afraid of the leaves of wood. He did not dare to say a word after being beaten up. His body was stiff and did not move. He looked pitiful than the white mice used in the laboratory before Song QingHan.

The mouse still knows how to struggle. This man has been tortured to the point that he has lost all his vitality. Even if his physiological characteristics show that he is still alive, it is no different from being dead.

Thinking of this, he volunteered to ask, "how do you feel? Is there any obvious discomfort? Any little bit of feeling must be said, or the consequences will be unimaginable. "

Some rejection reactions are strong, which can be detected by these observers in time, but some rejection reactions have no obvious changes, and no one knows except the patients themselves.

The man looked at Muye with hesitation. Obviously, he didn't understand that he didn't have song QingHan before he fainted. How could he wake up and have more weight? He dared to speak in front of Muye.

Muye did not intend to explain to him, and simply said, "answer him."

Seeing that Muye has said so, the man no longer hesitates. After all, he is also very concerned about his body's current situation. It is impossible to expect Muye to open his mouth, but he can still look forward to the kind song QingHan.

"I and I have a tearing pain in my waist, some nausea in my stomach, bitter mouth, numbness in hands and feet, and nothing else for the time being..."

Song QingHan nodded thoughtfully and calmly ordered, "have a good rest, and don't worry about it for the time being. Let me know when there are other reactions."

That person cleverly should sound is, look to the ceiling in the eyes flash a daze, seems to be do not know why he was born.

When song QingHan was talking, Muye glanced at him quietly. There was a flash of light in his narrow eyes. There was a look of excitement on his face, but the excitement was fleeting. Therefore, song QingHan didn't notice it from the beginning to the end. When he told the patient and then turned his head, he was surprised to find that Muye had become the appearance of the strange man of science before.

Song QingHan turned a blind eye to his ability to turn his face faster than to turn over a book. He asked calmly, "what are you going to do next?"

As if he was awakened, he came directly to pick up the plate, reached out his hand and grasped song QingHan's wrist. He said nervously, "of course, it's for another one. I can use it as soon as I finish it earlier. Recently, I often feel that my body is not as good as before. It's really uncomfortable."At the end of his speech, a ferocious expression appeared on his face, which seemed to hate the feeling of powerlessness.

Song QingHan felt the cold and forceful grip from his wrist. His eyebrows wrinkled subconsciously, and his tone became colder and colder. He said calmly: "the one behind is not so easy to do. Don't you know it yourself? If you don't do a good research, you'll just fail again as before. "

Wooden leaf's step, slowly turned his head, a pair of black pupils staring at Song QingHan, word by word: "before you, now with you, this is the biggest difference, if you still fail, can only prove that you are useless."

It's under the ground. It's sealed all around. But song QingHan feels a cold wind blowing all over his body. He doesn't have to look down. He knows that he must have goose bumps on his body.

As if he didn't see his abnormal reaction, Muye turned his head and went on.

as like as two peas in the same room, they even lay on the same table. The man was obviously different from the previous patient. His eyes were closed, his consciousness was in a coma, and there was no wound on his body. He looked very healthy.

this is normal as like as two peas. He knows that if he had not guessed wrong, the patient would be as smooth as before before the operation, even with a calm expression.

So their operation is obviously unnecessary.