The Lucky Farmgirl
Chapter 1048 - 1027: Transfusion Five

Chapter 1048: Chapter 1027: Transfusion Five

Manbao fell silent, and the Old Madam looked earnestly at Imperial Doctor Zheng and others.

Imperial Doctor Zheng lightly coughed and softly explained, "This business of blood transfusion is indeed recorded in some books, but, regardless of the person receiving or providing blood, the number of deaths is quite high, so..."

When Manbao saw everyone’s faces change, she immediately explained, "That’s because those people didn’t differentiate blood types, and how could they draw blood from just one person’s body? With so many people in the world, there are only a few types of blood. Just gather blood from several people."

"How does Doctor Zhou Junior know that the world’s blood is divided into only a few types? Isn’t all blood the same? How can you differentiate it?"

"Is now the time to discuss this? Aren’t we talking about blood transfusion?"

Manbao finally thought of the words to explain and turned to the Old Madam, "The reason not to use the blood of close kin is because of the blood."

Manbao lifted her sleeves for the Old Madam to see the blood on them and said, "Did you know that there are many things in blood, and as you said, the blood of close kin blends together? That means there are many similar or identical things in it, right?"

The Old Madam nodded blankly, understanding this point.

"These things include both good and bad elements. The bad ones are pathogens. Once they enter the body, they might combine with the original pathogens in the body or attack the host of the transfusion. This illness is severe, and often they can’t be saved in time."

The Old Madam pondered for a moment, somewhat understanding but also somewhat confused.

The Crown Prince asked from the side, "If the blood of close relatives carries such diseases, wouldn’t the blood from others have them too?"

"Yes," Manbao clapped her hands, "That’s why we don’t transfuse blood from close kin. Think about it, the blood of close relatives resembles one’s own so closely, naturally, the pathogens resemble those as well. It’s like someone entering your home; if you see it’s your brother, you’d turn around and stop bothering. The body lets those pathogens pass."

"But if it’s a stranger’s blood, once it enters the body, it’s like a stranger entering your home. You would scrutinize and be on guard. Once pathogens are detected, the body would raise barriers to kill those pathogens and then only absorb the good part." Having finally explained clearly, Manbao sighed and concluded, "That’s what I am suggesting here, so take a look. Just grab some people to draw blood from. I’ll first see whose blood type is suitable, and then draw from them, without using the blood of close relatives."

This analogy was easy to understand, and both the Old Madam and the lady beside her understood it.

So, the two of them looked towards the servants of the household.

The Crown Prince, however, thoughtfully said, "I understand now. This stranger should best be an enemy of Sanlang, so that he can detect the pathogens in the blood more quickly. Has Du Yu not been summoned yet?"

Manbao: "... Your Highness, you might have misunderstood my point. The body only differentiates the pathogens in the blood, not people’s faces."

The Prince glanced at her and said, "I think differently. Each person’s blood is unique, and surely his image is also imprinted in the blood."

As they were speaking, the Imperial Guards brought in a person. He was not bound, but was flanked on all sides, looking distressed.

The person following closely behind hurriedly came forward, bowing deeply to the Crown Prince from a distance, then gave the Old Madam a deep bow, an apology on his face, "Old Madam, I am truly ashamed, Du Shu is ashamed to face the Old Madam and the younger sister."

The Old Madam pressed the corners of her eyes and said, "This matter has nothing to do with Dalang, I am old and can no longer manage these things, I just wish for the children to be safe and healthy."

Du Shu immediately asked, "I don’t know how Sanlang is doing. If anything happens to him, I will surely beat him to death as recompense for Sanlang."

These were merely pleasant words; Du Yu was his own brother, how could he truly mean that?

The Old Madam, wiping her tears, sat silently on the stool.

The Crown Prince then coldly said, "It’s good that Du Dalang has this intention. Currently, he has lost a lot of blood and is lying on the bed, in need of a transfusion. Just now the doctor mentioned that the blood of close relatives cannot be used. Most people here are of coarse caliber, their blood unworthy of entering Sanlang’s bloodstream. Thus, I specifically invited Du Erlang to try."

Du Shu was stunned and asked, "A blood transfusion? Isn’t that a method of witch doctors? Your Highness, is this really feasible?"

Du Yu snorted coldly and said, "If Your Highness wants my life, just say so directly. Who doesn’t know that blood transfusion is a quack’s method?"

Manbao, who had been quietly standing aside and listening, couldn’t help it upon hearing this. She raised her head and glared at Du Yu, thinking, who’s the quack? You’re the quack.

Manbao directly opened the box, took out a white vessel, and then grabbed a short needle and approached, ignoring the Prince still arguing with Du Yu. She promptly grabbed Du Yu’s hand and swiftly pricked his fingertip.

Du Yu stretched his hand to shake off Manbao’s grip, and the Crown Prince shouted, "Hold him down!"

The guards immediately pressed down on Du Yu from both sides.

Du Yu struggled, "Let me go!"

Du Shu couldn’t help but step forward and called out, "Your Highness!"

The Prince’s expression was stern.

Du Shu then turned to look at Old Madam Su, who covered her face with a handkerchief, seemingly crying in distress.

Manbao had already drawn a drop of blood from his fingertip, not bothering to dress it, simply flinging it away, and said, "What are you afraid of? It’s just a drop of blood. Also, I am not a quack!"

Manbao handed a small vessel to Imperial Doctor Zheng, "Go draw some fresh blood from the patient."

After saying this, she also handed him a new short needle.

Bai Shan finally had a clear view of that short needle; it seemed very familiar, and the lingering pain on his fingertip confirmed it.

He was shocked as he watched Manbao.

Manbao continued to arrange the items and, catching his gaze, somewhat guiltily lowered her head.

Imperial Doctor Zheng quickly returned with drawn blood, and Manbao first determined the patient’s blood type. Seeing it was Type A, she labeled it and then tested Du Yu’s to find it was also Type A.

She suddenly became cheerful, happily looking at the still detained Du Yu, "This must be a special fate; your blood types are the same, transfusion is possible."

Du Yu widened his eyes and exclaimed, "And you still say you’re not a quack? How could my blood possibly be the same as Su Jian’s, when I’m not his blood relative?"

While Manbao was taking packaged items out of the box, she joyfully said, "Who says only blood relatives have the same blood? There are only a few types of blood in this world. Think about how many people there are."

Du Shu, not wanting his brother to be bled, quickly thought and asked, "So you’re saying many people’s blood in the world is mingled?"

"Exactly."

"Then how can you perform blood tests for kinship?"

Manbao said, "You still believe in that? Had you told me earlier, it’s simple. Get someone, bring a basin of water here."