A Western Doctor's Happy Farming Life[1]

Chapter 3

“Wait for me here.”

Wu Dahu left these words and ran out like an arrow off the bow with his stiff muscles, friskily as a colt.

Suddenly, there was only Song Qinghan. He felt a little out of it and stood there alone, pulling his sleeves at a loss.

“According to Wu Dahu, there are creatures like wild boars and foxes in this mountain. What if a big tiger pops out and eats him? Although this body is not in a good condition now, I’m still alive. While there’s life, there’s hope. If I’m dead, it’s all over.”

He was letting his imagination run away with him, and his heart was beating like a drum. A little sign of trouble could frighten him.

Suddenly, a voice came from the bushes on the left. He took two steps back and looked at it in terror.

“Ah…”

After seeing that it was Wu Dahu, he covered his mouth and retracted his scream.

Wu Dahu was stunned. Seeing Song Qinghan’s legs trembling, Wu Dahu hurriedly stepped forward to hold him and asked with concern, “Were you scared? It was all my fault. I shouldn’t have taken a shortcut.”

Song Qinghan patted his own chest, and his face turned red slightly. Seemingly, he didn’t expect that his timid side would be seen by someone.

A trace of red things flashed across his eyes. He looked over and exclaimed, “Ah! You were injured!”

Wu Dahu lowered his head to look at his right arm, and said unconcernedly with a smile, “Nothing. It’s just a superficial wound.”

As he spoke, he raised his left hand and revealed the fat hare. With shining eyes,  he said, “I can add some food to your dinner tonight.”

But Song Qinghan was not happy, and even darkened his face. He grabbed Wu Dahu’s injured arm and asked coldly, “What hurt you? How much blood did you lose? Did you touch anything dirty just now? ”

This was Song Qinghan’s occupational disease. He not only took good care of his own body, but also couldn’t see others trash their body, especially those related to him.

Seeing that Song Qinghan was serious, Wu Dahu put away his smile, frowning and thinking for a moment, “I ran so fast just now that I got scratched by some branches. But I didn’t bleed too much or touch anything dirty.”

Song Qinghan’s face softened, but he was still upset, “Let’s go back. I’ll treat your wound to avoid infection.”

Wu Dahu felt shocked by Song Qinghan’s air. He nodded obediently and led the way.

“After all, I hunted a hare. It would be much easier. When Song Qinghan is napping at noon, I’ll come out again and see if I can capture some prey.” Wu Dahou thought in mind.

After they went back, the first thing that Song Qinghan did was to boil a pot of water. After sinking the towel into the boiling water, he carefully wiped the area around Wu Dahu’s wound. When the blood strain was wiped off, he saw that the wound was indeed not so deep, so he didn’t wrap it up. He only said, “Don’t touch any water recently, nor touch any dirty things. Don’t scratch scabs, otherwise it will leave scars.”

Wu Dahu smiled indifferently, “It’s fine for a man to have some scars.”

Song Qinghan glared at him and said grumpily, “I don’t like scars!”

As soon as his words came out, both of them fell silent, and the air became stagnant.

Song Qinghan felt a little embarrassed, wondering if his like about scars had any relationship with Wu Dahu. It’s not the fact that he would touch Wu Dahu’s skin every day in his life in the future.