Xiu'er's feeling is correct. Although Lin Ping'an is only twelve years old in body, his soul is already an adult of several decades, so it is inevitable that he will be a little old-fashioned when he speaks and acts, which is different from the identity of a twelve-year-old boy. Very inconsistent.
At this point, Lin Ping'an himself didn't notice it, but in the eyes of others, this was a bit abnormal.
After hearing Xiu'er's words, Sylvia Lin frowned and thought carefully, feeling a little strange.
"But he is obviously from the same village as Uncle Wang and Zhao Sheng!"
She thought in her mind: "But why do you look like an adult?"
Sylvia Lin shook his head, feeling incomprehensible.
The next day, Batu came to see Lin Ping'an early in the morning.
"Little sir, today we are going to the Imperial Hospital. The big man has an order to teach you the art of blood transfusion."
Lin Pingan nodded. He had already thought of this, so he turned back to the house, picked up the small box, and followed Batu out of the door.
Too hospital.
The seats were already full at this moment, and everyone was looking forward to Lin Ping'an's arrival.
The blood exchange method is really unbelievable. In the eyes of these people, it is a long-lost ancient secret method. They have heard of it but have never seen it.
If Lin Ping'an hadn't performed this great method in front of so many people, almost no one would have dared to believe that such a great method existed in the world.
After a while, Batu and Lin Ping'an walked in. Everyone looked at the eleven or twelve-year-old boy with complicated expressions.
"This child is obviously only eleven or twelve years old. Is it credible that the medicine god appears?"
Someone whispered.
"But he used the blood transfusion method to save Dorgon. Many people were present at the time. This is absolutely true."
"The method of exchanging blood? Haha, I've only seen that in classical secret books. No one has ever used it in reality."
Although Batu once vividly described the scene at that time, now that he really saw the child Lin Ping'an, everyone had an unreal suspicion in their hearts.
"Hey, don't make any noise, won't you understand in a moment?"
Batu cleared his throat and said to everyone:
"The great man has an order to order us and everyone in the Imperial Hospital to learn the blood transfusion method from Sir. Please be patient and don't be impatient. You need to study seriously and be sure to learn this method!"
Having said this, he nodded towards Lin Ping'an.
Lin Ping'an looked around and saw that there were twenty or thirty people in the room at the moment, including Manchus and Han Chinese. He nodded to everyone and was about to speak when he heard a commotion outside the door, and then a person calmed down. Xu walked in.
"Four Belles!"
Someone shouted, and saw Huang Taiji slowly walking in with Fan Wencheng, followed by a group of soldiers.
He glanced at everyone expressionlessly, but Fan Wencheng behind him waved his hand and said:
"Only the Manchus remain here, and all Han people will leave."
Hearing this, everyone looked stern, and many Han imperial doctors stood up hurriedly, bowed to Huang Taiji, lowered their heads and ran out.
"The blood transfusion method is the manifestation of the God of Medicine. The auspiciousness of heaven has been sent to me. It must not be leaked. If anyone reveals anything, he will be killed without mercy!"
Huang Taiji shouted coldly at everyone. Only then did everyone know the reason, and they suddenly broke out in a cold sweat.
Seeing that all the Han imperial doctors had withdrawn, Huang Taiji sat down, waved to Lin Ping'an and said, "It's time to start."
I didn't expect Huang Taiji to be so careful. It seemed that he was indeed a powerful character... Lin Ping'an saluted Huang Taiji and then said:
"The blood transfusion method was acquired by me when I met the Medicine God by chance in the mountains. This method can cure people who have lost excessive blood, but not just anyone's blood can be poured into the injured person's body."
As he spoke, he opened the small box and continued:
"The human body's blood is divided into several types. Only people of the same type can transfuse each other, otherwise they will die directly due to blood clotting."
Having said this, he took out the blood type test paper in the box and said:
"Please see, this thing is used to test blood types. Different types of blood will show different colors on it. From this, you can determine whether the blood types of the recipient and the donor are the same."
"Sir, is this understandable?"
Batu raised his hand and said: "Bumbutai's blood and Dorgon's blood are of the same type, but Azig's blood and Dorgon's blood are different types?"
Lin Ping'an nodded: "That's right."
Everyone suddenly realized this and looked at the stack of test strips in Lin Ping'an's hand.
"But sir, how should I obtain this test strip?"
A royal doctor asked loudly.
"This is what Master Medicine God left behind. It will be gone when it is used up."
Lin Ping'an said, spreading his hands. He was also a little helpless. In this era, there is no way to make such test strips, so that's all he could say.
Hearing this, everyone burst into boos.
Batu shouted loudly: "In other words, when these test strips are used up, blood transfusion will no longer be possible?"
Lin Pingan thought for a while and said:
"Not necessarily. I remember Lord Medicine God once told me that if the contents in the box are used up, simple methods can be used to replace them."
After hearing these words, everyone immediately felt relieved. Even Huang Taiji stared at Lin Ping'an with interest. Fan Wencheng on the side frowned, with a solemn look on his face.
"Master Medicine God said that a simple method is to mix the blood of the recipient and the blood of the donor to see if the two will fuse. If they cannot fuse, it means that the blood of the two people is not the same. Type, blood transfusion is not possible, but the opposite is possible."
After the words fell, someone immediately shouted: "I know how to identify relatives by shedding blood."
Lin Ping'an shook his head and said: "It is not credible to recognize relatives by dripping blood. All human blood will blend in water sooner or later. It just depends on the length of time."
Having said this, he waved to Batu.
Batu didn't know why, so he stepped forward, and Lin Ping'an said:
"We might as well do an experiment for everyone."
Having said this, he asked someone to bring a bowl of water, took out a needle and pricked his finger, squeezed a few drops of blood into the bowl, and then pricked Batu's finger again, and squeezed a few drops of blood into the bowl. After dripping into the bowl, he said:
"There is a way to quickly fuse anyone's blood."
After that, he took out the alum he had prepared long ago and blended it into the water. After a while, the blood drops in the bowl melted together at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Unable to see this scene, everyone showed expressions of disbelief.
Lin Ping'an and Batu are obviously not relatives. How can their blood be fused together?
This is impossible!
Seeing everyone's expressions, Lin Ping'an smiled and said:
"If you don't believe it, you can all come up and try it."
So several people immediately walked up, pricked their fingers, and dripped blood into the bowl.
After a moment, everyone let out a sound of surprise. In their eyes, all the blood drops quickly merged together.
How is this going?
Everyone looked at Lin Pingan eagerly, feeling that their cognition had been greatly impacted.
"Everyone has seen that I just put a few drops of alum into the water to produce such an effect. In fact, if the time is long enough, the blood will be mixed together, so it is said that a drop of blood can identify a relative. It’s not believable.”
After Lin Ping'an said these words, everyone suddenly let out an exclamation.
"How can this be?"
"The method of identifying relatives by shedding blood has been passed down from ancient times. What the young gentleman said is really unbelievable."
Seeing that everyone didn't believe it, Lin Pingan took out a small bottle from his arms again and said:
"Actually, I can also make blood incompatible."
Having said this, he took out another small bottle from his arms, dropped a few drops of clear oil in the bottle into another bowl of water, and motioned for everyone to try again.
Several imperial doctors pricked their fingers again and dripped blood into the bowl. But this time, what shocked them was that all the blood no longer fused.
"As you can see, as long as clear oil is dropped into water, the blood will no longer fuse, so the recognition of relatives by dripping blood can be controlled artificially."
Hearing these words, the room suddenly exploded with a bang. Lin Ping'an's conclusion was like a bomb, which made everyone dizzy.
The method of blood recognition has been passed down for many years since ancient times and has been deeply ingrained in the hearts of everyone. It is really difficult for them to accept it being suddenly overturned at this time.
Batu scratched his head and shouted loudly: "Then according to what Mr. said, how to determine the type of blood?"
"it's actually really easy."
As Lin Pingan spoke, he took out a piece of glass and continued:
"As long as the recipient's blood is dropped on the glass instead of water, and then the donor's blood is dropped on it, as long as the two blend together, it means that the type should probably be the same."
Everyone looked at the piece of glass in Lin Ping'an's hand and seemed to understand that as long as they were not in the water, if the two drops of blood merged, it meant that the two blood types were the same.
Of course, there may be errors, but the probability is small. If an error does occur, you can only leave it to fate. "
Lin Pingan added that he was actually a little helpless.
Because this method is obviously a bit sloppy, and in the words of later generations, it is easy for medical accidents to occur. However, at this level of the era, we cannot have as many rigorous methods and means as later generations, so this is the only way.
After hearing this, everyone nodded slowly as if they understood.
Although glass was relatively rare in the Ming Dynasty, it was not impossible to find it. In the future, it would be easy to just put a piece of such glass in the military doctor's box.
"I see that when sir, the silver needles and tubes are very special when doing blood transfusions, can you equip them in large quantities?"
Batu asked.
This is what I brought from modern times... Lin Pingan shook his head and said:
"The silver needle I use is hollow. I wonder if there is a skilled craftsman who can make it?"
After saying this, he took out the set of blood transfusion equipment from the box and placed it on the table.
Everyone cheered and gathered around, watching carefully, and couldn't help but make a sound of exclamation in their mouths.
But after a moment, everyone shook their heads, with a look of regret on their faces.
In fact, the needles used for modern blood transfusions are thin, small, and hollow, and they were simply impossible to make in this era.
Fan Wencheng stepped forward, picked up the silver needle and looked at it carefully, then turned to Lin Ping'an and asked:
"Can I use something else instead?"
Lin Ping'an thought for a while and said: "Of course it is possible, but the needle must be made larger. Although it will make people feel uncomfortable during blood transfusion, it can still be used. Of course, other materials can also be used instead, such as bamboo."
In fact, these are all Lin Pingan's imagination. As for whether they can be realized, he really has no confidence at all.
Fan Wencheng nodded, then picked up the blood transfusion tube and looked at it carefully, with a trace of surprise on his face that could not be concealed.
Modern blood vessels are not only transparent, but also very thin and soft. This is simply incredible in Fan Wencheng's eyes.
At this moment, Huang Taiji also stepped forward, took the blood transfusion tube from Fan Wencheng's hand, looked at it for a long time, and sighed:
"Sure enough, it is the God of Medicine who appears. Except for gods, probably no mortal can make such exquisite things."
There was a hint of awe in everyone's eyes, and their eyes looking at Lin Ping'an were full of envy.
"Mr. Fan, can this pipe be replaced with something else?"
Huang Taiji asked Fan Wencheng.
Fan Wencheng thought for a while, but then asked Lin Pingan: "Can it be replaced by animal intestines, such as sheep intestines?"
Fan Wencheng was really smart... Lin Ping'an had guessed at this moment that this young Han must be Fan Wencheng, the founding official of the Qing Empire, and couldn't help but admire him greatly.
The idea of using sheep intestines to replace modern blood transfusions was something Lin Pingan thought of before coming here, but he was not sure whether it was feasible.
Huang Taiji took Lin Pingan's small box, rummaged inside it for a moment, then closed the box, and then said:
"Since these things are given by the God of Medicine, they cannot be wasted carelessly. I will give this box to Father Khan and keep it in the palace for emergencies."
Lin Pingan was not surprised at all. Since the blood transfusion method has been taught to everyone, the box can no longer belong to him.
Huang Taiji looked at everyone and said in a deep voice: "This method must be mastered skillfully. Once the silver needles and blood transfusion tubes are produced, they will be popularized in my Golden Army."
Everyone nodded in agreement, but heard Huang Taiji emphasize again: "This method cannot be passed on to others. Today, your roster has been recorded. If anyone leaks it, it will be punished by death!"
Everyone looked stern and nodded.
After a while, Huang Taiji looked at Lin Ping'an's back and asked thoughtfully: "Mr. Fan, how should we deal with this child?"
Fan Wencheng chuckled and said: "The sticky pole office has already had a comprehensive understanding of this son. He is an ordinary citizen in Ningyuan City. The Dorgon brothers swore sworn brothers to him and gave him gold and silver. They bought him in Shengjing City. He has taken over the house and servants, and seems to be staying in Shengjing for a long time."
After hearing this, Huang Taiji nodded, but frowned, and suddenly turned to stare at Fan Wencheng and said:
"Mr. Fan, do you really believe in the theory that the medicine god appears?"
Fan Wencheng was stunned for a moment, then smiled bitterly and said: "I have thought about this matter, but after all, Lin Ping'an is only a twelve-year-old child. Otherwise, how can we explain it?"
Huang Taiji shook his head and said slowly: "I think this boy is young and mature. Even in front of me, he can treat him normally. He talks without any fear and restraint. If you say he is just a child from an ordinary family, I am Those who don’t believe it.”
After hearing this, Fan Wencheng lowered his head and thought deeply. After a moment, he raised his head and said, "Sibeile is as good as watching fire. There must be some unknown secret in this boy."
Huang Taiji looked up at the sky, and after a while he said: "I don't know if there is any secret, but I can be sure that this boy is definitely an extraordinary person."
Fan Wencheng's face showed a solemn look, and he already had a calculation in his heart.
