Farmer’s Blessed Girl

Man Bao fell silent, and the old lady looked at Zheng Taiyi with sincere eyes.

Imperial Physician Zheng coughed lightly, and explained softly: "Some books have recorded the blood transfusion, but whether it is the blood transfusion person or the blood donor, the number of deaths in the end is quite large, so..."

Man Bao saw that everyone's faces had changed, and immediately explained: "That's because those people don't have blood types, and how can they collect blood from one person? There are so many people in the world, and there are only a few blood types when they come and go. Just a few people."

"How does Little Doctor Zhou know that there are only several types of blood in the world? Isn't all blood the same? How do you divide it?"

"Is this the time to discuss this? Isn't it about blood transfusions?"

Man Bao finally thought of the words to explain, turned to the old lady and said: "The reason why you don't use the blood of your loved ones is because of the blood."

Man Bao raised his sleeve to show the old lady the blood on it, and said: "Do you know that there are many things in blood, as you said, the blood of close relatives blends together, which means that there are many things in the blood Something similar isn't it?"

The old lady nodded blankly, she understood this.

"These things are both good and bad. The bad one is the source of the disease. Once it enters the body, it may combine with the source of the disease in his original body, or attack the host of the blood transfusion alone. This kind of disease is very urgent. , so it is often impossible to save them.”

The old lady pondered for a while, some understood, but some did not understand.

The prince on the side asked, "The blood of the closest relatives has such a disease, does the blood of other people not have it?"

"Yes," Man Bao stroked his palms and said, "That's why we don't lose the blood of our close relatives. Think about it, the blood of your close relatives is so similar to your own, so naturally the source of the disease is also similar. After entering the door of your own house, if you see that it is your brother, then turn around and leave the body alone, letting go of the source of the disease."

"But if a stranger's blood enters your body, it's like a stranger entering your own door. You will look at it and be on guard. Once you find the source of the disease, a barrier will be raised in your body to kill the source of the disease, and then you can only absorb it. That part." Man Bao finally explained clearly, and said with a long breath: "That's what happened, so you take a look, pull some people to draw blood for me, I will see whose blood type first Appropriate, draw someone's blood in a short while, not the blood of the closest relatives."

Man Bao's metaphor is easy to understand, and the old lady and the beautiful woman beside her also understand it.

So the two looked at the servants at home together.

The prince thought thoughtfully, "Understood, it's better for this stranger to have an enmity with Saburo, so that he can discover the source of the disease in the blood faster, hasn't Du Yu invited him yet?"

Man Bao: "...His Royal Highness, you may have misunderstood me. The body can only distinguish the source of disease in blood, but not the face of a person."

But the prince glanced at her and said: "I don't think so, everyone's blood is different, and his appearance must be imprinted in the blood."

While talking, the imperial guards brought a person in. He was not restrained, but they flanked this person from front to back, left, and right, with an ugly expression on his face.

A person hurriedly followed behind him. As soon as the person came in, he trotted forward, saluted the prince from a distance, and then bowed to the old lady with an apologetic expression on his face, "Old lady, I am really ashamed, Du Shu is ashamed Now see the old lady and younger siblings."

The old lady pressed the corners of her eyes and said: "This matter has nothing to do with Da Lang. I am old and I can't control these things. I only want the child to be safe and healthy."

Du Shu immediately asked: "I don't know what happened to Sanlang, him, if something happens to him, I will beat him to death and let Sanlang pay for his life."

These words are just nice to say, Du Yu is his own younger brother, how could he be willing?

The old lady sat on the stool wiping her tears and didn't speak.

The prince said coldly: "It's good that Du Dalang has such a heart. It just so happens that he is lying on the bed with a lot of blood loss and needs a blood transfusion. Just now the doctor said that the blood of the closest relatives cannot be transfused. There are many vulgar people in this house." , How can their blood be matched with San Lang's blood? So Gu Te asked Du Erlang to try it."

Du Shu was stunned, and asked, "Blood transfusion? Isn't this a witch doctor's method? Your Highness, is this feasible?"

Du Yu snorted coldly and said: "Your Highness wants to take my life and just say so, why make such an excuse? Who doesn't know that blood transfusion is a quack method?"

Man Bao had been standing quietly listening, but couldn't bear it anymore, she raised her head and gave Du Yu a look, saying who is a quack doctor, you are a quack doctor.

Man Bao directly opened the box, took out a white container from it, and then took a short needle and stepped forward, ignoring the prince who was still arguing with Du Yu, directly took Du Yu's hand and quickly touched it under his fingers. Pointed a bit.

Du Yu stretched out his hand and was about to shake off Man Bao's hand, the prince shouted: "Hold him!"

The forbidden army immediately pressed Du Yu from left to right.

Du Yu struggled, "Let me go!"

Du Shu couldn't help but took two steps forward and shouted, "Your Highness!"

The prince's face sank like water.

Du Shu then turned to look at Mrs. Su, who covered her face with a handkerchief, and seemed to be crying sadly.

Man Bao had already taken a drop of blood from his fingertips, and threw it away without bandaging him, she said: "What are you afraid of, just take a drop of blood, and I'm not a quack doctor!"

Man Bao transferred a small container to Imperial Physician Zheng, "Go and get some blood from the patient, and ask for fresh ones."

After all, he handed him a new short needle.

Bai Shan finally saw the short needle clearly at this moment, he felt that these things were very familiar, and when he saw them, his fingertips were still faintly painful.

He looked at Man Bao in shock.

Man Bao was putting things out constantly, and when he turned to meet his gaze, he lowered his head a little guilty.

Doctor Zheng quickly took out the blood. Man Bao first identified the patient's blood type, and when he saw that it was one, he put a label on him, and then tried Du Yu's, and found that it was also one.

She was immediately happy, and looked happily at Du Yu, who was still being detained, "This must be a special fate. Your blood types are the same, so you can lose."

Du Yu's eyes widened, and he shouted: "How dare you say that you are not a quack doctor? How could my blood be the same as Su Jian's? I'm not his blood relative."

While taking out the packaged things in the box, Man Bao said happily: "Who said that only the blood of blood relatives is the same? There are several types of blood in this world. Think about how many people there are in this world."

Du Shu didn't really want his brother's blood to be drawn, so he turned his head and asked, "If you say that, don't you mean that the blood of many people in the world are mixed together?"

"good."

"Then how do you recognize your relatives with blood?"

Man Bao said: "You still believe this, tell me earlier, it's very simple, come here, get a basin of water."