Chen Xuan's perspective pupils can clearly see the patient's body, and the virus changes due to fresh blood.
The blood of the young man is stronger than the activity of the child and the elderly.
The virus in the patient seems to be longing for these active blood, combined with it, and gradually dissolved by active blood.
Of course, this is a very slow process.
But it is enough to prove that human blood really plays a role in plague.
As for how strong the specific role is, Chen Xuan cannot be completely seen for the time being, and must be observed in the future.
Generally, the blood of people who drink people, as long as the amount is not very large, is not harmful to the body, but there is no benefit.
When Chen Xuan saw the patient drinking blood, his condition did not deteriorate, so he took a little bit.
"Chen Shenyi, you see, let's drink human blood to cure the disease. Let Lu Zhiyong return the blood bag to us!" When a villager saw Chen Xuan arrived, he said.
Chen Xuan thought about it and responded: "Through my preliminary observation, human blood really has a certain effect on the plague virus, but it is not enough to eradicate the plague, so you can not blindly drink human blood.
The human body is also harmful. "
"Chen Xuan, this is our own decision and the will of the gods. As long as you continue to drink human blood, you will be able to heal. You have no power to stop us!" Grandpa was cold with a tone of a thousand miles away.
"The will of the gods is just superstition. You better stop taking blood to drink blood tonight, and wait until I get the results of the study." Chen Xuan reminded solemnly.
From his own perspective, since the old man in the village is very bad, he is too lazy to care about the death of so many people.
But as a doctor, Chen Xuan still wants to solve the plague from the original heart.
Grandpa listened to Chen Xuan and said so angry: "Don't blame the gods! If I say that you are also superstitious in Chinese medicine, will you be happy?"
"I just remind everyone that if you have to continue drinking human blood without determining the side effects, it is your own business." Chen Xuan said, looking at the first patient who drinks human blood,
"I need you to cooperate and let me observe the condition."
The patient hesitated and found that Gong was staring at him, so he dared not agree to Chen Xuan.
But there are not very afraid of Grandpa among these villagers. One of the middle -aged people stood up: "Chen Shenyi, I can drink blood for you to observe the condition, as long as you guarantee that I can heal."
"Yes." Chen Xuan nodded, let the middle -aged man come over, and then took him back to the Bai's Ancestral Hall.
This night, many sick villagers drank blood and prayed that they could heal after dawn.
In addition to studying the role of human blood on the plague, Chen Xuan also asked Lu Zhiyong to investigate the Grandpa.
See if he really gets the gods of the gods, instead of someone secretly spreads the news of drinking human blood and cure.
Because Sun Tong was not able to stop the live broadcast in time during the day, causing a patient to die, Lu Zhiyong has always been guilty.
He thought that if he notified Chen Xuan earlier, the patient might not die.
Therefore, with guilt, Lu Zhiyong wanted to perform even more and worry about Chen Xuan.
At 11 o'clock in the middle of the night, Lu Zhiyong came out of the rest room and was going to investigate the old man in the village.
Xu Linghe originally wanted to go with Lu Zhiyong, but Lu Zhiyong rejected it because it was more convenient to act alone.
And Xu Linghe is not a detective professionals. When you go, you may hit the grass.
When I came to the door of Grandpa's house in the village, Lu Zhiyong found that he was still brightly lit. The family was chatting in the living room.
Now the construction of new rural areas is gradually improved. Every family has a small building, and the three -story house of Grandpa. Lu Zhiyong observed the small building, touched the window behind, and saw what this family was saying.
Just listening to one of the women said: "Grandpa, the fairy we worship is really spiritual. I think those people must have the magic power of the fairy in the blood, and the sickness is almost good."
"It's not good yet, you have to take a look tomorrow. If the patients in the village have not recovered, I have to go out to find some young guys to donate blood tomorrow." Although Grandpa is very superstitious about the gods, this sentence is still conservative.
He can see that although human blood is useful, it cannot instantly cure so many patients.
"By the way, isn't Lao Liu head just returned to the village today? He estimates that he will go out tomorrow, you can let him go outside to recruit some guys." The woman said again.
Grandpa listened to his daughter -in -law mentioned "Lao Liu Head", and his face changed slightly.
He looked like he stopped, and finally couldn't help but lowered his voice after a few seconds: "I tell you one thing, you can never say it. In fact, drinking human blood can cure diseases
Tell me, isn't the old father who stayed in the village in the village?
"I said it is no wonder that God is obvious. It turned out to be Lao Liu head worshiped. Over the years, Lao Liu's head worshiped God's most spiritual. I heard that he did business outside, and he had done it in Southeast Asia." Women
Having said that, his tone has become envious.
Grandpa reminded another sentence: "You must not say, Lao Liu's head said that heaven cannot be leaked, he can tell me because I have a portion in the village."
"knew."
Lu Zhiyong heard this and was interested in the old Liu head.
However, he still decided to continue to listen, what else can this family say.
After listening to it for a while, Grandpa and his children and grandchildren talked about some irrelevant trivial matters.
At 11:30 at night, Grandpa went upstairs to sleep.
Seeing that Lu Zhiyong couldn't hear any clues, he returned to the Bai's Ancestral Hall and asked Bai Chun Lao Liu Tou's home.
After Bai Chun said, Lu Zhiyong noticed that Xu Linghe was not in the ancestral hall, and asked, "What about Xu Linghe?"
"Mr. Xu said he went to the toilet and was ready to rest in the car."
"oh."
Lu Zhiyong left a heart, and went to Xu Linghe to see that Xu Linghe hadn't returned to sleep yet.
"Mr. Xu, take the toilet for so long?"
"No matter what, the most important thing is the old Liu head."
Lu Zhiyong kept cautiously and doubt about anyone. He always felt that Xu Linghe was too enthusiastic.
But I have never found any big doubts about Xu Linghe.
Therefore, it can only be temporarily suppressed and touched Lao Liu's house.
On the night in the countryside, the bugs were crying, and it sounded very pleasant.
This made Lu Zhiyong miss the time of his hometown.
However, he soon lost his mind, because when he arrived at the old Liu family, he saw a thin middle -aged man wearing an old suit, about 1.6 meters, and walked out of the house and walked straight outside the village.