Chapter four hundred and eighty fourth blood type theory
"Get out!!!"
Two explosions in the open space almost happened at the same time! Ren Qing, who had come with murderous intent, immediately changed his attitude, turned around and left in despair...
There was no way he could ignore Xiao Han's anger, but Sun Simiao's... Ahem, give the old god some face. After all, in this world, even Li Yuan would give Sun Simiao face.
Perhaps because they jointly scolded Ren Qing and left, the originally tense atmosphere was relieved.
Sun Simiao and Xiao Han looked at each other and smiled helplessly.
After laughing, Sun Simiao suddenly asked Xiao Han: "Is there really no way to get the best of both worlds?"
Xiao Han hesitated for a moment, thinking about the large number of people who died due to blood transfusions in the early days of Western medicine. He couldn't help but shuddered and answered cautiously: "This should not happen. Because as far as I know, these things have eaten countless lives after
, it has been gradually perfected and can be used by people. Now, firstly, there is no suitable equipment, and secondly, you and I will not fill it with so many people, it is difficult, difficult, difficult!”
Xiao Han mentioned three difficulties in a row, which made Sun Simiao feel a little sad. However, thinking of the medical changes it could bring, he still gritted his teeth and asked: "Have you ever seen the perfected medical technique? What is its effect?"
"This..." When Xiao Han heard Sun Simiao ask this question, he hesitated for a moment, then nodded and replied: "I... must have seen it before! And after it was perfected, it was indeed a very commonly used treatment method."
Sun Simiao would not ask where Xiao Han had seen him or how he had seen him. After all, there were too many unreasonable things about Xiao Han. Maybe the Taoist sect was very interested in Xiao Han's past, but he only cared about the present!
With a fierce strike on his palm, Sun Simiao seemed to have made a decision, grabbed Xiao Han and said: "That's it! If it is really as you said, then no matter what, it will appear sooner or later! It is better to appear early than to appear late. As for the danger of sacrifice,
, it will happen sooner or later! Rather than letting guys like Ren Qing kill more people, it’s better for you and me to work together and maybe minimize the damage!"
Sun Simiao said so categorically that Xiao Han, who was still hesitant at first, suddenly understood!
Indeed, you must have an ostrich mentality! Some things will not happen unless you bury your head. What should happen will definitely happen!
Difficulties will always be there! But now I have strong financial and material resources!
Sun Simiao in front of him has the most superb medical skills in the world. It's really not a big deal. We need to find monkeys for experiments! Anyway, there are a lot of monkeys in the Qinling Mountains. Recently, the six men who visited the medicine fields have caught several of them. It is most dangerous to use them instead of people for experiments.
place, the guilt will be reduced a lot!
Thinking of this, there is nothing to worry about! As soon as he told Sun Simiao his thoughts, Sun Simiao immediately stroked his beard and praised him! He pulled Xiao Han up and walked towards his Taoist temple.
"Wait a minute, we haven't eaten yet!" Xiao Han tried his best to resist while holding a small tree, but Sun Simiao was so strong that he could pull even the small tree like a good bow.
"Let go! You can eat anytime. If you are really hungry, I still have dry biscuits!"
Ever since Sun Simiao heard that monkeys could be used instead of humans, the scruples in his heart disappeared immediately! At this time, when his heart was itching and unbearable, how could he allow Xiao Han to go to eat again? What if he wanted to take a nap after eating?
Is he dying?
However, it's okay that he didn't mention the dry biscuits. When he did, Xiao Han hugged the tree tighter and shouted at the top of his voice: "The dry biscuits in your house? Forget it! Those dry biscuits are harder than my teeth!"
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"Then let your cook cook some and deliver it over!" Sun Simiao didn't want to wait a minute longer.
Xiao Han hates the ancient people's practice of doing things step by step! This makes him who has been accustomed to doing things step by step since he was a child very uncomfortable.
Sun Simiao finally let go and gave Xiao Han a little time to give instructions to the fat cook. Then, before Xiao Han could finish telling the taste he wanted, he dragged him into his Taoist temple.
The big guys in the gym have been tricked by Xiao Han into going to Qinling to dig Panax notoginseng, so they seem a little lonely now.
Pushing away the table full of medicinal materials, Xiao Han, under Sun Simiao's supervision, began to write down the remaining knowledge and problems from his memory.
The charcoal pen in his hand is as easy to use as ever, and Sun Simiao now also likes to use this simple writing utensil.
But its requirements for paper are too high. Ordinary rice paper is easily torn by the pen tip. It is estimated that only Xiao Han is willing to spend a lot of money to buy so much hard paper.
The concept of blood is so complicated that Xiao Han himself barely understands it, so naturally he dare not write about it. So now he can only list the concepts and problems of blood transfusion bit by bit.
There are so many things, if I don’t list them, I really can’t imagine how complicated it would be!
Xiao Han originally just wanted to write a general outline and then argue one by one, but he didn't expect that he would write more and more details!
Later, when the fat cook brought over the roast chicken, Xiao Han was still thinking and continuing to write.
At this time, there were several pages of paper filled with words next to him.
Sun Simiao had been standing behind Xiao Han. When the fat cook came in, he just took the roast chicken and waved the fat cook away. It was hard to see Xiao Han's serious look. He didn't want anyone to disturb Xiao Han.
Finally, I don’t know if it was finally finished, or the smell of roast chicken woke Xiao Han up.
Xiao Han, who was writing quickly, suddenly threw away the charcoal in his hand, stretched out, glanced at the chicken in Sun Simiao's hand, then happily ran to the basin, washed his hands, and broke off a piece of chicken.
The chicken wings started to fight.
"Have you finished writing?" Sun Simiao put the plate on the table, picked up a piece of paper and asked Xiao Han.
Xiao Han stuffed his mouth with meat and answered vaguely: "That's all I can remember. Let's solve these things first. No one dares to say that we can find all the problems!"
Sun Simiao nodded when he heard this and began to read the paper in his hand.
The various utensils written on this page may seem strange at first glance, but if you think about it carefully, they make sense, and you have to admire the people who can invent these utensils!
With a silent sigh, Sun Simiao cleared away all the other papers on the table. Xiao Han's eating style was so bold that he was a little afraid that Xiao Han would swallow the paper as a condiment.
Xiao Han was also very hungry at this time. While chewing, he pushed the roast chicken in front of Sun Simiao.
He used to feel weird when he saw the old Taoist eating meat, but now, he has become accustomed to it. If there is any good thing, he will leave some for Sun Simiao. Of course, Sun Simiao will not refuse anything unless it is too weird.
Seeing Xiao Han dividing the meat, Sun Simiao shook his head slightly to express that he was not hungry.
Then while looking through the various questions written by Xiao Han, he asked with some surprise: "You said that there are generally four types of human blood? There are actually different blood types between father and son, mother and son?"
"Well... now there are not four types, there should be only three!"
Xiao Han was chewing chicken bones when he suddenly remembered that we were in the Tang Dynasty! The AB blood type, which is the result of the fusion of Mongolians and Caucasians, has not yet appeared, which means that there are only three types of blood, including the universal blood type O.
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This was great news. Xiao Han immediately put down his bones and explained to Sun Simiao with great interest: "A person's blood type is indeed inherited from his parents, but because the parents' blood types are different, children may inherit their father's or their mother's.
It's nonsense to use blood type to identify relatives! It's like identifying relatives with a drop of blood. It really has no basis."
