In an attempt to show off his own skill on surgery, and to reunite with his baby Little Shitou sooner, Song Qinghan dedicated himself to working hard on treating those people. He did not even want to talk any nonsense at all. Those barbarians had almost been paralyzed without ability to move anyway, so he did not even have to be bothered by their tossing.

Behind him was the doctor who assisted him yesterday. After witnessing Song Qinghan’s remarkable surgical skills, he finally couldn’t help but ask during Song Qinghan’s break, “Your Excellency, is that a skill handed down from your ancestors?”

Song Qinghan paused, looked at the scalpel which was reflecting silver light on his hand and he answered honestly, “No, it’s the common achievement by many people, well, I contributed little.”

Since this was a barbarian territory, he didn’t need to worry about people investigating his background, because even if they did, they wouldn’t find anything suspicious.

The man came to nod thoughtfully after Song Qinghan’s statement, and then he continued to ask, “Then… Your Excellency, do you, do you accept disciple?”

Song Qinghan didn’t mind having another disciple at all, but he minded giving away his only slight advantage right now, so he only said, “Learn as much as you can when I am implementing, it’s useless to talk about this stuff too much unless you get your hands on it yourself.”

Catching the slight ‘reluctance’ in Song Qinghan’s tone, the man came to realize that what he just asked seemed to be quite inappropriate right now, so he pursed his lips and shut his mouth.

Just as Song Qinghan finally got to the last operation, the curtain of the tent was suddenly lifted by someone outside. Frowning, he uttered in a cold voice, “Didn’t I tell you guys not let others come in without…”

At the sight of Mork appearing with Little Shitou in his arms, Song Qinghan paused, lowered his head and continued the action in his hands, asking in a deep voice, “What brings you here?”

Song Qinghan was so careful doing his own stuff that Mork didn’t dare to bother. But even though he thought he shouldn’t, he still had to expose the truth, “Your son might be over-startled, and now he seems to faint in coma. I think it’s better to let you know first, so that’s way I am here.”

After the shocking news came to blow in Song Qinghan’s ears, it could be seen that Song Qinghan’s pair of pupils shrank abruptly and that he almost immediately rose from the seat to see his son, but when he saw the seriously injured man in front of him, he finally gritted his teeth and held back, tilting his head to motion the man behind him, “Go and take my son’s pulse and see what condition it is right now, and tell me everything about it, I will go check later.”

The man was quick to respond as he nodded violently as if he finally found his value again. He approached to Mork and paid salute, and then reached out to grab Little Shitou’s wrist and started examining his pulse meticulously.

Moke seemed to be confused by Song Qinghan’s action of not rushing to see his own son, but when he once again took a glance at Song Qinghan, the one who was completely absorbed in processing the operation, he seemed to finally realize something in his mind.

He who was that generous to treat his own son’s life as equal as the others’ was kind of rare in this world. Such a sacrifice should be highly praised.

Just as Song Qinghan finally finished his work, the man who took the pulse finally opened his mouth.

“The pulse is weak and floating, the spleen and stomach are damaged, it seems that he has just been in quite a shock, he needs to recuperate well for a while.”

Song Qinghan wiped his hands clean and walked forward to carry Little Shitou in his arms. He felt so guilty when he saw the pale face of Little Shitou.

Wu Dahu’s injury hadn’t been fully healed yet, and now Little Shitou lost his consciousness. Facing what was happening, he almost doubted that this year was the one of his birth sign (when the current year is one’s zodiac sign year, it is, in Chinese culture, the unlucky year of his and he needs to wear red undies to avoid bad luck). But even if it was the year of his birth sign, he should be the one who fell on evil days, but not the others around him.

“Got a kitchen here? I want to make something for him.”

Mork was just staring at Song Qinghan in fascination. And it was not until Song Qinghan sounded did he finally come back to his senses, and he nodded, answering, “Yes, yes we do have. Just make yourself at home.”

At the moment Song Qinghan was about to move forward, he paused, and then uttered abruptly, “I wonder if I can request to stand in the same room with Wu Dahu and Little Shitou? Otherwise it will be a painstaking job for me to here and there since I have to take care of both sides.”

Hearing that, Mork sank into a hesitation. But at the moment he glanced again at Song Qinghan and noticed the extreme calmness on his face, he subconsciously answered, “Alright, but three days allowed.”

Three days was enough to stabilize Wu Dahu’s condition, and as for Little Shitou, everything would be better and better if he was able to come back to his senses. After all, being under the condition of over-shock required the peaceful rest the most, and it was not that kind of matter to urgent.

After Song Qinghan received a satisfactory answer, he tightened his grip on Little Shitou and stepped out of the tent.

Just as he was about to reach the kitchen, something seemed to have suddenly occurred to him in his mind and he came to ask the man who led the way, “Do you know how my son got startled?”

It seemed that the man had not expected Song Qinghan to speak to him of his own accord, so his body visibly trembled when he heard Song Qinghan’s voice.

When he finally understood what Song Qinghan asked, he seemed to become rather uneasy with his face full of embarrassment. He stammered and murmured but anxiety failed him to say something logical.

Since both Utan and Mork were involved in this accident, he, as the lowliest subordinate, would never dare to discuss about them behind their backs.

Song Qinghan seemed to have found something unseen from the man’s unease and anxiety, he squinted his eyes and asked, “Was it a man-made accident?”

The man kept his silence, and Song Qinghan regarded it as a tacit acknowledgement. So he attempted to guess every possibility.

What he asked the man to do was to take Little Shitou for a few rides, and it was quite a normal phenomenon if a ordinary child was scared or startled at his first ride on the horse. But he was confident that Little Shitou was much braver than he could imagine since Susan took him to play around the Qingmu army stable everyday previously, so he would never believe that Little Shitou was scared by the causal riding.

Could it be Moke? Maybe this Mork guy noticed the presence of Little Shitou and he required to take the child for a ride on a whim?

Thinking of this, he suddenly asked, “Does your master love to gallop? Is he good in horsemanship and good at making various stunners?”

The man was utterly confused walking abreast, while his eyes were blinking with bewilderment as if he had no idea why Song Qinghan would ask so.

But since it was not a question forbidden, he quickly responded.

“Though our Master got a profound horsemanship himself, he hates to make various showy movements on horse. In this case, Infanta Utan takes the initiative to be on behalf of Master to attend the annual Horse-racing Feast.”

Utan? Song Qinghan paused for a brief moment at the moment he caught the key word in the man’s statement, and then he came to sneer slightly, and mumbled, “Well, it turns out he is…”

Everything would make sense if Utan was the main character of the whole story.

But why was Mork the one who came over to find him and even permitted all the inappropriate requests he had just made? Probably it was because that Mork knew he himself should compensate something since everything was made by his side.

However, there was still nothing he could do to vent his wrath over this affair. Even though he now knew that everything was done by Utan, he would never receive the apology from Utan because he was currently nestling under the other’s roof.

Song Qinghan’s eyes got dimmer as he gently stroked the back of Little Shitou’s head, took the kitchen utensils and silently helped him cook a tonic for quenching his shock.

As soon as he finished cooking and brought Little Shitou into Wu Dahu’s tent, Little Shitou opened his eyes abruptly and, upon seeing Song Qinghan’s face, he burst out into tears, struggling to nestle into Song Qinghan’s chest while crying intermittently, “Femi Daddy! Femi Daddy! Scare! He bad!”