A Western Doctor's Happy Farming Life

Chapter 46: Confession

Translator: LiamHW

Nodding, Song Qinghan sent Xiaoqing’s femina dad to the gate, and saying, “I sincerely appreciate that. I should stay here to take care of Dahu till he awakes. Here’s the money for you to get us the doctor here. If Doctor Luo is coming, please tell him our names, he probably will come.”

Taking over the bag of coins, Xiaoqing’s femina dad could clearly sense that it was such a large amount of money, probably there were fifty silver coins in it. He was about to refuse, but then he pondered a while when he heard the name of Doctor Luo.

Well, Doctor Luo was famous though, getting him for a private diagnosis would never be less than fifty silver coins.

Bidding farewell to Xiaoqing’s femina dad, Song Qinghan came to shut the door, and then went to the kitchen, sorting out the herbs in a pot and starting boiling them.

Yet on the other side, Wu Dahu seemed to get a worse situation. He was soaked with sweat on his forehead, frowning in torment.

Feeling so bad for his man, Song Qinghan carried a pot of water and came to Wu Dahu’s side, then dampened the handkerchief and put it on Wu Dahu’s forehead.

In several rounds Song Qinghan was wiping the sweat out of Wu Dahu’s face and checking out the boiling herbs in the kitchen. It was kind of hard work for someone who carried a baby.

Finally, the medicine made by herbs was done.

With a taste, the bitterness given off from the medicine made Song Qinghan frown.

Well, as there goes a saying among the principle of Chinese medicine, good medicine always tastes bitter. Since it tasted so bad in flavor, it must be with strong effect, thought Song Qinghan. So the boy poured the liquid medicine into a bowl, blowing it till it cooled down. And then fed Wu Dahu as the way he fed him water.

However, it seemed that this didn’t work at the present.

Keeping his eyes shut tightly, Wu Dahu seemed to regain his consciousness, he kept his mouth sealing no matter how hard Song Qinghan pinched his chin. Under desperating, Song Qinghan poured the medicine all in his mouth and then lowered down his face to feed Wu Dahu with his mouth.

At first, it wasn’t that smooth for Song Qinghan to transfer the medicine from his mouth to Wu Dahu’s mouth. The medicine leaked out from the corner of the lips from them. Striving to force open the teeth of Wu Dahu in an uneasy way, Song Qinghan found all the liquid medicine was gone, no even a drop.

He wiped his mouth a bit, sharpening his eyes in a decisive look as if he would give it up feeding till he succeed. Pouring another mouthful of the medicine in his mouth, Song Qinghan lowered down his face again. Since the second try was smoother, he finally fed Wu Dahu drop by drop in such an embarrassing way.

And finally, for around several rounds of feeding, he succeeded making it.

The flavor of bitterness was just scattering in Song Qinghan’s mouth. He then went back to the kitchen, washing the dishes.

Why was everybody else getting some kind of sweetness while applying to feed his beloved one the medicine. But Song Qinghan could feel nothing but bitterness! Eww.

But fortunately, the liquid medicine seemed to work immediately. With its effect, the physical temperature of Wu Dahu gradually cooled down as Song Qinghan expected, and meanwhile, the redness of his skin started turning back from the pale one.

Heaving a sigh with a relief, Song Qinghan had finally got himself a rest in mind. With drowsiness, he got himself in the bed, laying just right aside by Wu Dahu in a curling up way, and holding tight the hand of Wu Dahu to make sure the updating situation of him.

Towards midnight, Song Qinghan suddenly felt something was burning in his hand, like, he was touching a complete steamed tomato at hand. In a flash, he threw it away all of a sudden while he was still in his drowsy head.

That “steamed potato”, as if it gained consciousness itself, turned a corner in the air and then fell back to Song Qinghan’s hand again.

“Auch!”

Song Qinghan woke up, retreating his hand and erupting in surprise. And then he turned around to stare at Wu Dahu, stretching out to touch the man’s forehead. No way, how could it burn again? And this term it seemed to be more of seriousness.

With such an anxiety, Song Qinghan flipped over and then got himself off the bed. He headed to the kitchen and brought back a pot of cold water. And then used the soaked handkerchief to wipe the whole body of Wu Dahu, later he rubbed some liquor on.

Although this made Wu Dahu’s temperature drop a bit, it was still shockingly burning.

If Wu Dahu kept his bad situation like this, he probably would never have a chance to see the sun tomorrow.

Bitterness festered in Song Qinghan’s mind. He didn’t want to be immersed into such a sorrow, but the every possible bad consequence just happened to pop up right in his mind. He tried hard to suppress himself not to cry. In a result he was like a machine which worked mechanically there, repeating his expressionless action of soaking the handkerchief and wiping the skin of Wu Dahu.

“How foolish are you? Dahu. How could you just leave this house without bringing money? How did you think you’re going to do in that forest of darkness? Do you really think that you are a savage who is fiercer than a giant bear? How foolish you are!”

“If you are furious just because what I’ve done, you can just kick me out of the house, or maybe kick me out after I deliver to this baby. Why not vent your rage over that, like, witnessing me in such a poor condition.”

“BUT I WARN YOU NOW! You’d better stay tight with me at this moment. I will never ever let you go right here. You can’t just leave me with this little savage in this dang world!”

“I will never ever allow the death to grab you over me, right, I will never let that happen!”

“…”

In such a complaint, Song Qinghan counted every foolish thing that Wu Dahu had done before since his transmigration to this world. Tears dropped ruthlessly rolling down from the boy’s red-rimmed cheek. He started bawling then, as if his world was about to collapse.

At the moment he was supposed to sleep according to his biological clock, he failed to because every single nerve of his was just strained, he was now in such a mental and physical exhaustion which was out of his capacity to bear.

Staring at the expressionless face of Wu Dahu, Song Qinghan immersed himself in such a repentance, and muttering, “I should have stopped you getting out of the house. We are so alike when we both attempt to be the coolest one. I know deeply that I love you so much, but I just don’t like to be so active to take the initiative. I know it was my fault. Please get yourself better soon. I will ‘lock’ you up with me once you wake up, and I will always accompany with you and go nowhere. ”

He didn’t know if it was an illusion or not, but he felt that Wu Dahu’s eyelids moved slightly as if the man had heard something. But when Song Qinghan approached to get a closer observation, he saw no reaction at all from Wu Dahu.

Song Qinghan kept himself busy taking good care of Wu Dahu overnight.  With the sun rising up again next morning, everything was just illuminated in the room. And also, with the indoor temperature warming up, Wu Dahu’s physical temperature was under a good control at the moment.

Taking a pause just for some seconds, Song Qinghan fell down just like a puppet getting loosened controlled by the master, lying on the ground right away with his softened and sore limbs. Next moment when he leaned against his head on the wall, he fell asleep in a flash.

Not knowing how long he slept, Song Qinghan heard a sudden noise of knock. It was Xiaoqing’s femina dad who was shouting outside, “Qinghan, Doctor Luo is here. Open the door.”

Hearing that, Song Qinghan got up all of a sudden while all his drowsiness were just suddenly dissipated. Then he came to open the door.

Doctor Luo who just stood outside the yard delivered the boy a look of astonishment, he came to say in a surprise, “What happened to you?”

Just at the moment he finished his words, he reached out to grab Song Qinghan’s wrist trying to take his pulse, but then only to be grabbed by hands by Song Qinhan and was led to the inner room.

“Doctor Luo, I’m all fine. Please just check out my husband now.” said Song Qinghan.

Doctor Luo was about to lecture him, but just as he saw Wu Dahu who laid in bed, another astonishment failed him to utter.

Well, he knew exactly the seriousness of the matter now.

Seating himself aside the bed, Doctor Luo took a careful examine on Wu Dahu, checking his physical wounds and pulling slightly on his eyelids. And then he just placed his fingers on the wrist of Wu Dahu and started taking his pulse.

Song Qinghan stood there staring at Doctor Luo, he was now all anxiety to wait for the diagnosis by him. About some minutes, he turned to Doctor Luo, asking, “Doctor Luo, how is it?”

Closing eyes and pondering for a while, Doctor Luo then came to say, “He got a steady situation right now, not bad. But he still carries so many wounds on his body. He still need to be taken good care of. The fact is, if he is not going to get a fever within three days. Everything will be fine for him.”

Finally, Song Qinghan heaved a sigh with a great relief, that was a good news for him.

Although he was also aware of the situation that Doctor Luo said, but since he was the one who suffered with such a grief and couldn’t sort things out without a sober mind, he needed someone of authority to inform him the truth. If it wasn’t Doctor Luo, probably he would always immerse in such a sorrow and fear.

Once again, Doctor Luo came to take a careful observation on Wu Dahu’s wounds, and then he turned to Song Qinghan, saying, “If Dahu can make it through, you are the one who deserve all the credit. How you operated on him seems to be more skillful than me. However, the medical cream isn’t that good. I bring some here today, try this one.”

Nodding, Song Qinghan took over the fist-size medical cream from Doctor Luo. Noticing that Doctor Luo was about to leave, he then asked in urgency, “Ah, Doctor Luo. Anything else I should know and pay attention to? Like, what kind of liquid medicine should Dahu drink?”

Doctor Luo was also stunned standing, and asking, “Medicine? Don’t you own some? Just take the one you are applying now.”

Seeing that the boy still remained his confusion on face, Doctor Luo then pointed at the quilt beneath Wu Dahu where there still kept the imprint Song Qinghan left when he applied to feed his hubby the medicine mouth-to-mouth.

With a look of sudden enlightenment, Song Qinghan recalled the fact that Xiaoqing’s femina dad had brought a pack of herbs, which was quite enough for couple of days, then he replied, “Alright, I will come for you for another prescription if it’s run out.”

Surprised, Doctor Luo came to say, “Oh, that means you don’t make yourself the prescription? So your master didn’t teach you how to prescribe or something?”

Oh, “Master”? Song Qinghan recalled the day of awkwardness when he made the deal with Doctor Luo selling him the monk fruits. But since here got someone who was out of this affair, he couldn’t explain it in a further detail, only to scratch himself on the head, saying in a vague tone, “Ye… Yeah!”

Dr. Luo looked at him with a look of thoughtfulness, saying slowly, “Really? Then he must be an excellent but somehow queer master. If possible, I would love to meet him.”

Song Qinghan was afraid that he wouldn’t be able to patch up the lie, he bid farewell to Doctor Luo and sent him to the gate of the yard, delivering him a pack of coins.

Doctor Luo got his face a one of seriousness, rejecting, “Your friend had given me the coins already. And also, I did nothing at all but just deliver you a vial of medical cream, that’s not a big deal. Just apply it to Dahu. And give me feedback in time if there are some other problems.”

This old doctor then patted Song Qinghan on his shoulder for inciting him, turning around and getting in the carriage and leaving.

When Song Qinghan turned around with bunch of thoughts in his mind, he saw Xiao Qing’s femina dad was just pushing Xiaoqing’s father over.

Taking out the pack of coins Song Qinghan gave it last night, Xiaoqing’s femina dad stuffed it into Song Qinghan’s hands, and saying, “The consultant charge for Huichun Shop only costs you ten silver coins. So here is the rest of them. Keep them.”

With a astonishment, Song Qinghan saw that Xiaoqing’s father was dragging the pack tightly. He then came to figure out what was going on.

Pondering for a while, he said to the two, “Please wait for a minute. I will go inside and take something out.”

After he left, Xiao Qing’s father’s expression immediately changed. He looked at Xiaoqing’s femina dad with a rage and said, “That’s a total of forty silver coins! He gave you yesterday, then you own them. What’s wrong with you? If I know you’re coming here just for giving back the money. I won’t be willing to come.”

Although Xiao Qing daddy was scolded and didn’t dare raise his head, he still said firmly, “That money isn’t ours. We just help him go the doctor here. What we did is not worthy of that amount of coins. Moreover, we shouldn’t just ignore the fact that Qinghan had once helped me and cured me. And we haven’t taken any action to show our gratitude yet!”

Well, the truth was just posting there right away. What Xiaoqing’s father would do depended on his personality, nobody would know.

Standing there with his arms folding across the chest, Xiaoqing’s father complained impatiently, saying, “Didn’t we send them some eggs and beans before? That doesn’t count for the payment? Well, don’t ever bother me with so-called requite favors. And in addition, how can you just portrait your injury as serious as if it was a deadly one? Any doctor in any village, I would say, famous or mediocre, can surely cure you. And that’s just cost probably an entertainment of a meal. How can you just suffer me with all kinds of matter?”