The first lunatic of the Tang Dynasty

Chapter 110 Sun Simiao
Chapter 114

The old doctor's surprised expression immediately amused everyone.

Fang Ce didn't say much, but told the old doctor that this was his biological daughter who had just been found.

Then the old doctor nodded and gave the Tao in his hand to Wu Ling.

Without hesitation, Wu Ling took the dagger and tapped it on his wrist.

The blood flowed out desperately.

Pour the blood into the top funnel, and then wait for the blood to flow down a tube made of unknown material. When the blood flows out of the needle, the old doctor has quick eyes and hands, and inserts the needle in an instant. In Ma Zhou's body.

Things went well. After Wu Ling had donated a lot of blood, Fang Ce grabbed Wu Ling's wrist with a pale hand, and then pulled a piece of cloth to bandage her wound.

"Old man, take a pulse and see how she is doing?"

"Don't look at it, it's not a big problem."

The old doctor just glanced at it, then shook his head: "The old man is watching from the side, there will be no problem, you can rest assured."

"It's just that this method of blood transfusion is considered a sorcery, so please don't spread it to the general public."

"Sorcerer? The old man is too worried."

Fang Ce shook his head, and then said solemnly: "There is no difference between good and evil, as long as it can save people, it is a good thing."

"Old man, do you think what I say makes sense?"

The old doctor looked at Fang Ce, thought for a moment, and then nodded: "That's right, you are right. There is no right or wrong method, only people's hearts are good and evil. After I left just now, you said to prepare, It can improve the success rate of the operation, I don’t know what it means?”

"The old man is interested in this?"

Fang Ce looked at the old gentleman in front of him, and then smiled.

"The old man is indeed a little interested. I don't know if the general may be rumored?"

"Why not?"

Fang Ce laughed: "If this method can be used well, how many people can I, a soldier of the Tang Dynasty, save? I also hope that the old man will spread this method."

"Why doesn't the general come by himself?"

At this time, the old doctor became a little curious. If this method of blood transfusion can be turned into a method of curing diseases and saving lives, it would be an opportunity to pass on the name through the ages.

Someone would waste this opportunity and give it to a stranger who has never met before?

"The master said that this method of blood transfusion is a sorcery, and Fang is not from Xinglin. If he tells this method, how should the people of the world treat it?"

Now the old doctor has nothing to say.

"If the old man's character is not good, what should I do?"

"Hahaha."

Fang Ce laughed, and then said: "Old man, what are you trying to hide? I have already confirmed your identity based on the injection you just gave. If you can't even trust you, then who else in this world trustworthy?"

"The general recognizes me?"

The old doctor was obviously taken aback, looked at Fang Ce and asked, "Then why don't you guess who this old man is?"

Fang Ce shook his head, and then said, "Your surname is Sun."

"Hahaha!"

The old doctor laughed, and then said: "Young man is really good, Fang Xuanling has you as a nephew, it's really good."

Sun Simiao stroked his beard, and said, "Ah Ce, do you know that you were delivered by this old man?"

"..."

Fang Ce was stunned, is this really true?
Although you are a doctor, isn't it generally done by Wen Po to deliver babies?

Could it be that Sun Simiao is still a master of gynecology?
"When I was traveling in the clouds, I met a family who was having a funeral. It is said that a pregnant woman with dystocia died and was carrying a coffin for burial. After observing for a while, I concluded that the pregnant woman was still alive, so I stopped the coffin, persuaded her family, gave birth to a baby boy after the last injection, and the pregnant woman woke up, but then the pregnant woman... oh , if the old man had been earlier, she would not have lost too much blood..."

"..."

Fang Ce was silent, the baby boy should be him, otherwise Sun Simiao would not have said this at this time.

Did my own mother die because of excessive blood loss?

To be honest, Fang Ce really didn't know, neither Li Shimin nor Fang Xuanling said anything about it.

Li Shimin just told himself that he has the blood of the Dugu family.

The others didn't say much.

"Daozhang Sun, I owe you two lives."

Fang Ce clasped his fists to Sun Simiao seriously, and said, "I will give you the method of blood transfusion today!"

Fang Ce was not a mother-in-law, so he found a pen and ink, took out a piece of paper, opened the golden finger, wrote how to compare blood types, and finally wrote a method for alcohol purification.

After all, Sun Simiao's set of tools should not be disposable.

After finishing writing, Fang Ce handed the paper to Sun Simiao.

Sun Simiao looked at it carefully, stroking his beard while watching, his eyes were a little solemn, at the end, Sun Simiao sighed: "So that's how it is!"

"I didn't expect that our bodies are different, and the types of blood are divided into four types: heaven, earth, black and yellow, each of which is mutually exclusive!"

Naturally, it was impossible for Fang Ce to talk about type A blood and type B blood with Sun Simiao.

Ancient people were not familiar with this thing. Although Fang Ce intends to promote pinyin, it has not been popularized yet, so he can only use Tiandi Xuanhuang instead.

"Sun Daochang, these are just the four common types. In fact, there are many different breeds. Now I seriously doubt that this Ma Zhou is the uncommon one. Do you know? I have searched for more than 100 people here, but I have not found one. matched him."

Fang Ce sighed, and then said, "Fortunately, his daughter appeared. The daughter inherited the blood of her parents, so there is a high possibility that her blood will be the same as Ma Zhou's."

"Don't you have a comparison?"

"No! More than 100 people have already put Ma Zhou's blood to the limit, and they can't be released anymore. If he is released again, he will be bled to death directly."

"So at this time?"

Sun Simiao pointed to Ma Zhou who was lying there, a little confused.

"Life or death depends on his fate."

"..."

After working for a long time, this is what you prepared?

Sun Simiao was speechless.

Originally, I vowed to prepare, but in the end I still used the method of chance.

Although this is a bit of luck, the risk is also too great.

Either live or die.

Sun Simiao felt a little sympathetic to Ma Zhou.

"Daozhang Sun, I'm [-]% sure!"

Fang Ce suddenly said that he was [-]% sure.

Sun Simiao looked at Fang Ce in surprise, and said, "Isn't this [-]-[-]?"

"I'm sure! September [-]st!"

What is the grasp of the housing policy?
Fang Ce couldn't say it clearly, and he couldn't tell Sun Simiao that although Ma Zhou in history was short-lived, he didn't have such a short life, right?

　I will start from tomorrow. If I am stuck, I will write slowly. If I am not stuck, I will post as much as I write. Come on!I hope those who support me will always be happy and happy.Those who don’t support me, please don’t talk, after all, I don’t want to argue too much with you, because I never want to talk nonsense to people who don’t like my novels.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)