Megan had donated blood herself and seen others do blood transfusions, but she had never known how animals were supposed to donate blood and do blood transfusions. She held the syringe nervously, afraid that she would mess it up.
Zhang Zian forced himself to calm down. He had never eaten pork, but he had seen pigs run. He had seen Sun Xiaomeng do blood transfusions for cats and dogs at the pet clinic, so he roughly knew the process, but the problem was that he lacked a special medicine.
The beekeepers and wranglers who had once lived in this Indian village were all self-sufficient. Some things that ordinary city families wouldn't have in stock could be found here.
Thinking of this, he ran to the kitchen cupboard and rummaged through it.
"Quack! Dog blood transfusion to cats, this sounds so f * cking ridiculous! " Richard had already jumped out of his hood, combed his feathers, and said, "The most ridiculous thing is that this isn't made up!"
Megan heard it mumble, but she didn't understand Chinese, so she didn't know what the parrot was saying. If she could understand it, she would definitely feel the same way.
"If the first cat that ate a crab was still alive, I would definitely give it a medal," Fina sighed.
"Cats aren't the only ones who can do dog blood transfusion. Scientists are still researching the feasibility of doing pig blood transfusion to humans," Zhang Zian added.
Snowy Lionet nodded. "Meow meow meow! A real man is a pig trotter! "
Dog blood transfusion to cats would not only not be fatal, but could even prolong their lives. This was news that went against common sense and worldview.
Even though cats could only do dog blood transfusion once in their lives, it was enough for her to have a deeper understanding of the wonderful relationships between living things. She even felt that the pain she had suffered was worth it.
Zhang Zian saw that she was too nervous, so he rummaged through the things he was looking for and asked her to light up all the candles and oil lamps she could find to make the room brighter.
There was no electricity in this house, only oil lamps and candles. It was obvious that the lighting wasn't good. When he was suturing just now, he had almost put his eyes on Vladimir's wound, but he needed to be more precise when drawing blood later, so he had to increase the brightness of the lighting.
Megan agreed and gathered all the candles and oil lamps from all the rooms upstairs and downstairs into the living room, decorating it like a candlelight church.
Not only that, but she also moved all the mirrors and other shiny things that could be moved to enhance the reflection.
"Jeff, how did you know that cats can be transfused with dog blood?" she asked curiously while she was arranging things. After all, this kind of knowledge was too unpopular.
Zhang Zian's hands didn't stop. He kept rummaging through the bottles and cans in the kitchen while casually explaining to satisfy her and the elfins' curiosity.
Once, Sun Xiaomeng received a customer who brought a cat to the clinic for emergency treatment. The cat had accidentally eaten a sausage used to poison dogs, causing severe hemolysis and internal bleeding. It was in urgent need of blood transfusion.
As Zhang Zian and she both knew, the pet hospitals in China basically did not have a regular cat blood bank, and blood transfusions could only rely on temporary blood collection. Not to mention her small pet clinic, it was even more impossible to have cat blood.
However, after testing, the cat's blood type was the relatively rare type B blood. Type B blood contained very strong type A antibodies, so type A blood transfusion was absolutely not allowed.
Unfortunately, the few healthy cats in the clinic that met the blood transfusion conditions all had type A blood. They were all abandoned cats in the clinic by their owners.
At that time, Sun Xiaomeng also asked the Amazing Fate Pet Shop for help. However, Zhang Zian was abroad at that time, and the Abyssinian cats had not yet arrived at the shop. The cats in the shop were all around three months old and did not meet the conditions for blood donation, so there was no other way.
So, she suggested to the cat owner that they use dog blood for emergency treatment. As a result, the cat owner flew into a rage and questioned her qualifications to practice medicine. No matter how she explained, the owner wouldn't listen. After scolding her, he took the cat and went to the pet hospital. However, there were no large pet hospitals nearby, so whether or not the cat was saved in the end was unknown.
Sun Xiaomeng complained about this in her small circle of friends, and Zhang Zian saw it and remembered it.
Most mediocre veterinarians did not know about this unpopular knowledge. A small number of more motivated veterinarians might know about it, but they did not necessarily dare to put it into practice, because the disputes in the pet medical industry were no less than those in the human medical industry. If a cat died after a cat blood transfusion, it would be excusable. After all, it was a normal treatment. However, if a dog blood transfusion failed to save the cat, then it would be hard to explain, and the veterinarian might have to pay a large sum of money … In practice, this kind of thing required the doctor to be knowledgeable, and the customer to actively cooperate with the doctor.
Megan sighed and said enviously, "Dr. Sun must be a very good veterinarian …"
"Quack! You're right! "Richard echoed.
This was not an exaggeration at all. China's population density and pet density were much higher than that of Western countries, so the number of surgeries performed by Chinese doctors and veterinarians each year was enough for Western doctors to work for a lifetime. Western doctors might be able to easily earn a high salary by performing one surgery a week, but Chinese doctors often died from overwork after performing three major surgeries in the morning, at noon, and at night … Practice makes perfect. For routine surgeries that required surgery, the average level of Chinese doctors was basically higher than that of Western doctors.
"Found it!"
Zhang Zian held up a bottle, and with the help of the flashlight, he could see the words on the bottle. Although the small words were a bit blurry, the words "sodium citrate" were still very clear.
Since the original owner only came back once every six months, in order to prevent moisture, the mouth of the bottle was very tightly sealed. The white powdery crystal inside looked no different from a brand new bottle, at least with the naked eye.
"What is this used for?" Megan asked curiously.
"It's a kind of food additive. During the summer, the owner of this house may often use fruits or wild fruits to make drinks, or make homemade cheese. But the most important thing is that sodium citrate is a necessary anticoagulant for blood transfusion," Zhang Zian explained.
Whether it was a large pet hospital or a small pet clinic, when giving blood to cats for blood transfusions, blood collection had to be done immediately. However, if the blood that had just been drawn was directly transfused to a cat, it could cause blood clotting, so anticoagulants were needed. Sodium citrate was the most commonly used and inexpensive anticoagulant, and the difference between food grade and medicinal grade was very small.
He had watched the process of Sun Xiaomeng preparing the sodium citrate solution, collecting blood, and transfusing blood. This was known as the direct blood transfusion method in medicine, and was different from the frozen blood taken from the blood bank. Normally, three people were needed to cooperate. One person would collect blood, one person would transfer blood, and the last person would transfuse blood. The blood had to be injected as soon as it was drawn out. Even if the transfer step was skipped, at least two people were needed. Therefore, he needed Megan's help.
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