"It's up to you to explain the production principle of this drawing to the craftsman, remember, don't let the craftsman build it until he understands it, I have no time to clone here, otherwise I will personally supervise it, please!" Late Qing Autumn Road. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"The son is polite, the slave is really ashamed, and it is the blessing of the slave and the maid to be able to serve the son." After Qingmeng finished speaking, Qingqiu blessed his body in the evening.

It just so happened that at this time, Xiao Xizi mobilized the iron guard to come back, and after he handed the talisman to Feng Yehan, Feng Yehan said: "Xiao Xizi, take this girl to the craftsman." ”

"Yes!" Hi Gonggong replied.

"Girl, follow my father-in-law!" After saying that, Father-in-law Xi bowed down and retreated, and so did Qingmeng.

"Then I won't bother you, but I'm here to make you feel restrained." Feng Yehan said, glanced at Wan Qingqiu, then turned around and walked out, only Wan Qingqiu knew, where was he afraid of their restraint, obviously he was not used to the smell of the pharmacy, and he was looking for such a high-sounding reason.

Although it is extremely unscientific to extract serum here, and it should be extracted in a hospital or laboratory, but in this backward ancient time, none of these were available, so she could only use another small porcelain bottle, disinfect it with alcohol, and use it as a vessel.

After extracting the serum and collecting the blood, it was already around three o'clock in the morning, fortunately, Xuanyuan Hao's blood was type AB, if it was rare panda blood, then there was really no way.

Late Qingqiu called the hundred iron guards, and took turns to come in for blood tests, fortunately, fourteen of them are O-shaped, these iron guards are strong, according to late Qingqiu's estimates, these iron guards weigh more than eighty kilograms, and it should be no problem for each person to donate seven hundred to eight hundred milliliters of blood, and if the fourteen people add up, it is equivalent to changing the blood for Xuanyuan Night.

This will be waiting for the equipment for blood transfusion she designed, and after a while, the equipment for blood transfusion will be built, Qingmeng told her that the craftsman is also a master in this area, she just talked about the beginning, and the craftsman fully understood, so she and her father-in-law were blown out, and they closed the door and built it alone in the yard.

But it is worth mentioning that this craftsman also wore a jade mask, I don't know if he was afraid that people would see his face or what's going on, the emperor even acquiesced to him wearing a mask, if he went in the late Qing Autumn, he would definitely be able to recognize it, that craftsman was not the one she had only seen yesterday morning, the young man in the blacksmith shop, their best master?

Late Qingqiu also handed over the creation of the mask to him, and if she saw it, she would be suspicious.

Wan Qingqiu looked at the infusion utensils and syringes in her hands, which were much better than she imagined, although the needles were indeed thicker than the embroidery needles, but she also understood that it was not difficult to create embroidery needles, but it was difficult for strong people to perforate them.

What Wan Qingqiu thought was that as long as it was not thicker than the blood vessels of Xuanyuan Ye and others, he didn't expect that although the needle made by the craftsman was a little larger than the embroidery needle, it was only a gap of about one millimeter, which was not a gap at all in backward ancient times.

Late Qingqiu asked the fourteen people with type O blood to prepare very quickly, and the blood of her syringe was about 500 milliliters, and Qingmeng stayed aside to help, and wiped alcohol and disinfected the blood vessels for the people who came to donate blood for Xuanyuan Night.

After all, although the needle in late Qingqiu is made of silver, it can be said to be the cleanest thing in ancient times, but it is also necessary to take precautions to avoid infection, this wound infection is not a joke, although Wan Qingqiu knows that these people in front of him are all Zheng Zheng men, and they are not afraid of death.

But because of this, she respects them, not to mention that Wan Qingqiu is noble, because she is not so noble, Wan Qingqiu is a selfish person, she has always only cared about herself and the friends she identifies, and the rest of them died in front of her, and she could also step over her body expressionlessly, it can be said that Wan Qingqiu is an extremely cold-blooded person.

But these guards are not much different from her former mercenary status, so she is somewhat touched in her heart, if they want to die, they can't die from wound infection, they should die on the battlefield, soldiers are born for the battlefield, and die for the battlefield.

Besides, if they really died from the wound infection, wouldn't the culprit be her late Qingqiu? Before she was fledgling, she didn't want to give herself too much trouble.

At this time, Xuanyuan Hao's hands were clenched into fists, his teeth were clenched, he asked Wan Qingqiu why he couldn't give Xuanyuan Ye a blood transfusion, and the answer that Wan Qingqiu gave him was that his blood attributes did not match Xuanyuan Ye's blood attributes, if he came to transfuse, not only could not save Xuanyuan Ye, but also accelerated Xuanyuan Ye's death.

So Xuanyuan Hao could only watch as Tie Wei transfused Xuanyuan Ye's blood, but he couldn't do anything about it, and this feeling made him frustrated.

Qingmeng was the first person to stand in front of him to roll up his sleeves, and the bronzed skin was immediately exposed, no matter how bold Qingmeng was, but after all, it was still a daughter's family, for a while, her face was dyed red, she dipped the alcohol in the bowl with a cotton swab, and lowered her head and began to wipe the blood vessels of the iron guard, and she didn't dare to look up at the iron guard from beginning to end.

And the iron guard didn't understand the thoughts of these little daughters, he only knew that he could be happy that he could save Lord Ye, they had already seen the means of giving them blood tests in the late Qingqiu, and said what kind of blood type they were, if they met anyone who was injured again in the future, they needed blood transfusions, and they could report their blood type, and they also saved the most troublesome process.

After Qingmeng wiped the alcohol on the arm of the iron guard, Wan Qingqiu said to the iron guard: "Ready! With that, the tip of the needle plunged into the veins of the guard, drawing blood.

Feng Yehan saw that Wan Qingqiu looked at Tie Wei's arm, he was not ashamed, his face couldn't help but sink, but he didn't speak, wait for all this to be over, and then discuss with her the truth of three from the four virtues and from the beginning, lest she put a green hat on him, the emperor, outside, where will the royal face go?

If Wan Qingqiu knew that Feng Yehan had this idea, he would only glance at him, when did he treat her as an imperial concubine again? She didn't regard him as her own god, so if she wanted to exercise these rights, he couldn't help but use them on Wan Qingxue or other concubines in the harem.