The Lucky Farmgirl
Chapter 1049 - 1028: Blood Transfusion 6

Chapter 1049: Chapter 1028: Blood Transfusion 6

Water was readily available.

Manbao, while unpacking her precious belongings, casually poured the remaining two portions of blood into the water, and everyone couldn’t help but crowd around to watch.

They saw the blood slowly disperse in the water, and after a while, the two gradually merged together.

Everyone was astonished.

Manbao took out the jar and sheep intestines she had prepared long ago through Imperial Doctor Fan, and then motioned to Du Yu, "Come here, don’t be afraid, drawing blood doesn’t hurt."

Du Yu’s face turned pale.

Du Shu stepped in front of Manbao and demanded sternly, "Who are you, where is the Imperial Hospital’s doctor? Is it up to you to save Young Master Su?"

His voice was so loud that it startled Manbao.

Bai Shan stepped forward and intervened, "It’s the prince’s wish. She opened up the patient’s abdomen, and now the lives of all the doctors from the Imperial Hospital are in her hands. Do you say she can’t make decisions?"

Manbao said, "What are you afraid of? It’s just drawing a jar of blood. Don’t worry, just eat something to replenish your blood afterward, and it’ll come back. The people in the room have lost so much blood and are still not dead."

The crown prince frowned, "Didn’t you say you need a lot of blood?"

"There are still many people here," Manbao glanced at him and said, "If each person draws a little, it should be enough. Your Highness, I am a doctor. Even if the blood transfusion does not save the recipient, it surely won’t kill those who donate blood, right?"

After all, she wasn’t an executioner.

The crown prince pursed his lips and said, "Other people’s blood is too lowly; how can you transfuse their blood?"

Manbao couldn’t help but retort, "Your blood, on the other hand, is quite noble. Why don’t you give it a try later?"

Eunuch Wu broke into a cold sweat and quickly scolded, "Doctor Zhou Junior, watch your words. How can you speak to His Highness like that?"

But the crown prince was contemplative, "If my blood goes in, wouldn’t he think my blood is kin and spare the pathogen?"

"Do you have blood ties with him?"

"No."

"Then let’s do it," Manbao picked up a needle again, "First, let’s see if the blood type matches."

The crown prince rolled up his sleeve and stepped forward.

Old Madam Su and Eunuch Wu quickly tried to stop him, "Your Highness, you mustn’t..."

But the crown prince didn’t care and forcefully allowed Manbao to prick him. Manbao, ignoring the two who were blocking, thought the people in the courtyard were too chatty. She didn’t mind, for there was a story to witness. Even watching for an entire day was no problem, but the person inside could die. If they continued to argue, the person inside might die, and it could even lead to the deaths of three imperial doctors.

Manbao, holding the short needle, went straight for it, took some blood and went back to test the blood type, waiting for the result. Then she rolled up her sleeve and motioned to Du Yu, "Come over and sit down quickly."

Du Yu looked at her and then at the crown prince, who was pressing his fingertip with a cloth, and silently came forward to sit down.

By now, Du Shu was no longer stopping him.

The sheep intestines and the hollow needle were made with the help of Imperial Doctor Fan; even the jars were entrusted to him. The two had secretly pricked rabbits and sheep in Yizhou, but they had never pricked a person.

Manbao had slightly more experience, as she had even pricked anthropomorphic models, but facing a real person and a model was different.

Manbao swallowed nervously, searched his arm for a long time to pinpoint a vein, then took a strap and tied it around his arm. She looked up at Du Yu and said, "I’m going to prick now."

Du Yu curiously watched her, "Is this how you draw blood? Don’t you use a knife?"

What knife? She would have to deal with the contamination from a large amount of bleeding.

Manbao anchored her breath to her dantian, and the needle in her hand pierced through. It really felt somewhat like drawing a figure of a person. Du Yu screamed in pain and almost jumped up, but the forbidden army behind him promptly held him down.

Du Yu started to tremble, and a tube of bright red blood passed through the semi-transparent sheep intestine and into the jar...

Seeing that he kept crying out, "Ahh, ahh," Manbao spoke loudly, "Stop yelling, it doesn’t hurt at all now."

Only then did Du Yu open his tightly shut eyes, sweating profusely, "You, you’re lying, you said it wouldn’t hurt."

Manbao coughed lightly and said, "I’ve never pierced a person before, how would I know if it hurts? Isn’t this what my teacher told me?"

"Who is your teacher?"

Manbao pointed at the bottle and to him, "See that? Your blood."

Du Yu turned his head to look and saw the blood in the jar rising at a visibly slow pace. Somewhat frightened, he shifted his gaze away, "This, this, so much..."

"Not much, not much, it hasn’t even filled one jar yet."

Manbao turned around to check the blood reaction of the Crown Prince, happily speaking to him, "Fortunately, your blood is also suitable. Come on, sit here; we should draw a jar from you too."

Eunuch Wu knelt down with a plop, "Your Highness, that’s not acceptable, you are invaluable, how can we draw blood from you? If we must, take mine instead."

Du Shu swallowed nervously and bravely stepped forward, "Better to draw mine..."

Manbao looked at him and then at Du Zhong, "Are you real brothers?"

Both nodded.

"Then the blood types are probably the same, come on, come to try as well. With blood drawing, the more, the better."

Bai Shan coughed lightly and stepped forward to help. He felt it wasn’t a case of ’the more, the better’, but rather that she had found her grip and become addicted, Erlang. But would he dare to say it out loud?

Manbao had only made five blood-drawing devices, and she used them on the Crown Prince and Du Shu, then another on a patient, leaving only one remaining.

Although the Crown Prince and Du Shu were also a bit scared, they did not lose composure like Du Yu did, as they had already watched his blood being drawn. Having seen the process, they wouldn’t scream out loud.

Manbao had someone hold the needle, glanced at Du Yu’s blood jar, thought it was about enough, then removed the needle and loosened the ropes.

She then pressed a cloth to the puncture site and instructed, "Hold this yourself. Press it for seventy to eighty breaths, and you should be good."

Du Yu was skeptical, "So much blood was drawn, that puncture site must be big, won’t it bleed again?"

The needle was bigger than the ones she had seen in the system, and she was also somewhat uncertain, "Then press longer, try for half a quarter of an hour?"

Du Yu: ...Who exactly is this doctor, and can she be relied upon?

The Crown Prince and Du Shu also harbored doubts.

But Manbao had already taken the blood into the patient’s room for transfusion, with Imperial Doctor Zheng and the medics of the Imperial Hospital assisting inside.

Imperial Doctor Zheng asked in a low voice, "Is this really effective?"

"This is whole blood. Actually, someone told me that there are many types of blood transfusions. Unfortunately, we don’t have the means to process the blood, so we can only proceed this way." Manbao said, "At least, this is a hope, isn’t it?"

Manbao inserted one end of the empty tube needle into the jar; once blood flowed out, she then inserted it into the patient’s arm. The imperial physicians saw the blood slowly entering the patient’s body...

You must not rush with a blood transfusion.

This was also Manbao’s first time doing a transfusion on a real person; therefore, she was quite busy. Busy drawing blood, then returning to give transfusions, busy observing the patient’s condition, and even had to find time to plunge her consciousness into the system to discuss the transfusion with Teacher Mo.

It wasn’t until the sunset that Manbao dismantled the transfusion setup and then took turns with Imperial Doctor Zheng and others to check Su Jian’s pulse.