Chapter 1132
Words:1053Update:22/07/18 19:11:24
A blood test could be said to be simple, but it could also be said to be difficult. In the future, a blood test was the simplest thing to do. It only needed a piece of test paper, a straw, and a needle to solve the problem.
But where was this?
This was the Tang Dynasty!
Everything had to be made by himself. Just now, he was talking to Sun Simiao about this. The glass was easy to make.
Zhang Feng took off the sunglasses he carried with him, but the remaining things were difficult. Zhang Feng thought for a long time before he finally found something that could be used for the blood type test. Zhang Feng did not have time to think about these things at this time. He picked up a sterilized dagger and cut the fingers of the Turks one by one. He squeezed out a drop of blood and dripped it on the self-made test paper.
Then, he put it on a large copper tray. Under the tray was a tray of warm water. At this time, the wet paper on the snow was rippling with the water. Zhang Feng's eyes were fixed on the test paper. The mark was very simple. It was five red lines, but they were arranged horizontally in an order.
It took Zhang Feng a lot of effort to remember the sequence. He didn't know whether or not he had used a red card. He could only pray to the heavens in his heart. But fortunately, Liu Jianhu was a blood player. It wasn't a lot of facts. He just needed to prepare the blood needed for the surgery. As for what happened after, this kid's body was strong and should be able to survive. After all, this was all he could do. He was a little doubtful and missed the medical equipment of the future.
If he had a set of equipment in the Tang Dynasty, or if he could activate his golden finger, how good would it be!
If he encountered such a thing again, he would not have to worry so much …
But it was useless to think too much. The most important thing at this time was to quickly think of a way to solve the blood problem. After testing three people in a row and still failing, Zhang Feng could not help but feel a little discouraged and anxious.
Suddenly, Zhang Feng seemed to have thought of something.
In ancient times, there was no scientific basis for the blood test. However, it seemed to have seen a video explanation on Bilibili. Although there was no scientific basis for this method, it could still test the simplest kind of matching or similar blood type experiment.
He could not help but feel happy. He hurriedly followed a small bowl of water into the tent. He carefully pricked a drop of blood on Niu Jianhu's finger and dripped it into the bowl. Then, he drilled out of the tent again. After repeating this process nine times, he finally found three people with matching blood types among the nine slaves.
Now that the blood problem was finally solved, Yuchi Gong wanted to say something but hesitated.
But after thinking about it, he held himself back.
In the end, Yuchi Gong couldn't help but ask with a guilty conscience, "This is a matter of life and death. Are you sure you can do that?"
Zhang Feng carefully searched his mind for knowledge in this area. After confirming that there was no mistake, he said, "Don't worry, we are all brothers. I will do my best."
Yuchi Gong heard this and sighed heavily. "Just do it. No matter what kind of psychological pressure you have, even if you can't save him, I believe Old Niu won't say anything."
Zhang Feng's eyes reddened as he glared at Yuchi Gong. "Who the hell said I can't do it? If you are a man, you can't say you can't do it!"
As he spoke, Zhang Feng blocked everyone outside and went into the tent alone. At this time, Niu Junda rushed into the tent. As soon as he entered the military camp, Niu Jinda saw the people outside the tent. His heart could not help but thump. He felt dizzy and fell off the horse's back.
Everyone was so frightened that they hurried over and helped Niu Jinda up.
After Niu Jinda woke up a little, he grabbed Yuchi Gong's hand and asked in a trembling voice, "Brother, my family, my family's Hu 'er …"
"Don't worry, Old Niu. With Feng Zi here, it should be fine. You know this kid, he has a lot of ideas."
When Niu Jinda heard this, he laughed bitterly and did not say anything.
He did not want to put pressure on Zhang Feng, but he also wanted to protect his son. However, he also knew the meaning behind Yuchi Gong's words. He could only drag his heavy steps to the side and squat on the ground. He stared blankly into the distance. No one knew what he was thinking.
You've already exceeded your reading limit for today. If you want to read more, please log in.
Login
Select text and click 'Report' to let us know about any bad translation.
