"Transfusion."
What? Blood transfusion?
These two words are extremely simple and easy to understand, but after understanding them, more and bigger questions arise.
How do I exchange it? Whose should I exchange it with?
How did she know that a blood transfusion would definitely work? !
Seeing everyone looking at her like curious babies, Jiang Ying held her forehead and said, "Your Majesty, are you sure you want me to finish explaining before you proceed? I have to say first, this matter cannot be explained in a few words, and the child is seriously ill. Time is running out."
The emperor calmed down all the excited doctors by pausing his hands.
"Hold on, everyone. Wait until Jiang saves the child!"
With the emperor's words, no matter what Jiang Ying does next, he will encounter minimal obstacles.
For example, the prerequisite for blood transfusion is that she must find someone with the same blood type as her child to donate blood.
The ancients believed that essence and blood were the essence of a person and must not be lost at will. Even if one suffered a minor injury, one had to eat and drink well to replenish it as soon as possible.
Asking them to donate blood? It’s as difficult as climbing to the sky!
But the emperor has said one word, and the imperial power is supreme, so who dares not to do it?
So, Jiang Ying successfully filled the blood bag needed for the blood transfusion. After he was done, he locked himself and the child in the room. An hour later, the blood transfusion was successful.
The child was also given some medicine to reduce jaundice and control rejection.
When the child was taken out again, his skin color had not changed much, but his overall mental state and breathing were much better than before he was taken in.
Zhou and her child were connected by heart, and she felt it most deeply. Without saying a word, she knelt down and kowtowed three times to Jiang Ying.
"Thank you, thank you, Doctor Jiang. I will work like a slave to thank you from now on!"
"No need. I'm a mother myself, so I know how difficult it is to be a mother." Jiang Ying said, "Go ahead. If the child is hungry, feed him. Remember, feed him in small amounts and frequently."
Newborns are prone to spitting up, and after a blood transfusion, all organs need to adapt, so you must be extra careful.
The emperor raised his thick eyebrows, feeling amazed. "Is it all right now? Is he saved?"
Jiang Ying stood for too long and her legs went weak and she couldn't help but stagger. Yan Zhuo knew that this would happen every time she gave someone a big treatment, so he was prepared.
He put his arm around the person and held him in his arms.
He also picked up a plate of sweet-looking snacks and handed it to Jiang Ying.
"Eat something to replenish your energy."
The snack called "chocolate" that she ate last time tasted great and was very effective in replenishing physical strength. However, Yan Zhuo asked Qi Ren to ask all the snack shops in the capital, but he couldn't find it. He also didn't know where it came from.
Did you do it yourself?
Seeing this, the emperor realized that he was too impatient. He touched his nose and asked Yan Zhuo to take Jiang Ying back to rest first.
Jiang Ying did not try to be stubborn and just gave a few reminders of precautions.
After all, this is the Imperial Medical Bureau, and there are still many people who can help. Moreover, several imperial doctors were shocked by Jiang Ying's move and spoke out. They admired her sincerely, so they took the initiative to step forward and take charge of the follow-up observation of the child.
Two days passed quickly.
The emperor came to the Imperial Hospital again and was surprised to see a completely different child.
The jaundice faded, and the skin became white and smooth, like a freshly peeled egg. The big eyes were bright and the little hands and feet were grabbing around lively.
He was such a healthy and lively child that it was hard to believe that he almost died two days ago in the afternoon.
Mrs. Zhou held the child and kowtowed excitedly, "Thank you, Your Majesty, and thank you all. Your Majesty is the most wise emperor I have ever met, and the Imperial Hospital... is the most humane government office I have ever encountered. Thank you so much!"
Ordinary people have little education, so even when they praise you, they speak in plain language.
But to people's ears, it sounds very warm and comfortable. Didn't you see that the emperor's eyes were squinted with comfort?
No one would foolishly remind Zhou at this time that the Imperial Hospital is not a government office...
Jiang Ying was smiling as he admired the little baby he had saved with great effort and great joy.
It's so small, not much bigger than Zhizhi's premature baby.
Like all babies when they are young, they chew their fingers diligently and sweetly.
Jiang Ying suddenly felt a little regretful. He should have brought his monkey son with him to let him see his little brother who had escaped death.
Yan Zhuo felt that the look in Jiang Ying's eyes when he looked at the child was so gentle that it could drip water!
I am increasingly thinking of having another sister as soon as possible.
As for how much, he felt bitter and it was so difficult...
Otherwise, how about learning her trick, drugging her and forcing yourself on her?
That being said, Yan Zhuo didn't dare to say it at all.
For the first time, a certain prince realized that there was a "cowardly" part in his genes!
Jiang Ying smiled brightly at the child, and Zhou smiled even brighter at Jiang Ying.
"Doctor Jiang, you gave the child a second life. How about you give the child a name?"
Her husband died, and there were no educated people in her husband's and her own families. She might not be able to choose a good name if she returned home, so Zhou thought for a moment and set her sights on Jiang Ying.
Originally, the emperor was the most powerful person here, so asking him to grant her a name would be a good idea. However, Zhou thought about it and decided not to shamelessly make such an ignorant request...
That was the emperor, and he only gave names to his sons and grandsons. How could her son be related to him?
Besides, it was not easy for the child to escape death. Zhou just wanted her son to live a simple and safe life. She didn't want to think about anything else.
Jiang Ying was stunned and pointed at his nose, "Ah? This... let me name it?"
Zhou nodded, her cheeks flushed with a smile, and she looked very satisfied. "Yes, my husband's family name is Gao. Miss Jiang, don't worry too much. Just pick any one. We ordinary people are not that particular about names. The reason I let Miss Jiang pick it is so that the child will remember his savior in the future and will definitely repay him if he has the chance."
"Aunt, there's really no need..." Jiang Ying waved her hands repeatedly.
This kind of thank-you scene was really awkward, and she never liked it.
But Zhou was very persistent.
The two of them were arguing, and Yan Zhuo couldn't stand it any longer. He said, "Aunt, Yingying is shy, so don't embarrass her. How about I take it for her?"
"Who are you?" Zhou was confused. This person always showed his courtesy to Doctor Jiang. Who was he?
He calls himself "this king", could he be a prince?
Hmm... Is there such a servile prince?
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