A Western Doctor's Happy Farming Life

Chapter 316: Old Man In Kitchen

Translator: LiamHW

Muye looked rather cheerful as he used the scalpel to tap on the man’s chest, and he uttered in excitement, “This one is the most difficult one to handle with, I will operate the half and you get the other half rest, alright? Is that fair enough?”

Song Qinghan wanted to deny, yet he was afraid that he might be the next one to lay on the bed ready to be treated with no disease if he dared to irritate this crazy maniac.

However, he still tried his best to struggle for the rights for himself and he said, “You’ve done a lot experiments before, and it is the first time for me to do so, you’d better bear this in mind.”

Muye paused, seemingly rather hesitant. Yet at the moment he caught the calm face of Song Qinghan in sight once again, he nodded so as to admit.

“Sure, I will offer you more chances to have a try as long as it can be made successfully in three days.”

Three days? Song Qinghan cried inside, and for some reasons he recalled what the innkeeper had informed them.

The heaven worship ritual! Wasn’t it going to be held after three days?

As Muye was the Saint Son, he should attend the revelry for sure. So maybe it was the chance for them to flee away, maybe?

Bunch of ideas were now cramming into his mind, while in Muye’s eyes, he was just thinking about how to run this operation smoothly.

Noticing that Song Qinghan did not show any dissent over the decision, Muye reached out to take off the man’s cloth, and used the liquor to disinfect all the tools they were about to use. And after that, he started his part of operation on that pitiful man without further hesitation.

Song Qinghan stood aside watching quietly, while in his mind he felt deeply sympathetic to this innocent man who laid there just like a dead one.

The success rate of this entire surgery was faint, faint enough that the man would have no good end for sure.

He even wished, neither from his evil or good side, that Muye would make some mistake during his part of operation. In that case, he wouldn’t be the malicious one who was the culprit to end that man’s life.

While Song Qinghan and Muye were operating, Wu Dahu and Yuan Wenxuan weren’t being idle on the other side.

They indeed did not run around, yet it did not mean that they did not have something to do.

At the third time touching all the inner wall of every room within, Wu Dahu had drawn a conclusion, “Bronze walls, there is not the slightest possibility of digging out.”

He believed that since the the people in Saint Clan could build such a large structure underground, the mud here must not be difficult to excavate, but what he had not expected was that from what he had seen so far, it would be impossible to make a tunnel here without at least a decade.

And that was calculated on the premise of continuous and uninterrupted movement.

However, if there was no way for them to discover a way to sneak out, what about the uncovered one then?

At that moment, someone happened to come in to bring the two water to drink. With ideas devised in mind, Wu Dahu suddenly spoke to the man, “Can you take me to the kitchen? He is not feeling well and I want to cook some porridge for him.”

Although Wu Dahu had not greeted him beforehand, Yuan Wenxuan cooperated very well. Without any extra and exaggerating acting, he just made his face turn a little paler while frowning slightly, as if he was forcing himself to endure the discomfort.

The man froze and nodded without much hesitation, “Follow me.”

Since there was a responsible man to lead the way, they definitely would never dare running around. Besides, Wu Dahu was so careful that he didn’t look around much along the way, just memorizing the general route in his mind, just in case at any case in the near future they might have to recognize the route themselves.

To Wu Dahu’s surprise, the kitchen was extremely tiny in such a spacious place, so tiny that it could only accommodate two or three people.

There was already a man inside who was burning the fire for making meal. And, creepiness still permeated everywhere within this place, the man inside did not say anything at all as his entire figure looked as feeble as a beggar while his face was dispirited enough as if everything in his eyes lost its meaning of life.

The man who led the way brought him in and then left, without giving any instructions and without seeming to worry about Wu Dahu’s messing up in the kitchen.

He looked at the man who was burning the fire for a few more moments, and when he noticed that the dispirited man was indeed surrounded by discouraging circumstance instead of being born with that unpleasant look, he couldn’t help but mutter in disbelief.

No one ever knew why Muye would consider about using such a dispirited man to cook for them. Weren’t they afraid that this man might get an intention to get them all poisoned?

He knew he was overthinking it. If this man aside really had an intention to hurt people around, he would have poisoned the whole group long ago.

Thinking of his excuse for coming over to the kitchen, he knelt down, reached out to get a random pot, put a handful of rice in it, and then added a spoonful of water, covered it with a lid and put it directly on the cooker.

“Someone’s sick, huh?”

To his great surprise, the dispirited man suddenly took the initiative to speak.

Wu Dahu nodded, and then explained, “It’s a long journey, and he is just a kid who isn’t that strong to endure the exhaustion, you know.”

“Sure,” the man sounded sympathetically, and then he added, “How is it possible for us normal people to live miserably in such a hellhole for so long? Think about it, it is nowhere but a place of unfathomable darkness underground! And only dead people live underground, sh*t, what a mess!”

Although there was no one else here, he was indeed quite a bit abnormal since he dared to complain all these to an ‘invader’ as for this place.

But since he was so out of touch, Wu Dahu naturally had no need to worry about anything and asked directly, “Since you’re not used to living here, why don’t you go out? Does the Saint Son not allow you to?”

The man’s eyes flashed with gloom when he heard the word “Saint Son”, while the dispirit on his face grew deeper as he reached out and pushed the firewood, sighing, “I’ve lived here for so long, I was already used to it even if I’m not willing to, I have been so out of the civilization now, so it would be useful to get out of here anyway, I cannot live longer after all.”

Wu Dahu was a bit confused towards the mans statement and could only follow his logic and echoed, “It’s good to get used to it, I just arrived here, everything here is kind of strange and muffled for me anyway.”

The man laughed in a low voice and said quietly, “Don’t worry, although it’s underground, it’s not completely sealed, it’s not so muffled that will smother you, that’s too much for that.”

Upon hearing that, Wu Dahu suddenly got inspired and he tried to ask tentatively, “But from my observation, it is completely sealed here, is there any leak out there to get the fresh air in?”

“Saint Son’s room!”

The man answered honestly as if he failed to perceive Wu Dahu’s deeper intention for asking so.

It was right at that moment Muye’s white, rosy face suddenly came to mind, and Wu Dahu lifted the lid of the pot and had a look at it. The white steam burst out from the pot the next moment, blurring Wu Dahu’s face within and hiding his current expression away.

“The porridge is served now, I am going back to take care of that kid.”

At his words, the man reached out to look into the pot, and he saw that the pieces of rice were still swirling up and down in the boiling water, and then he said with little appetite, “It’s just finished boiling, you should wait for some other moments till it becomes a bit viscous.”

Wu Dahu shook his head, and then answered directly, “No need for that, that kid loves the porridge to be watery.”

He lifted the pot, nodded to the man, and turned straight around to walk outside.

The man raised his head at some point, while his muddy eyes were fixing on Wu Dahu’s back gloomily. He withdrew the dispirited expression on the face all of a sudden as if to think of something in his mind.

Wu Dahu returned to the room, and then placed the pot on the table, and dipped his fingers in water and wrote out the information he had just gathered from that man in the kitchen.

Although Yuan Wenxuan was still young, he was also a force to be reckoned with, and in this dangerous situation, it was certainly better to have an extra person to be a think-tank.

However, they failed to find the connection to connect the scattered pieces of information for the time being. Instead, they now could only silently do their own research trying their best to figure out what information was being missed by them.