Chapter 253

Song QingHan, in order to show his skills and find small stones as soon as possible, worked hard after entering the tent without saying a word. Anyway, these barbarians were too hurt to move. He didn't have to worry about each other's disorderly struggle.

The doctor who followed him was the doctor of yesterday. After seeing his superb surgical skills, he finally asked, "is this your ancestral medicine, my lord?"

Song QingHan pauses, looking at the silver light reflecting scalpel on his hand, and for the first time tells the truth: "no, it's the common achievement of many people. I'm just asking for a trick."

This is a barbarian. He doesn't have to worry about others to investigate his background, because even if he does, he won't find out any suspicious situation.

After listening to song QingHan's words, the man nodded and continued to ask, "do you accept an apprentice, sir?"

Song QingHan didn't mind having an apprentice, but he did mind giving up his only advantage now, so he only said, "you can learn as much as you can see. It's useless to say too much, unless you start by yourself."

Seeing song QingHan's tone somewhat alienated, the man probably understood that his question was not appropriate, pursed his lips and did not speak again.

When song QingHan got to the last operation, his tent was suddenly lifted up. He frowned and said in a cold voice: "I didn't say that no one should enter..."

when he saw Merck appear with a small stone in his arms, he stopped, lowered his head and continued to move on his hands, and asked in a deep voice, "how did you come?"

Seeing that he was serious, Merck didn't want to speak, but he still said: "your son just got a little scared. Now it seems that he has fainted. It's better to show it to others than to show it to you, so I brought him here."

Hearing this, song QingHan's pupil shrank, and he almost immediately stood up to see the small stone. But when he saw the wound in front of him, he still gritted his teeth and held back. He turned to the man behind him: "you first help the little stone to feel his pulse and see what his situation is. After that, I will go."

Seeing that he finally had a place to use, the man quickly nodded and saluted Merck. He carefully held out his hand to hold the wrist of the stone and frowned to feel it.

Merck seems to be puzzled that song QingHan didn't come to see the little stone for the first time. However, when he saw his flying hands, he probably understood something and thought in his eyes.

The life of one's own son is the life of others, but there are not many people in the world who can treat both fairly.

When song QingHan finished his work, the doctor who took care of the pulse finally opened his mouth.

"The pulse is floating and the spleen and stomach are damaged. It seems that I have just been frightened. I need to take good care of it for a while."

Song QingHan wiped his clean hands and held the stone in his arms. Looking at his pale face, he could not help feeling heartache.

Wu Dahu's injury is not good, and the little stone has fallen again. He wants to suspect that this year is his birthday. But even if it is the Benming year, it is he who should be in bad luck, not the people around him.

"Is there a kitchen? I want to cook something for him

Merck was fascinated by song QingHan. When she heard his words, she nodded and said, "yes, you can use it."

Song QingHan was just about to take a step. He suddenly said, "I want to live with Wu Dahu with a small stone these days. Is that ok? Otherwise, I have to take care of both sides. I can't run away. "

Hearing his request, Merck's eyes flashed a little hesitation. Seeing the calm look on his face, she didn't know what to think. Subconsciously, she said, "yes, three days."

Three days' hard work is enough to stabilize Wu Dahu's condition. As for Xiaoshi, as long as he wakes up, after all, the most important thing about this kind of thing is to nourish him. He can't be anxious.

Song QingHan got a satisfactory answer, tightly holding the small stone hand, stepped out of the tent.

Just as he was about to walk to the kitchen, he remembered one thing and suddenly asked his guide: "do you know how the little stone was frightened?"

The man did not seem to think that song QingHan would take the initiative to speak to him, so his body obviously shook when he heard song QingHan's voice.

After listening to what song QingHan asked, he became more uneasy and hesitated for a long time, and could not say a complete word.

If the party doesn't say anything about this kind of matter involving the level of utan and Merck, how dare he, a small minion, dare to talk freely?

Song QingHan saw something from his nervousness and uneasiness, narrowed his eyes and said, "is it man-made?"

The man did not speak. Song QingHan took this as a default and thought carefully along this line of thinking.

What he told the man was to ride around with a small stone. If he was an ordinary child, he was frightened at the first time. However, there were more horses that Su San had ridden before Xiaoshi. Therefore, he would not believe that Xiaoshi was frightened by the ordinary riding methods.Did Merck do it? Maybe he had a whim and asked the man to take the stone with him when he saw the stone?

Thinking of this, he suddenly asked, "your Lord, do you like to gallop? Is his horsemanship very good? Can do all kinds of difficult movements? "

That person leng Leng Leng, in the eye exudes a puzzled, does not seem to understand song QingHan asked this to do.

But because the question was not taboo, he answered it quickly.

"Although our master's equestrian skills are good, we don't like to do those fancy moves. Therefore, in previous years, Princess utan took the place of the Lord in horse racing festivals."

Utan? Song QingHan's heart moved. After catching the word, something flashed in his mind. He sneered at him and said to himself, "it's him...

if it's the stone that Wutan scared, everything will be explained.

Why did Merck come to him in person and even agreed to his rude request? It was all because Merck knew that he was in the wrong, so he changed his way to compensate him.

After all, he had to bite his teeth and admit it. Even if he knew that utan had done it, he would not be able to wait for the apology. Who would let him leave now?

Song QingHan's eyes darkened, gently touched the back of the stone, took the kitchen utensils, and quietly helped him cook the startling tonic.

As soon as he cooked something, he took the little stone into Wu Dahu's tent. When he saw his face, he cried out and rubbed his head into his arms. He said intermittently, "female father! Female father! Afraid! Bad people