A Western Doctor's Happy Farming Life

Yuan Wenxuan sensitively noticed that the mask was not carried by them. The cotton mask made by Hualien took a suspicious look at Muye.

Was it his own idea, or did song QingHan direct him?

Song QingHan stood beside the wooden leaf, looked at it carefully with his chin, and said in a judgmental tone: "the connection is reversed. There are some small differences between the valves on both sides, which can not be distinguished by naked eyes."

Hearing the word "valve", Wu Dahu is OK. Yuanxuan's doubts are deeper. He moves a few steps to his side subconsciously. When he sees the human body placed in front of Muye and song QingHan, he seems to have been greatly touched, and his whole body twitches.

Wu Dahu is aware of this change and looks along his line of sight. However, Wu Dahu can't see anything because there is a board on the table in front of Muye and song QingHan.

"What's the matter?" He simply lowered his voice and asked yuanxuan.

Xuanxuan's mood is a little complicated now. He doesn't know where to talk to Wu Dahu. He can only vaguely say, "no, how..."

he always thought that only song QingHan knew about surgery in this world. Unexpectedly, in this remote Xingyue City, there was another person who also knew it?!

The reason why song QingHan directly ruled out the possibility that song QingHan taught him to do surgery was that he said "help him do experiments" before.

If song QingHan taught that person, even if song QingHan was more modest, he would not use the word "assist". Therefore, this proves that the main scalpel of this operation is Muye!

If this goes on, the mask on song QingHan's face must be made of wood leaves.

didn't expect as like as two peas in the world. It's amazing!

After understanding the original, Xuan finally understood the calm mood of song QingHan, which must be the same as the feeling of encountering the same kind of people. Although the two had not met before, and even a little unhappy, they knew that each other was a kind of person, so subconsciously, he felt very down-to-earth and relieved.

He ignored one point, that is, if song QingHan was really the same as his idea, no matter how calm his mind would be. After all, song QingHan and Muye did not meet for a long time, and the initial excitement should not have passed.

Xuan looked up to see what they were doing, but when he saw the expression of concentration on their faces, he gave up the idea.

Even song QingHan could only help, which showed that the experiment was very important. He had better not disturb him in the past.

After discussing with Muye for a while, song QingHan suddenly said, "I'll take my friend down to find a place to live, and I'll come back in a time of incense."

Wood leaf head did not lift, disorderly place a nod a head way: "go, go, hurry up, will arrive the most important link in a while, can't let them stay here waiting for us to finish."

Song QingHan shook his head and said decisively, "they are very tired all the way. They need a rest."

Besides, he seems to be completely immersed in the experiment.

Although it was only half a day ahead of them, song QingHan seemed to be very familiar with this place, and even his servants didn't want to take them directly to the deeper underground.

All the way silent, Wu Dahu sensitively detected something. He did not rashly open his mouth to say secret things, but only casually said two idle words.

"It seems that this place has been built for a long time. I wonder if anyone else knows about this place?"

"The son looks young. Is he the master here?"

"How long are you going to stay here? Have you confirmed that they did the previous thing? "

"..."

Song QingHan always just listened silently and didn't speak. When he entered a room that looked ordinary, he turned around, looked around, drew a basin of water in the corner, put it on the table, and whispered, "you must be tired after running for so long. Wash your face first."

Before Wu Dahu could react, the original Xuan took the initiative and threw some water on his face. When he opened his eyes again, he found that song QingHan had written on the table with his index finger.

He widened his eyes in surprise and subconsciously looked back at the door. Seeing that there was no difference, he turned his head and looked carefully at the words on the table.

Wu Dahu can see clearly the words written by song QingHan without passing by. Therefore, compared with the original Xuan, he responds more quickly and directly asks, "then we?"

Song QingHan wrote "don't talk" in the space next to him and continued his unfinished narration.

He didn't write too much, but only revealed three information: Muye was over 50, the experiment was conducted on people, and they could not escape without the permission of Muye.

These information, even if it is alone, let alone let Wu Dahu and yuanxuan feel very surprised, let alone read together.

Wu Dahu stopped for a moment and recalled in his mind the picture of his meeting with Muye before. He could not imagine that a man with no wrinkles on his face, smooth movements and flexible skills would be a bad old man in his fifties.He is still digesting this information, the original Xuan has been directly stained with water to ask.

"What are you doing?"

Song QingHan was stunned. It seemed that he hesitated, but in the end he wrote: he wanted to live forever.

Immortality, even in mythology, is not common. After all, people here are very pragmatic. Therefore, when they read this sentence, yuanyuanxuan and wudahu were greatly shocked.

Wu Dahu followed with a little water and asked, "he has already done it?"

Although he didn't write it clearly, song QingHan understood his meaning, which was nothing more than the illusion brought by Muye's face.

After thinking about it, he slowly wrote: not yet, but soon.

This answer to the original Xuan and Wu Dahu brought more shock, if people really can live forever, then not all of them are old men? Even when two people meet, they look similar, but they may be hundreds of years younger.

In fact, not only they, but also song QingHan, were not calm when they wrote these words.

Who could have thought that what modern medicine could not do, in this remote and unknown continent, was touched by a crazy man the corner of success?

But after all, it's just a corner of clothing. There is still a distance from success. Even this distance may be just looking close, but actually it's Tianhe.

Song QingHan hid his thoughts from the bottom of his heart, reached out to erase all the marks on the table, and said in a soft voice, "the time for a stick of incense is coming. You can continue to rest here, and I will come to you when I finish."