No. 1 didn't know why Mr. Hou suddenly changed his nickname to such a nickname. His original nickname of Sun Erniu was also very nice!
But when I saw that my brother had been changed to No. 1, the unhappiness in my heart immediately disappeared without a trace!
That's how people are! When you are unlucky, if you can see another person who is even more unlucky than yourself, it will undoubtedly be more useful than any words of comfort!
When Xiao Han gave his brother the name "Yi No. 1" in public, the first thought of No. A No. 1 was: Hello aunt...
Number A was so happy that he almost fell to the ground, but Number B's face was as wrinkled as a bitter gourd!
A tall and thick man with a head as big as a pot lid is called this name. Will he still have such shame in the future? !
With a grimace, he was about to beg Xiao Han to open his mouth and correct it.
In the end, Xiao Han happily pulled himself onto a chair and finished cooking. When he turned around, he ordered the kitchen to add more food! No one else is allowed to eat the roasted mutton, only the people he chooses to eat!
Is face more important, or mutton? B-1 made a decision within a tenth of a second! Sitting on the chair honestly, I kept comforting myself in my heart: No. B is No. B, it’s just a nickname anyway!
The two brothers in distress imagined the deliciousness of the roasted leg of lamb and wiped the saliva from the corners of their mouths at the same time. However, are the benefits Xiao Han said are really that easy to get?
It's a pity that they don't know what kind of nightmare is waiting for them! You know, let alone roasted leg of lamb, it’s roasted rhino leg! Both of them refused to do this job!
The first success of blood type matching made Xiao Han and Sun Simiao extremely confident, and then they excitedly began to look for the third blood type in the crowd.
This is actually easy to find, as long as his blood can be fused with blood A and blood B! Moreover, Xiao Han roughly remembered that among the Han people, almost half of them had this blood type.
So, Xiao Han only randomly tried two people and found the third blood type.
A freshly baked B-1 also sat on a chair on the side, happily waiting for the mutton feast.
With the three blood types together, Xiao Han became more and more out of control! It's like Sun Wukong who has collected all the Dragon Balls and can't stop!
Didn't Xiaodong and Lengzi clamor to be stabbed? So what are you waiting for? It will be fulfilled for you now!
As a result, no one in the room was spared, and everyone received a knife! Of course, the consequence of this is that the two prototype blood will be used up quickly!
After pouring out the last drop of blood in the bowl, Xiao Han and Sun Simiao immediately looked at the two people on the chairs warmly and friendly.
Under this gaze, No. A1 and No.B1 had a cold war almost at the same time, and an unknown premonition surged into their hearts...
"Come on, come on, please contribute some more blood and use it..." Sure enough, Xiao Han "friendly" invited the two of them to come to the table again, and the gleaming knife was also held in Sun Simiao's hand.
The two men were a little panicked and said reluctantly: "Ah? Are you coming again?"
Xiao Han was like a strange man who kidnapped a little girl. He took the two people's hands and put them on the table: "Hey, it's just a little bit. Don't worry, human blood will be generated naturally. It's okay, it's okay! Eat something good tonight, get some sleep, and make up for it tomorrow!”
"But...ouch..."
okay! No more buts! Only Xiao Han was sighing, Sun Simiao's sword is so fast!
How much blood can a person bleed at most? Xiao Han didn't count, but at least he donated blood in his previous life. The beautiful nurse who drew blood said at the time that he could draw up to 400CC.
Well, I remember this very clearly! Because that nurse was so beautiful, Xiao Han has never forgotten her until now.
He wears a pair of glasses on his fair face and speaks softly. Even though she later pricked herself with four or five needles before finding the blood vessel, the tearful Xiao Han still had no intention of blaming her...
Okay, stop thinking about pretty girls, now is the time to discuss and research, what is the unit of measurement for this 400CC?
Xiao Han, who finally brought his thoughts back, scratched his head and thought for a long time. He only remembered a fresh orange multi-cc advertisement! I can't help but beat my head in annoyance. I regret that the book will be used only when it is used!
"Maybe, probably, maybe, it's 4 liters! That's eight pounds. Well, that beautiful nurse pumped for a long time, so it should be almost the same..."
As a result, the amount of blood donated by the two men was determined in Xiao Han's memory.
I wonder if these two men who almost died from excessive blood loss would look up to the sky and sigh: Women are misleading people if they knew that this thing was ordered so hastily! ! !
When you focus on something, time flies by quickly, and before you know it, it's night. Most of the people here in Xiao Han received a playing card with A, B, or C written on it.
The person who received the playing cards didn't understand what this thing was used for, but the Marquis said that this thing should not be confused or lost even if it is killed! If anyone gets confused, he may die later!
I was frightened by Xiao Han’s alarmist words! People who didn't take it seriously at first immediately regarded the scraps of paper as treasures, without even showing them to others, for fear that they would lose their lives because of this in the future.
It was getting dark and he was tired after a long day. Xiao Han decided to stop here with the blood type matching experiment and eat first.
The kitchen started preparing meals very early, and just as Xiao Han said! If there are sheep, there will be sheep! As long as someone gets stabbed today, everyone has a share!
The mutton soup cooked in the firewood cauldron is milky white in color. Just add a little salt and it will be absolutely delicious!
Everyone who came here had a big bowl. Although they grinned from the heat, they still couldn't help but pour it into their mouths!
Next to the cauldron, there was a roasted lamb.
Two haggard men sat on the chairs, watching helplessly as the fat chef applied oil and spices over and over again. There was no doubt that they were No. A and No. B, but the third chair was empty. , No. C1 has wandered off somewhere long ago...
In the crowd, although Sun Simiao didn't mind the fishy meat, he liked it light, so he just took a few bites and pulled Xiao Han to the side.
"Xiao Han, do you think it's reliable to say that one person can draw eight pounds of blood? Look at these two people, they only lost two pounds at most, and it doesn't look like they can do it!" Sun Simiao looked serious, pointed at the two men and asked Xiao cold.
"Uh, this..." Xiao Han also felt at this time that Ba Jin seemed a little unreliable.
He followed Sun Simiao and looked at the two men, and finally gritted his teeth and said: "Hey! Aren't we just trying to figure out everything now? Look, at least with this kind of physique, two pounds of blood is no problem! How about we set a standard in the future? , let’s take it as a pound!”
"A pound?"
Sun Simiao frowned and recalled the scene when he bled these two poor children. I reluctantly accepted Xiao Han's suggestion. After all, as he said, everything is just a trial now, and it will be fine in the future...
Whether it will be better in the future is a matter for the future. Anyway, the roast lamb will be ready soon.
The two most plump hind legs were given to these two men. They were so trembling that they could hardly lift the leg of lamb. The two wrists were full of knife cuts, which made people sad to see.
Unlike the two of them, Type B-1, who was also given the nickname, was holding the sheep's head and gnawing it lively, showing off his muscles from time to time!
It's not that he has a good physique, but that this guy has only been stabbed from the beginning to now. After all, comparing blood types does not require his universal blood.
