The next day.
Fang Er finished breakfast with Old Sun.
Qin Qiong arrived.
Huang Sheng at the entrance led him directly into the courtyard.
The Marquis of Liaodong asked me to come, what is the matter?
Fang Er stood up and pulled a chair for Qin Qiong.
It was the True Person Sun who invited you, and he wants to examine your body.
Before Qin Qiong could ask.
Sun Simiao said.
The Marquis of Liaodong has a method of blood transfusion that can replenish your blood and qi, which is why he invited you.
Come, let this old Taoist feel your pulse first.
Upon hearing this, Qin Qiong proactively took the chair offered by Fang Er.
He sat beside Sun Simiao.
Placing his hand on the table.
Old Sun placed his right hand on Qin Qiong's pulse, and stroked his beard with his left.
After a while, he withdrew his hand.
Duke Huguo, your qi and blood are even more depleted than two years ago.
Having said that, he looked at Fang Er.
Marquis of Liaodong, what is the procedure for blood transfusion?
Fang Er scratched his head, looking a bit uneasy.
This thing, really transfusing blood, won't anything go wrong?
What if by accident one of the Door Gods is gone, can Wei Chi Jingde hold the fort alone?
Seeing Fang Er's silence and worried expression.
Qin Qiong guessed that he didn't have much confidence, let out a loud laugh, and then said heartily.
Hahahaha~!
Marquis of Liaodong, there's no need to be hesitant, just do as you please.
My body feels weaker day by day, and now I can barely lift my saber.
If it's going to drag on like this, it's better to give it a go!
Fang Er glanced at Qin Qiong’s appearance, which didn’t seem like he was faking it to comfort him.
Old Sun also nodded at Fang Er.
He could only get up, return to the room, and retrieve an IV drip from the system space.
True Person Sun, use this. Insert one end into Duke Huguo's wrist vein.
The other end is inserted into another person, of course, if the blood types are the same.
Qin Qiong heard that someone else's blood would be transfused into his own body.
He stood up from his chair.
Marquis of Liaodong, please wait a moment.
Saying that, he walked towards the main gate of Fang's residence.
In the gatehouse, Qin Qiong's attendant was chatting idly with Huang Sheng.
Qin Ba, go home and call for people!
After speaking, he turned and went back to the inner courtyard.
Qin Ba, not understanding what was happening, thought something had occurred. He quickly left Fang's residence, mounted his horse, and rushed back to Chang'an City.
Seeing Qin Qiong return again, Fang Er asked in confusion.
Duke Huguo, what is this?
Qin Qiong waved his hand.
Since it's going to be someone else's blood, let it be my brother's.
How could such a matter be handled by others?
I've already sent my attendant back to call for people, please have the Marquis of Liaodong and True Person Sun wait a moment.
Sun Simiao nodded.
It doesn't matter whose blood it is, he just wants to know if the blood transfusion will be effective and truly improve Qin Qiong's condition.
Duke Huguo, it will take them some time to arrive.
Please provide some blood first, so this old Taoist can check the blood type.
Qin Qiong readily agreed, took out a dagger from his waist, and pricked his finger.
Sun Simiao took a clean glass slide and collected a drop of blood from Qin Qiong's finger.
Then he placed it under the microscope for observation.
After a while, he found Fang Er and asked for paper and a pen.
Fang Er directly sharpened a new pencil and handed it to him along with the paper.
Sun Simiao looked at the pencil with curiosity and glanced at Fang Er.
Fang Er smiled.
This is a pencil that this young man just made. It's more convenient for writing than a brush.
After speaking, he took the pencil himself and demonstrated by writing a few characters.
Sun Simiao took the pencil and tried writing a few strokes.
Then he nodded: This pencil is good, I’ll get some of these later.
After speaking, he continued to observe the blood.
As he watched, he drew the image he saw under the microscope on the paper.
Countless small spherical balls.
In the center was something resembling a yolk.
Clearly distinct.
An hour later.
Qin Ba returned with dozens of people, carrying weapons.
Master, the people are here, who should we cut?
Qin Qiong's forehead broke out in black lines.
Cut your grandpa!
Put away your weapons, lest you injure someone.
I called you here to transfuse blood for me.
Only then did Qin Ba understand that he had misunderstood.
He quickly had his men put away their weapons and pile them in the corner by the courtyard entrance.
Sun Simiao looked at them and said.
One by one, prick your fingers, and let this old Taoist first see if your blood can be used.
These sturdy men knew that their blood was to be used to save Qin Qiong's life.
They were all extremely excited.
Fearing they would be placed last.
They all rushed to the courtyard entrance, picked up the weapons on the ground, cut their fingers, and then presented themselves to Sun Simiao.
True Person, True Person, check mine first.
True Person, check mine first.
Fang Er stood up, pulled them aside, and lined them up.
Don't rush, one by one.
Sun Simiao examined them one by one, drew diagrams, and asked for the names of the blood donors, writing them on the corresponding diagrams.
It took them all morning to examine the dozens of people.
The different appearances of these people's blood under the microscope further helped Sun Simiao understand the structure of blood.
He drew three sheets of paper from the table.
The people corresponding to these three diagrams had blood that, under the microscope, appeared the same as Qin Qiong's blood.
Like eggs, with distinct yolks.
Sun Simiao took out four clean glass slides and placed them on the table.
Please, Duke Huguo, drip one drop of blood onto each of these glass slides.
Qin Qiong complied.
Then Sun Simiao looked at the three people he had chosen.
Each of you choose a glass slide, drip one drop of blood onto it, and mix it with Duke Huguo's blood.
He wanted to see the changes that occurred when blood from different people was mixed.
After the three had dripped their blood.
Sun Simiao pricked his own finger and dripped blood onto the remaining glass slide.
He had observed his own blood before, and it was different from Qin Qiong's.
The image he saw in his blood was like an egg with a shaken yolk.
Under the microscope, as the two drops of blood mixed, Sun Simiao witnessed a magical sight.
In the blood, small dots began to appear, then the dots slowly enlarged, forming clumps.
The blood mixed with Qin Qiong’s from the other three showed no such phenomenon.
At this point, Sun Simiao had gained confidence in the blood transfusion method.
He picked up the IV drip tube and looked at Qin Qiong.
Duke Huguo, forgive my rudeness.
Qin Qiong smiled slightly.
Where does True Person Sun need to insert it?
Seeing Sun Simiao's movements, Fang Er quickly stopped him.
True Person Sun, this IV drip tube needs to be sterilized to kill any tiny bugs before it can be used.
Having said that, he ran back into the house and brought back a small bottle of alcohol.
He sterilized the IV drip tube, then took out another needle, sterilized it, and attached it to the other end of the IV drip tube.
Pointing to one of the three people.
You go first.
After the man walked over, Fang Er rolled up his sleeve, sterilized his arm with alcohol, and then said to Sun Simiao.
True Person Sun, you do it. Just insert it into the large vessel on his arm.
Sun Simiao did not know what a blood vessel was.
But he knew about meridians, which in traditional Chinese medicine are channels through which blood flows.
Since it was to be a blood transfusion, it was fine to insert this hollow needle into the blood channel.