A Western Doctor's Happy Farming Life

325. Chapter 325: Second Child

Translator: LiamHW

The man pointed at a certain direction after he said so, and then uttered again peacefully, “There, walk towards the way and you will enter the town, hurry up and leave this place, we might regret if you stay here for long.”

Song Qinghan felt quite pitiful for that python as the man turned around and headed back to the cave joining the fight against the creature which was dying at its last gasp. He couldn’t help but sigh in great helplessness, “It is in fact not that bad, it just likes kids but…”

But since it was a creature born in wild world, it couldn’t change the brutal animality inborn with it and was utilized by the evil person.

Wu Dahu reached out to hold his waist, pacifying, “Let’s wish that this creature will get freedom in its next life. As for those pair of father and son, maybe being degraded into lowly beasts should be their final destination.”

There was no more time for them to express their sentiments at this moment and, when they noticed that someone among the fierce men cluster had already showed their hostile glance at them, they hurried to set off heading to the town side.

On the other side, Hualian and Lusen were wandering on the way together with Little Shitou. They had no other way but wandered here because they not only worried about the security issue but were also eager to get the first-handed news of Song Qinghan.

They did report everything to the official court, but the official failed to investigate anything. At the end, Hualian and Lusen got educated and were accused of spreading false information.

They thought it would be another day of gaining nothing. But to their surprise, just when they headed back, Lusen perceived the appearance of Song Qinghan not afar, and he hurried led Hualian and Little Shitou rush over.

After such an adventure, the three looked rather shabby just like three beggars there. And if it wasn’t that Song Qinghan was carrying a big belly, they would have missed each other.

After the rendezvous, Wu Dahu and the others didn’t bother to explain anything, they just let Lu Sen take them back to the inn and took a bath, changed into clean clothes, and went to the iron shop to get back Song Qinghan’s new scalpel kit, then they hired a carriage and headed for the military camp without stopping for a moment.

Before they got close to where they were staying, they noticed that the barracks had changed drastically, with brick houses of different sizes standing on the formerly empty land. Even though they were all in different shapes in constructions, the styles were the same, and it was obviously that they were all made by Xiaosi and his companion.

It seemed that Xiaosi and his companion had not been slacking off at all, and they might actually be able to finish constructing all the houses before the deadline.

Wu Dahu was worried that Muhammad would think too much about their absence, so he went to report to him without even returning home.

Although Song Qinghan was in better spirits after his bath, he was still physically tired, so he did not go out with Wu Dahu but took Hualian and the others directly back to their newly built residence.

When he got home, he didn’t even have an appetite for food, so he fell asleep and slept for the rest of the day, and when he woke up again, it was already dark outside.

Wu Dahu had returned home, but his face was grim and he looked as if something bad had happened again.

Such bunch of experiences Song Qinghan had been through in a row made him learn a lot and his temper seemed to be more steady. Just at the moment he noticed the long face Wu Dahu was with, he asked directly without even frowning for a bit while, “What’s wrong? Did Muhammad disturb you?”

Wu Dahu hesitated for a moment, seemingly feeling that it was not a good topic to negotiate with Song Qinghan, and it took him quite a long while until he finally explained, “Not at all, but I heard that the Qingmu Emperor died days ago, and there are two powers from North side and South side forming from nowhere. Both of the powers seem to have an intention to usurp the throne.”

Song Qinghan nodded as he was so peaceful in mind, but just thought that thing just evolved just as he imagined previously. So he continued to ask, “So what now? Are you going to lead the troop again? Didn’t you say that you wouldn’t attack Qingmu Region previously no matter what happens? Did Muhammad force you to do so?”

Wu Dahu delivered a bitter smile and shook his head, “That’s not true, even if we were to fight, we would still continue to fight against the barbarians. Now Qingmu Region is still in a total chaos and it will surely last for a long while, it is not a good time to meddle at this moment.”

“What I concern is… The names of those two powers.”

Song QInghan blinked his eyes and asked curiously, “What name?”

Wu Dahu looked into somewhere as if to recall something in his mind, and then he answered in a faint confusion, “I heard that the power in the South is called Yijian, while the one in the North is called Mu Qingfeng.”

The latter name, however, was not that unfamiliar to both the duo because it was not that far away. So an image of an ill and pale face occurred to Song Qinghan in his mind all of a sudden, and he nodded haphazardly, “Since he got money and power, it is not strange at all for him to do something like that.”

But as for the former name, Song Qinghan had no impression on it at all. And at the end it was Wu Dahu came to explain as he found Song Qinghan was struggling to figure it out, “You’ve never met him before, and I almost forget him either. Which is totally beyond my expectation is that the speculation does turn out to be true at the end.”

Seeing that the sorrow between Wu Dahu’s eyebrows had obviously diminished a bit after he said this, Song Qinghan took his hand and placed it on his stomach, sighing comfortably and said, “Don’t bother yourself to overthink their situation, we should pay more attention to our own life, as long as we live in happiness, everything doesn’t matter at all. And as the peace finally comes, we will get our chance to travel to the rest of the world.”

Wu Dahu was persuaded by him and nodded, looking at the soft side of his face, he felt himself was currently indulging in happiness.

Few days passed, and all the residences were successfully built before the final deadline. Xiaosi and all his companion were exhausted enough that they did not even want to say anything further but get back to their own houses to rest.

Wu Ke was not as angry as Wu Dahu thought he would be, because he was so busy with the expedition that he couldn’t be bothered to mess up with those lowly people, and at most he just looked at Wu Dahu cross-eyed for a while when he saw him.

Wu Dahu did not reject the command from Muhammad to attack the barbarian. Although he regretted that he could not be with Song Qinghan for a while, he thought that he could take Song Qinghan back to the countryside after the matter was settled here, so his spirit was high and he was as strong as ever.

Song Qinghan had nothing to do in his daily routine as his belly was growing bigger and bigger as the days passed. What he could only do everyday was to wander around in his yard, take sunbath and plant some flowers.

Thanks to the events happened in Muye’s self-proclaimed territory, Yuan Wenxuan’s hands-on ability had improved by several levels, so when someone visited them seeking medical help, Song Qinghan no longer needed to do it by himself but just entrusted Yuan Wenxuan with all the stuff.

At first, those people thought Song Qinghan was neglecting them, but after Yuan Wenxuan revealed his own miraculous medical skills, those people shut up with no more complaints. They only dared to talk about Song Qinghan’s medical skills behind.

In their perspectives, Song Qinghan had already been portrayed as a miracle doctor who indeed knew everything and was omnipotent, and who was capable of turning a white-bearded man into a dynamic youngster as well as bring back the life of a pile of vanishing white bones.

Song Qinghan, however, felt it was quite hilarious after he got the folks’ assessment over his ability from Hualian. Well, the one which was capable of turning a white-bearded man into a dynamic youngster should be a hairdye, and only ghost stories had such a narrating power to bring back life of a pile of vanishing white bones. What kind of power was that for him?

However, he did not have that mood to explain everything to the folk currently, those people wouldn’t believe him anyway but probably would think that he was being humble.

Just as Song Qinghan was about to give birth, Wu Dahu finally finished his campaign and returned to their residence.

And this time they finally got enough time for the prenatal preparation and got Song Qinghan a professional midwifery man. Even so, Yuan Wenxuan had already been in a standby state and got the scalpel kit ready aside with him.

Song Qinghan was no longer a flustered man on his second due day since he had once experienced delivering a baby. And he even got time to pay attention to researching the stomach construction on his own.

A quarter of an hour later, the baby’s clear cries rang out, and the midwifery man hurried to open the door of the delivery room, peering out with his face full of excitement and cheering in delight, “Congratulations, Lord! Both Mistress and the boy are safe and healthy!”