A Western Doctor's Happy Farming Life

It looks like the most difficult one to do the operation on the chest with a wooden knife

Song QingHan wanted to say that it was unfair, but with the fanatical appearance of Muye, he was worried that the person lying on the operating table after he said it would become him.

However, he tried his best to fight for his rights and interests and said: "you have experimented many times before, but I'm only the first time. I don't guarantee that I can succeed at one time. You should be clear about this."

Muye was stunned and seemed to be embarrassed, but when he glanced at the calm expression on song QingHan's face, he finally nodded and agreed.

"Yes, I'll give you more chances as long as you can succeed in three days."

Three days? Song QingHan's heart moved, I don't know why suddenly remembered the restaurant manager said.

It seems that the ceremony will be held in three days?

As the son of God, it is impossible not to participate in the carnival of the holy people, so... May they take the opportunity to escape?

The thought in his mind was moving very fast, and to Muye, he seemed to be just thinking about how to do the operation well.

Seeing that he had no objection, Muye reached out to take off the man's clothes, picked up the strong liquor to eliminate the poison, and dropped the knife without any hesitation.

Song QingHan quietly watched, for the operating table on the person for a moment of silence.

There's no chance that the operation will succeed, so the man's end... Won't be good.

He even maliciously wanted to make Muye go wrong, so that he would not be the one who personally ended the man's life.

In Song QingHan and leaves in full swing for surgery, Wu Dahu and yuanxuan are not idle.

They don't walk around, but that doesn't mean they don't have anything to do.

After touching all the walls in the room for the third time, Wu Dahu concluded: "there is no possibility of digging out the wall with iron walls."

I thought that since the saints could build such a large building under the ground, the soil here would not be difficult to dig. However, judging from his current observation, it would be impossible to make a tunnel here without ten years and eight years.

And this is based on the premise of continuous action.

Since the dark can't go, what about the bright?

Just at this time, someone came in to deliver water for them. Wu Dahu moved in his heart and asked in a voice, "can you take me to the kitchen? He's not feeling well. I want to cook some porridge for him

Although Wu Dahu didn't say hello to him in advance, Yuan Yuan Xuan cooperated very well and didn't have any extra acting skills. He just turned his face pale and frowned slightly. He seemed to be trying to endure discomfort.

That person leng Leng Leng, unexpectedly did not have how hesitant to nod a way: "follow me."

If someone takes nature with him, he doesn't walk around casually. Moreover, Wu Dahu is very careful. He doesn't look much all the way. He just keeps the general route in mind for the sake of emergency.

To Wu Dahu's surprise, the kitchen in such a big place is so small that it can only accommodate two or three people.

The despondent tiger seems to have nothing in it.

The person who led the way took him to leave. He didn't explain anything. He didn't seem to worry about Wu Dahu's misuse of kitchen things.

Wu Dahu looked at the man who burned the fire more often. Seeing that he was really depressed, he could not help murmuring.

I don't know what Muye thinks. How can he find such a person to take charge of the kitchen? Are you afraid that he will poison everyone?

He knew how much he thought. If the man in front of him really wanted to harm others, he would have poisoned all the people in this room. Where could he give his advice?

Thinking of his excuse to come to the kitchen, he squatted down, casually found a pot, put a handful of rice, add a spoonful of water, cover the lid and put it directly on the stove.

"Is someone ill?"

To his surprise, the man with a dispirited expression even asked.

Wu Dahu nodded his head and explained, "the journey is so busy that the children's body is weak, and some of them can't stand it."

The man gave an understanding "um" and sympathized: "this ghost place is not easy to live in. Do you think, how can normal people live under the ground? It's for the dead under the ground! Ah, bad luck...

although there are no other people here, it is not like a normal person can do it rashly to say these things to an outsider.

However, since he was so indifferent, Wu Dahu naturally did not have to worry about anything. He directly asked, "since you are not used to living, why don't you go out? Won't the son let you

When he heard the word "Holy Son", the man's eyes flashed with gloom, and his expression on his face became more and more dejected. He reached out and pushed the firewood and sighed: "I've lived for such a long time. I'm used to it, but I'm not used to going out. Anyway, I'm old enough to live soon."Wu Dahu was a little confused. He could only follow his words: "it's good to get used to it. I just came here. I'm not used to it. I always feel bored."

As for you, it's not quiet, but it's not quiet

Wu Dahu moved in his heart and asked tentatively, "I think they are all sealed. Where is the unsealed place?"

"The house of the son."

The man seemed to be totally unaware of the purpose of Wu Dahu's question and said casually.

Muye's white and ruddy face suddenly appeared in his mind. Wu Dahu lifted the lid of the pot and looked at it. The white air was steaming, and his face was clouded. It was hard to see his expression.

"The porridge is almost over. I should go back."

After listening to his words, the man looked into the pot and saw the white rice whirling in the hot water. He had no appetite and said, "this is just cooked. It will be delicious if it is thicker."

Wu Dahu shook his head and simply said, "no, he likes to eat thin food."

He picked up the pot, nodded at the man who was burning the fire, and turned and walked out.

The man looked up at Wu Dahu's back with a pair of turbid eyes. The depressed expression on his face did not know when to collect. He seemed to be thinking about something.

After Wu Dahu returned to the room, he put the porridge on the table, dipped it in water and wrote out the information he had just collected.

Although yuan Wenxuan is still small, it is also a force. In this dangerous situation, it is better to have more people to think.

Only for a moment and a half, they could not connect the complete fragments from the messy clues, and could only talk to each other and silently think about the "Pearl" missed by themselves.