Chapter 1038 Blood Transfusion 5
Manbao fell silent, and the old lady looked at Doctor Zheng and the others with an earnest look in her eyes.
Doctor Zheng coughed lightly and explained softly, "This matter of blood transfusion is indeed recorded in some books, but the number of deaths in the end, whether it is the recipient or the donor, is quite high, so..."
Seeing everyone's faces change, Manbao immediately explained, "That's because those people didn't sort blood types. Besides, how can you draw blood from just one person? There are so many people in the world, and there are only a few blood types. Just draw blood from a few more people."
"How did Doctor Zhou know there are only a few types of blood in the world? Isn't all blood the same? How can this be classified?"
"Is this the time to discuss this? Aren't we talking about blood transfusions?"
Manbao finally thought of the words to explain, and turned to the old lady and said, "The reason why we don't use the blood of our closest relatives is because of blood."
Manbao raised his sleeve to show the old lady the blood on it and said, "You know, there are many things in blood. You also said that the blood of close relatives mixes, which means that there are many identical or similar things in this blood, right?"
The old lady nodded blankly, she understood this.
"These things can be good or bad. The bad ones are the source of disease. Once they enter the body, they may combine with the disease already in the body, or attack the recipient of the blood transfusion independently. This disease is very serious, so it is often impossible to cure it."
The old lady thought about it, somewhat understanding but also somewhat confused.
The prince standing by asked, "If the blood of our closest relatives has this disease, isn't the blood of others sick?"
"Yes," Manbao clapped his hands and said, "This is why we don't donate blood from our closest relatives. Think about it, the blood of our closest relatives is so similar to our own, so naturally even the source of the disease is similar. It's like someone entering your home, and you see it's your brother, so you turn around and ignore him, and your body lets go of the source of the disease."
"But if a stranger's blood enters your body, it's like a stranger entering your own home. You'll scrutinize it, be on guard. Once you discover the source of the disease, your body will raise a barrier to kill it, and then absorb only the healthy part." Man Bao finally explained it clearly, and he let out a long sigh. "That's how it works. So, take a look. Just pick some people to draw blood from me. I'll see who has the right blood type first, and then I'll draw their blood. I won't use the blood of even the closest relatives."
Manbao's metaphor was easy to understand, and the old lady and the beautiful woman beside her also understood it.
So the two of them looked at the servants in the house together.
The prince seemed to be thinking, "I understand. This stranger had better have a grudge against Sanlang. That way, he can find the source of the disease in the blood more quickly. Hasn't Du Yu been invited yet?"
Manbao: "...Your Highness, you may have misunderstood me. The body can only identify the source of disease in the blood, not a person's face."
The prince glanced at her and said, "I don't think so. Everyone's blood is different. His appearance must be imprinted in the blood."
As they were talking, the imperial guards brought in a man. He was not tied up, but was surrounded from all sides, and his face looked very ugly.
A man hurriedly followed him. As soon as he entered, he trotted forward and saluted the prince from a distance. Then he bowed deeply to the old lady, looking apologetic. "Old lady, I am truly ashamed. Du Shu is ashamed to see you and your sister-in-law."
The old lady pressed her eyes and said, "This matter has nothing to do with Dalang. I am old and can't take care of these things. I just want my child to be safe and healthy."
Du Shu immediately asked: "I wonder how Sanlang is doing. If anything happens to him, I will definitely beat him to death to make Sanlang pay for his life."
This is just a nice thing to say. Du Yu is his own brother. How could he bear to let him go?
The old lady wiped her tears and sat on the stool without saying a word.
The prince said coldly, "It's good that Du Dalang has this intention. It just so happens that he is lying in bed with excessive blood loss and needs a blood transfusion. The doctor just said that the blood of close relatives cannot be donated. Most of the people in this mansion are uncouth. How can their blood be worthy of entering Sanlang's bloodline? So I specially ask Du Erlang to try."
Du Shu was stunned and asked, "Blood transfusion? Isn't this a witch doctor's method? Your Highness, is this possible?"
Du Yu snorted coldly, "If Your Highness wants to kill me, just say so. Why bother making up excuses like this? Everyone knows that blood transfusions are a quack's method."
Manbao had been standing quietly listening by the side, but she couldn't help it when she heard what was said. She looked up and glared at Du Yu, saying, "Who is the quack doctor? You are the quack doctor."
Manbao opened the box directly, took out a white vessel from it, then took a short needle and walked forward. Ignoring the prince who wanted to argue with Du Yu, he directly pulled Du Yu's hand and quickly pricked his fingertips.
Du Yu reached out to shake off Man Bao's hand, but the prince shouted, "Hold him down!"
The imperial guards immediately pressed Du Yu from the left and right.
Du Yu struggled, "Let me go!"
Du Shu couldn't help but take two steps forward and shouted, "Your Highness!"
The prince's face was as gloomy as water.
Du Shu turned around to look at Old Madam Su. The old lady covered her face with a handkerchief and seemed to be crying sadly.
Manbao had already taken a drop of blood from his fingertip and threw it away without bandaging it. She said, "What are you afraid of? It's just a drop of blood. Besides, I'm not a quack!"
Manbao handed a small container to Doctor Zheng and said, "Go get some fresh blood from the patient."
After saying that, he handed him a new short needle.
Bai Shan finally saw the short needle clearly. He felt that these things were very familiar. When he looked at it, his fingertips felt a slight pain.
He looked at Manbao in shock.
Manbao was putting things out continuously. When he turned around and met his gaze, he lowered his head guiltily.
Doctor Zheng quickly took the blood. Manbao first identified the patient's blood type. Seeing that it was type one, he put a label on it. Then he tried Du Yu's and found that it was also type one.
She was immediately happy and looked at Du Yu who was still being held captive. "This must be a special fate. You have the same blood type, so you can lose."
Du Yu's eyes widened and he shouted, "You still dare to say you are not a quack? How could my blood be the same as Su Jian's? I am not his blood relative."
As Manbao took out the packaged items from the box, he said happily, "Who says that only blood relatives have the same blood? There are many different types of blood in this world. Just think about how many people there are in this world."
Du Shu didn't want his brother's blood to be drawn, so he thought quickly and asked, "If you say that, doesn't that mean the blood of many people in the world has mixed together?"
"good."
"Then how can we use blood test to identify relatives?"
Manbao said, "You still believe this? You should have told me earlier. It's very simple. Come, get a basin of water."
(End of this chapter)
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