A Western Doctor's Happy Farming Life

Chapter 13 Boudoir Chitchat

Translator: LiamHW

Laifu’s femina dad stood aside and grumbled with grievance, whispering, “If it wasn’t him, how would Zhuer get a wound on his belly? This bastard wanted to kill you. Why did you ask him to come over?”

Song Qinghan totally ignored the nonsense uttered by this old man full of old-fashioned ideas but carefully checked the extent of the wound on Zhuer’s belly.

It was Zhuer who tried to say a word in retort protecting Song Qinghan, he shouted, “If it wasn’t Doctor Song to cut a hole on my belly, I would have died together with my baby! I will never allow you to say such a word to insult him. Otherwise, I will make a suicide with Bao’er!”

Laifu’s femina dad still grumbled standing there, but eventually he shut his mouth and left the room.

Not long, Laifu came in with a bottle of high-degree liquor and clean cotton that had just been borrowed from neighbor. He felt rather strange that his femina dad wasn’t in the room at the moment. However, he knew exactly how his femina dad would act and say, that he would say something unpleasant and vulgar. Thinking that his femina dad was best not staying here, he delivered the stuff to Song Qinghan and said nervously, “Doctor Song, here’s the stuff.”

Song Qinghan required Laifu to pour the liquor for dissolving his hands. After the process, he soaked the cotton with liquor and carefully wiped the outer margin of the wound using the cotton.

After wiping the outer margin of the wound, he took another piece of cotton and soaked it with the liquor and then quickly removed the pustules on Zhuer’s wound and wiped them clean.

Seeing the wound instantly turn clean, Laifu sighed with relief and asked in a low voice, “Doctor Song, is it done?”

Hearing that, Song Qinghan sneered, raised his eyelids and continued to make an order, “Boil some water for me, add some salts in in a volume of a size of fingernail and bring it to me with the clean gauze!”

Laifu got more nervous hearing the orders, he hastily went out and acted according to what Song Qinghan’s requirement.

Feeling much more comfortable after cleaning up the pustules, Zhuer came to his equanimity and expressed his sincere gratitude to Song Qinghan, saying, “Doctor Song, it’s very kind of you. I owe you a life!”

When facing with his patient who was relieved from the pain, Song Qinghan always gained his kind expression, he patiently consoled the man in bed, saying, “You will be fine. Don’t even mention a matter that you own me a life. Didn’t you say you want to raise your Bao’er together with Laifu? Just wait for more few days until the wound gets recovered, you will be fine then.”

Zhuer nodded hard, with a great smile showing on his face. He turned his head and rubbed Bao’er’s hair, all the worries lingering in his mind dissipated.

“Water is coming! Water is coming!”

Holding a pot of boiling water in his right hand and a gauze in his left hand, Laifu rushed in frantically.

Song Qinghan took over the gauze and carefully wrapped around the wound of Zhuer. Then he asked Zhuer to leaned slightly to the other side to let his belly expose to the side of the outer bed, so that the vapor of the boiled water could steam directly his belly.

The hot steam seeped into the wound as soon as it met the gauze, it was rather comfortable for Zhuer under such a treatment.

Song Qinghan estimated the time of the hot water to cool down, then turned around and said, “That’s not enough. Boil some more for me!”

He answered and ran out again as if he was totally obedient to Song Qinghan right now.

Until everything came to an order, Song Qinghan spoke to Zhuer, saying, “Your husband treat you not bad though.”

Although in this ancient time and in this place, same-sex marriage was the natural order, the feudalism permeated everywhere, which was no difference compared to Song Qinghan’s last life. It was a common phenomenon that femina males were lower down the pecking order than males, and that a male could marry several different femina males.

Another great smile showed up on Zhuer’s countenance while he nodded slightly and looked at the door gently, “He is a good husband for me. It is my luck to marry such a man.”

Song Qinghan refuted, saying, “Of course he got a reason to marry you, he married you because you’re such a match for him. Maybe you’ve been viewed as a good fortune for him in his mind.”

Zhuer was stunned hearing Song Qinghan’s unique and brand-new thought about marriage, he turned his head to look at Song Qinghan, and then smile softly, saying, “Doctor Song, you’ve amazed me over your special point of view. You’re such a good match to Dahu.”

What Zhuer mentioned caught Song Qinghan’s attention, he couldn’t help but ask, “Well, why would you draw a conclusion like that? I’ve long noticed that Xiaoqing was rather enchanted by Dahu, they grew up together. Aren’t they a better match? ”

Song Qinghan began to be regret after questioning those silly questions.

What he just asked just now was apparently showing that he minded how Xiaoqing adored Wu Dahu. Besides, it might just be a casual remark for Zhuer. Wouldn’t it be a disgrace to him if he asked this question?

In such consideration, he waved his hands, saying, “Ignore that. You don’t need to answer.”

However, Zhuer became more serious at that moment and pulled Song Qinghan’s hand, which was totally out of Song Qinghan’s expect, saying, “Although Dahu is quite silent in his daily life, he gets a high standard over his partner. In that case, Xiaoqing is just an ordinary femina male just like me. If he is such an extraordinary one and match Dahu’s standard, they would have become a good couple. Let’s just make it clear, if that happens, we are not going to chatter here today.”

Song Qinghan touched his own face thoughtfully and laughed softly, saying, “Oh well, so he is a face-judger.”

Although Zhuer didn’t understand Song Qinghan’s words, he still understood his actions and then said with a smile, “Do you think Dahu married you because of your beauty?”

It could tell from Song Qinghan’s expression that he gave tacit consent to what Zhuer said, although he didn’t say anything to agree with him.

Zhuer sighed and said earnestly, “Although Doctor Song’s beauty is indeed one of the best within this area, if you look a little further, there are quite a few beauties like you. Moreover, Dahu is not in a hurry to get married. As long as he gains some reputation in the future, he will be a rather attractive man in this town.”

His words were reasonable, it took a while for Song Qinghan to figure it out. He lowered his head to look at his belly and said helplessly, “Then it must be this little child down there.”

“Are you saying that this child is Dahu’s?” Zhuer gushed, with his wide-open.

Seeing Song Qinghan look at him, Zhuer hurriedly waved his hand and explained, saying, “I don’t mean it in a bad way, but everyone doesn’t know it…”

Fortunately, Laifu came back in time, and interrupted their awkward conversation.

He was sweating while changing the pot on his hand from the one on the ground. Noticing that Zhuer was getting better, he said happily, “Doctor Song, Zhuer looks much better right now. Do you need more boiled water?”

Song Qinghan waved his hand and said, “I’ve got enough now. From now on, you have to use clean gauze to wrap around the wound of the Zhuer, and boil two pots of boiled water like this to steam his wound for disinfection. After a week, if the wound gets no any other problem, you can stop the treatment and just wait for it to heal itself.”

Laifu kept every single word from Song Qinghan in mind seriously. Seeing that Doctor Song was about to leave, he hurriedly said, “Doctor Song, I’ll send you back.”

Indeed, Song Qinghan thought that it wasn’t a big deal to go back home himself, he said to Laifu, “It’s OK, I’m fine with that. I will go visit Dahu in the field by my own.”

But he still remembered the promise he had made to Wu Dahu. After having Zhuer rest at home, he ran out and escorted Song Qinghan to the field where Dahu stayed.

It was rather fast for Wu Dahu to finish his farm-work. It took not long for him to have the farmwork within an acre of field done.

When Song Qinghan arrived, he was preparing to plant a second hectare.

Since Laifu had done his mission, he waved his hand and smiled to them, saying, “Then I’ll leave now. I will take Zhuer together to go visit you if he is all fine in the future!”

Wu Dahu nodded and walked over to pull and lead Song Qinghan to a tree. Seeing the thin layer of sweat on his forehead, he couldn’t help asking, “It is hot outside now. Why don’t you rest at home?”

Song Qinghan glanced at his man in front of him and noticed that he himself got sweat all over his face and body, but still helped him wipe the sweat off using handkerchief, he couldn’t help but laugh, and pushed his hand away, then found a comfortable place on the ground and sit down, saying contentedly, “It’s somehow a good idea to hang out sometimes, good for me, AND the baby, go ahead for your farm stuff, I will take care of myself.”

It was almost noon. Wu Dahu was not too hungry currently because he had eaten honey. He guessed that Song Qinghan should be the same, so he made up his mind and nodded then walked to the field and kept working.

Silence surged all around. Song Qinghan was half lying on the grass, narrowed his eyes to admire the muscles of Wu Dahu when he was working. He only felt that time was quiet yet at his ease, and it would be much better if there was no such a troublemaker in his belly.

The baby in his belly probably heard what he had thought in his mind. Suddenly, the baby gave a kick on his belly, making him quite in a pain.

He lowered his head to look at his belly, poked his belly angrily and muttered to himself, “You’d better wait, little naughty! I will teach you a lesson as soon as you come out!”

After a while, he realized that he was a “MOTHER” in this current time, which should be gentle and kind. Thinking of that, he laid down whimpering, with a firm determination to play a role as a “Strict Father”.

Seeing that he looked a little impatient, Wu Dahu hurriedly quickened his movements. It took only half an hour for him to plant the rest field.

When Wu Dahu wiped off the sweat and walked to Song Qinghan’s side, he was surprised to find that he had fallen asleep.

He didn’t know what he had dreamed of. Wu Dahu saw that Song Qinghan clenched his fists while he was in sleep, as if he wanted to fight with someone.

Later, Wu Dahu tied the tools behind his waist, held Song Qinghan up and walked home.

Some neighbors had already finished their lunch and hung out on the street, but when they saw the two, they began whispering again behind them.

“See? Dahu no longer cared about etiquette and insolence. He dares to make such intimate behavior with that bastard during daytime!”

“I don’t think Dahu should be blamed for this. It’s all faults of that femina male of “EASY VIRTUE”. Do you notice that femina male closing his eyes? He must be pretending to!”

“You bet, maybe they will directly lie down in bed and do something shameless as soon as they get home!”

“No way. That female male is pregnant though!”

“Tsk tsk, look how ignorant you are! Who ever told you that once one is pregnant, he can’t make some intimate behavior? It will be fine after three months of pregnancy!”

“…”

Wu Dahu’s hearing was rather good. These words were blown into his ears flowing with the wind. He frowned and looked in the direction of those gossiping people. He found that those people were the ones who insulted his femina dad. All of a sudden, an unknown rage came out of nowhere in his mind.

If this gossip kept diffusing, he probably would have to consider moving away.

But now…

He lowered his head to look at Song Qinghan, with a touch of gentleness flashing in his eyes.

Well, his husband was still in his pregnancy and couldn’t bear with such a  big movement.

After returning to his room, Wu Dahu carefully put Song Qinghan on the bed. Seeing that Song Qinghan showed no signs of awakening, he paused when he turned around. He stared at his pink lips for a moment, then suddenly lowered his head and gave him a kiss.

This slight and gentle kiss wasn’t last long. Wu Dahu raised his head with his face got red-rimmed. Seeing that Song Qinghan seemed to be about to wake up, he hurriedly walked out of the room.