BXBX NOVEL Chapter 217
After going out, Jiayi silently comforts herself: if Wu Dahu is so easy to show favor to people, he may not like it. On the contrary, it is more difficult for him to show his precious value and let him enjoy the joy of success.
After he realized this, his mood changed from Yin to Qing, and even his steps became more brisk. He flashed the back of song QingHan when he left. His eyes turned and his curiosity suddenly rose. He looked around and chose the direction of song QingHan\'s departure and walked all the way.
At this time, song QingHan was already sitting in the tent of the military doctor, seriously changing the medicine for the man with broken hands and legs.
Shuluo chattered on the side, as if to pour out all the bitter water in his stomach, regardless of whether song QingHan could accept it or not.
"I didn\'t sleep at all yesterday. He had a high fever and a low fever, which made me want to die. I couldn\'t understand whether I was injured or he was injured, but I was so miserable."
"There are also those people who are bossy and will rush in regardless of what\'s going on with him. I\'ve said to keep him out of the way. Those people don\'t believe it. They have to let him report safety through the curtain. They don\'t want to think about it. If I really kill him, can I run away? Stupid
"Oh, by the way, there are also those who do not know where I heard that I have" white bone rejuvenation "technique. They all cry and cry and ask me to give them a piece of ancestral dog skin plaster. How dare I give it? If they find it useless after giving it, will they not be killed? "
"..."
Song QingHan found that he had been trained by Shuluo to automatically filter rubbish. Although he knew that he had talked a long time, he didn\'t remember a word. In the end, he only said, "he recovered well, and your life has been saved."
Shuluo was reminded by him, and he remembered that he had asked song QingHan to help him save the man. He quickly stopped complaining and approached song QingHan with a smile: "thank you, doctor song. You are really a miracle doctor! In the future, I will trouble you a lot. "
Song QingHan clapped his hands and calmly stood up and said, "what about those people who cried and asked you to give the plaster? Take me to see it. "
Shuluo was about to nod his head when he suddenly responded to the meaning of song QingHan. Some of them reluctantly said, "this is not saved yet. We are going to save others? I tell you, those people are very difficult to get along with. They are all rude and irascible men. If you can\'t cure them, they will eat you, which makes you upset
Seeing that song QingHan didn\'t speak, he just looked at him with a pair of clear eyes. He sighed with relief, turned around and led the way in front of him: "they don\'t listen to the old man\'s words and suffer losses in front of them. They hope that there will be a miracle doctor to cure them when they go back. If you can\'t cure them, you must be blamed. It\'s better to ignore them and wait for them to return The reality of suffering... "
in the middle of his journey, song QingHan finally opened his mouth and said in a low voice:" isn\'t it normal that they killed the enemy in the battlefield in order to protect us not long ago? Besides, if we cure them, we will benefit from it in the end? "
Shuluo was shocked by song QingHan\'s words, Na Na speechless, touched his head, and his face flashed a touch of guilt.
In fact, he sympathized with those people before. After all, there was not enough medicine here. They could only howl bitterly there. But after a period of contact, he couldn\'t help being impatient. Maybe it was the selfishness and ruthlessness in his bones.
Song QingHan, led by Shuluo, walked into a larger tent and swept around. Seeing the wounded, he put them on the ground at will. He couldn\'t help sighing, then turned to Shuluo and said, "anyway, go and get some thatched grass. If there is clean cloth, it will be the best."
Shuluo was probably touched by song QingHan\'s words just now. Even if he was ordered to run errands, he nodded obediently and ran away.
After he left, song QingHan squatted down and took a look at the wound of the man nearest him. He saw fresh blood oozing from the gauze and frowned: "Why are you still bleeding? You don\'t follow the doctor\'s orders, you don\'t work hard? "
The man took back his hand impatiently, glared at Song QingHan fiercely, and scolded: "you, the female man who comes from nowhere, dare to question your grandfather and me? What does it matter to you if I try hard? None of those quacks can be trusted. They are all deceitful things! When I go back, they must be skinned and cramped! "
Song QingHan was very calm, and casually stretched out his index finger to point at the man\'s wound. He used the language to explain the fact: "if you go back in accordance with this trend, when you go back, your arm will be useless. Oh, so is your leg. What do you use to pick other people\'s skin and muscle? The idea? "
As soon as he said this, the warm atmosphere suddenly cooled down. The man who uttered the crazy words shrank his pupil and turned red. He quickly stretched out his hand, grabbed song QingHan\'s collar and yelled: "boy! What did you just say? I\'ll give you another chance! Otherwise, waiting for you... ""Miso" to a, song QingHan pulled out the scalpel, as if nothing happened to the person\'s neck, whispered: "you can try, is your hand fast, but my knife is fast."
The smooth radian of the scalpel shines a cold silver light under the reflection of the sun, like a snake\'s letter, heralding the arrival of some kind of danger.
The man didn\'t even dare to swallow his mouth water. He was staring at Song QingHan\'s eyes. After seeing that song QingHan was not joking with him, he finally let go of his hand. Just looking at his appearance, he seemed to be reluctant to accept it.
Song QingHan took back his hand and wiped it on the clean gauze with a scalpel. Then he cut off the gauze and said calmly, "do you know what happened to that adult in front of you?"
Those people looked at each other as if they were discussing whether to answer song QingHan\'s words.
Seeing that they did not speak, song QingHan was not angry, and said to himself: "in order to take care of his injury, he has not changed his posture from head to foot since last night. Now the wound is very stable, and his hands and feet can be reused if there is no accident...
" what? " A series of startled voices sounded from the tent, as if hearing the Arabian Nights.