"roll!!!"
Two explosions in the open space almost happened at the same time! Ren Qing, who originally came with murderous intent, immediately changed his attitude, turned around and left in despair...
There was no way, he could ignore Xiao Han's anger, but Sun Simiao's... ahem, give the old god some face. After all, in this world, even Li Yuan would give Sun Simiao face.
Perhaps because they all scolded Ren Qing away, the originally tense atmosphere relaxed.
Sun Simiao and Xiao Han looked at each other and smiled helplessly.
After laughing, Sun Simiao suddenly asked Xiao Han: "Is there really no way to get the best of both worlds?"
Xiao Han hesitated for a moment, thinking about the large number of people who died due to blood transfusions in the early days of Western medicine. He couldn't help but shuddered and answered cautiously: "This should not happen. Because as far as I know, these things have eaten countless lives after , has been gradually perfected and can be used by people. Now, firstly, there is no suitable equipment, and secondly, you and I will not fill it with so many people, it is difficult, difficult, difficult!"
Xiao Han mentioned three difficulties in a row, which made Sun Simiao feel a little sad, but thinking about the medical changes it could bring, he gritted his teeth and asked: "Have you ever seen the perfected medical technique? What is its effect?"
"This..." When Xiao Han heard Sun Simiao ask this question, he hesitated for a moment, then nodded and replied: "I... must have seen it before! And after it is perfected, it is indeed a very commonly used treatment method."
Sun Simiao would not ask Xiao Han where he had seen him or how he had seen him. After all, there are too many unreasonable things about Xiao Han. Maybe Daomen is very interested in Xiao Han's past, but he only cares about the present!
With a fierce strike on his palm, Sun Simiao seemed to have made a decision, grabbed Xiao Han and said: "That's it! If it is really as you said, then no matter what, it will appear sooner or later! It is better to appear early than to appear late. As for the danger of sacrifice, , it will happen sooner or later! Rather than letting guys like Ren Qing kill more people, we should work together and maybe minimize the damage!"
Sun Simiao said categorically, and Xiao Han, who was still hesitant at first, suddenly understood!
Indeed, the ostrich mentality is unacceptable! Some things won't happen unless you bury your head. What should happen will definitely happen!
Difficulties are always there! And now I have strong financial and material resources!
Sun Simiao in front of him has the most superb medical skills in the world. It's really not a big deal, so we need to find monkeys for experiments! Anyway, there are a lot of monkeys in the Qinling Mountains. Recently, the six men who visited the medicine fields have caught several. Using them instead of people to conduct experiments in the most dangerous places will reduce the guilt a lot!
Thinking about it, there is nothing to worry about! When I told Sun Simiao what I thought, Sun Simiao immediately stroked his beard and praised him! He pulled Xiao Han up and walked towards his Taoist temple.
"Wait, we haven't eaten yet!" Xiao Han tried his best to resist while holding a small tree, but Sun Simiao was so strong that he could pull even the small tree like a good bow.
"Let go! You can eat anytime. If you are really hungry, I still have dry biscuits!"
Ever since Sun Simiao heard that monkeys could be used instead of humans, his worries immediately disappeared! At this moment, when the heart is itching and unbearable, how can Xiao Han be allowed to eat again? What if he needs to take a nap after eating? Why don't you worry him to death?
However, it's okay that he didn't mention the dry biscuits. When he did, Xiao Han hugged the tree tighter and shouted at the top of his lungs: "The dry biscuits in your house? Forget it! Those dry biscuits are harder than my teeth!" "
"Then let your cook cook some and deliver it over!" Sun Simiao didn't want to wait any longer.
Xiao Han hates the ancients' practice of doing things the same way! This made him very unaccustomed to doing things step by step since he was a child.
Sun Simiao finally let go and gave Xiao Han a little time to give instructions to the fat cook. Then, before Xiao Han could finish telling the taste he wanted, he dragged him into his Taoist temple.
The big man in the gym has been deceived by Xiao Han to go to Qinling to dig Panax notoginseng, so he seems a little lonely now.
Pushing aside a table full of medicinal materials, Xiao Han, under Sun Simiao's supervision, began to write down the remaining knowledge and problems from his memory.
The charcoal pen in his hand is as easy to use as ever, and Sun Simiao now also likes to use this simple writing utensil.
But its requirements for paper are too high. Ordinary rice paper is easily torn by the pen tip. It is estimated that only Xiao Han is willing to spend a lot of money to buy so much hard paper.
The concept of blood is so complicated that Xiao Han himself barely understands it, so naturally he dare not write nonsense about it. So now he can only list the concepts and problems of blood transfusion one by one.
There are so many things, I really can’t imagine how complicated it would be if I didn’t list them!
Xiao Han originally just wanted to write a general outline and then argue one by one, but he didn't expect that he would write more and more details!
Later, when the fat cook brought over the roast chicken, Xiao Han was still thinking and continuing to write.
At this time, there were several pages of paper filled with words next to him.
Sun Simiao had been standing behind Xiao Han. When the fat cook came in, he just took the roast chicken and waved the fat cook away. It's hard to see Xiao Han looking serious. He doesn't want anyone to disturb Xiao Han.
Finally, I don’t know whether it was because I finally finished writing, or the smell of roast chicken woke Xiao Han up.
Xiao Han, who was writing quickly, suddenly threw away the charcoal in his hand, stretched out, glanced at the chicken in Sun Simiao's hand, then happily ran to the basin, washed his hands, and broke off a piece of chicken. The chicken wings started to fight.
"Have you finished writing?" Sun Simiao put the plate on the table, picked up a piece of paper and asked Xiao Han.
Xiao Han stuffed his mouth with meat and answered vaguely: "That's all I can remember. Let's solve these things first. No one dares to say that we can find all the problems!"
Sun Simiao nodded when he heard this and began to read the paper in his hand.
The various utensils written on this page may seem strange at first glance, but if you think about it carefully, they make sense, and you have to admire the people who can invent these utensils!
With a silent sigh, Sun Simiao packed up all the other papers on the table. Xiao Han's eating style was so bold that he was a little afraid that Xiao Han would swallow the paper as a condiment.
"Let's eat together, you're welcome! It's delicious!"
Xiao Han was also starving at this time. While chewing, he pushed the roast chicken in front of Sun Simiao.
He used to feel weird when he saw the old Taoist eating meat, but now, he is used to it. If there is any good thing, he will leave some for Sun Simiao. Of course, apart from being too weird, Sun Simiao also accepted everyone.
Seeing Xiao Han dividing the meat, Sun Simiao shook his head slightly to express that he was not hungry.
Then while looking through the various questions written by Xiao Han, he asked with some surprise: "You said that there are generally four types of human blood? There are actually different blood types between father and son, mother and son?"
"Well...it's not four now, there should be only three!"
Xiao Han was chewing chicken bones when he suddenly remembered that he was in the Tang Dynasty now! That's because the AB blood type, which is the result of the fusion of Mongolians and Caucasians, has not yet appeared, which means that there are only three types of blood, including the universal blood type O!
This was great news. Xiao Han immediately put down his bones and explained to Sun Simiao with great interest: "A person's blood type is indeed inherited from his parents, but because the parents' blood types are different, children may inherit their father's or their mother's. It is nonsense to use blood type to identify relatives! It is like identifying relatives with a drop of blood, which has no basis."
