Sun Simiao grabbed the man's arm and expertly inserted a needle.
Instantly, blood flowed through the IV tube.
Once the blood filled the tube and was about to emerge from the other needle,
Sun Simiao, following the same procedure, inserted another needle into Qin Qiong's arm.
Seeing that it was done,
Fang Er said to the servant from the Qin family who was donating blood,
"You, stand on the table."
The man was a little confused. Was it appropriate to stand on a table in front of his own lord?
Fang Er explained.
"Only if you stand higher, higher than Duke Hu's position, will the water flow downhill, and your blood can flow into his body through the tube.
Otherwise, it's not certain who is donating to whom."
Upon hearing this, the man quickly jumped onto the table.
Still not reassured, he asked others to hand him a chair.
Sun Simiao placed his fingers on the pulse point of Qin Qiong's other wrist.
Feeling the pulse within the blood vessels,
His eyes lit up.
"Here it comes!"
Fang Er, standing nearby, almost prostrated himself before Old Sun upon hearing this.
"He can feel the blood transfusion just by taking a pulse?
Is traditional Chinese medicine that amazing?
I wonder if I'll have a chance to learn it?"
After checking Qin Qiong's pulse, Sun Simiao also climbed onto the table.
Standing there, he held the man's wrist and felt it.
After about three to five minutes,
Sun Simiao said to those below,
"Change people!"
The man was still a bit reluctant.
"Great Doctor Sun, I'm still alright, let me donate a bit longer."
Sun Simiao shook his head.
"Donating any longer will harm your vital energy."
One person came forward from the remaining two.
He climbed onto the table.
Sun Simiao's movements were swift. The moment he pulled the needle from the previous man's arm, he inserted it into the second man's arm.
Fang Er exclaimed in his mind, "Holy cow!"
"Damn it.
When I went to the hospital in my previous life,
I encountered an unreliable nurse.
She poked me more than ten times, leaving my hands full of needle marks before finally managing to insert the needle into my vein.
This Old Sun is amazing!"
In less than the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, all three men had donated blood once.
Qin Qiong's complexion, visible to the naked eye, was different from before.
His pale face now had a hint of a flush.
After collecting the IV tubes,
Old Sun checked Qin Qiong's pulse again and nodded.
"It seems this method is viable.
His qi and blood are indeed more abundant than before.
However, one transfusion is not enough.
After your body fully circulates the blood infused this time, we will proceed with the next transfusion.
Based on this old Taoist's judgment, three more times will be enough to restore Duke Hu's body to its usual state.
Afterward, two transfusions per year will ensure your well-being."
Fang Er said from the side,
"Since that is the case, I invite Duke Hu to stay with me for a period of time.
And these three men as well."
Qin Qiong nodded.
Sun Simiao picked up a pencil and quickly scribbled a prescription, handing it to Qin Ba.
"This prescription is for these three to replenish their qi and blood.
Please prepare the medicine and send it over."
Qin Ba nodded, took the prescription, bowed to Qin Qiong, and said,
"My lord, I will take my brothers back first."
Qin Qiong waved his hand, "Go."
After Qin Ba and his men left, Sun Simiao took Qin Qiong and the three Qin family servants who had donated blood to the side courtyard.
As soon as they left, Fang Er, who had just sat down in the courtyard, received a report from Sima Yi that the cloth merchants had arrived.
"Take them to the front hall, I'll be right there.
The inner courtyard is for entertaining close friends.
It is better to meet outsiders in the front hall."
Fang Er tidied his clothes, returned to his room, grabbed the military uniform made by Wang Erniang, and headed to the front hall.
In the front hall, six merchants, portly with large ears, were already seated.
Each had servants standing behind them.
Sima Yi followed Fang Er into the front hall and introduced them,
"This is my Marquis!"
The six merchants immediately rose and bowed to Fang Er.
"Greetings, Marquis."
Fang Er nodded, walked to the main seat, and sat down.
He looked at them and said,
"I prefer to get straight to the point.
I've called you here because of the fabric business.
The Emperor is forming the Yang Wei Army and requires fifty thousand sets of military uniforms.
We need fine linen. This is a sample garment, please take a look.
Calculate how much fabric is needed. We will provide you with paper and pens later, and you can write down your quotations.
After saying that, he pointed to the military uniform on the table.
Sima Yi picked up the military uniform, handed it to the merchants, and then went out to prepare paper and pens.
These men had no opinion on the style of the clothing.
They were merely estimating in their minds how much fabric one such garment would require.
Fifty thousand sets of military uniforms – this was a huge order.
If they secured it, it would be equivalent to a year's business.
After a while, Sima Yi returned with paper and pencils.
The production of pencils had no technical difficulty, and coupled with Fang Er's clear instructions, once Niu Liang accepted the task, the craftsmen in the carpentry workshop quickly got to work and produced them.
In just one day, a box containing over a hundred pencils had already been delivered.
Merchants' senses of smell were always exceptionally sharp.
These unique pencils caught their eyes.
They instantly felt that this was a business opportunity.
A unique business opportunity.
The wonders of Fang Family Village had long been spread among the merchant circles.
The workshops in Fang Family Village could always produce special items, and anyone who connected with them made substantial profits.
The merchant sitting to Fang Er's lower right stood up, bowed to Fang Er, and said,
"Marquis, this humble one is Liu Ji. May I ask if this is a new product from your workshop?"
Fang Er nodded.
Liu Ji continued,
"Does the Marquis plan to sell this type of pen?"
Fang Er shook his head and pointed to the military uniform in his hand.
"Let's talk about the fabric first.
You've all seen the uniforms.
You are experts, so you should have an idea of how much fabric one set of clothing requires.
Fifty thousand sets of uniforms, half summer wear and half winter wear.
The style for winter wear has not yet been decided, so today we will only discuss summer wear.
I will give you the time it takes for an incense stick to burn.
Write down your acceptable prices on the paper, sign your names, and submit them."
After speaking, Fang Er took out a Hongqi Canal cigarette and lit it.
He puffed away.
The six merchants were somewhat disappointed.
They had traveled a long distance only to be thrown a piece of clothing.
Then, asked for quotations.
This efficient way of doing business was really a bit unaccustomed.
However, thinking about the subsequent twenty-five thousand sets of winter uniforms, and the sharpened pencils in their hands,
Each of them seemed to have made up their minds.
Unaccustomed, they picked up the pencils and began to write on the paper.
Before even the time it takes to drink a cup of tea,
Six folded strips of paper were presented to Fang Er.