Fu Hong sighed slightly, stepped forward and patted Deng Li, Deng Jing, and Deng Yi on the shoulders in turn, and said softly: "The three younger brothers are mourning, and they are ready to take care of Uncle Shi's funeral." Brother Shi is here to assure you that Uncle Shi's mourning will never be inferior to that of Qinghe Wuhou. ”

Qinghe Wuhou is Wang Meng. Wang Meng's funeral followed the specifications of Huo Guang of the Han Dynasty, which was the ultimate that a minister could achieve.

The dignity of the prince, calling Deng Qiang as the uncle, calling the Deng orphan as the brother, and claiming to be the brother, this is already a great honor!

The royal rules are strict, the monarchs and ministers are different, if Deng Qiang is alive, no matter how much respect Fu Hong has for him, it is impossible to put down his body so much, and call him the orphan of the Deng family like this. However, since Deng Qiang is going to die, it doesn't matter now, the royal family is always extra tolerant and generous to the dead.

Deng Liqiang endured his grief, helped up the two cousins one by one, and bowed to Fu Hong: "Thank you, His Royal Highness the Prince." ”

Fu Hong sighed slightly, he couldn't bear to see Deng Qiang lying on the hospital bed waiting for death again, turned around and was about to leave.

"Brother Jing, Brother Yi, you guard your uncle, and I will send His Royal Highness the Crown Prince." After Deng Li explained two sentences, he was ready to go out with Fu Hong. No matter when, the courtesy of the monarch and the minister cannot be abolished after all.

Deng Jing and Deng Yi crawled to the side of the bed, hugged Deng Qiang's body and cried, no one knew how long Deng Qiang could stay.

At this moment, an indifferent voice came from the corner.

"Wait!"

Pei Shengqin's eyes were as calm as ice, he glanced at everyone, and said word by word: "I have a way, there is a three-quarter chance that Deng Shuai will die immediately, and there is a one-quarter chance that Deng Shuai can be saved and restored to his original state." Would you like to give it a try? ”

Everyone was shocked, this Deng Shuai was already in a mortal realm, how could he be saved?

Fu Hong turned his head and looked at Pei Shengqin quietly, and then he looked at Deng Jing and Deng Yi with inquiring eyes. Deng Jing and Deng Yi glanced at each other, and actually kowtowed to Pei Shengqin: "Please Pei Hou save my father!" ”

Fu Hong looked at Deng Li again, Deng Li smiled bitterly: "It's a dead end, Hugh said that a quarter of the hope, even one in ten thousand, you have to do it!" Brother Sheng Qin, let it go, you Brother Deng believes in you! ”

Fu Hong looked at Pei Shengqin at this time, and said slowly: "Pei Hou, this palace makes a promise to you today on behalf of the billions of people of Great Qin. If you can redeem my Great Qin Zhushi, this palace will fight for this prince, and you will also ask your father for the title of duke for your Pei family! ”

After all, it is the species of the Fu royal family, no matter what this Fu Hong says, he has the courage and mind to be the prince of one dynasty. At this time, the duke of the Qin Dynasty, in terms of gold content, is equivalent to the prince before the Jin Dynasty descended, how can it be easy to obtain!

For the entire Great Qin Dynasty, for Deng Qiang, it is worth paying a mere duke! Worth a thousand!

Wang Zhen was suspicious, and privately pulled Wang Guoan's sleeve: "Brother, the old man is already in a mortal realm, can he still be saved?" Pei Hou can't be bragging, right? ”

Wang Guoan didn't say a word, a slap slapped Wang Zhen's evil face, and said coldly: "Deng Shuai is the pillar of optimus in my dynasty, Deng Shuai is broken, and the sky is about to fall!" You have to remember that Pei Hou is now making up for the heavens of our Great Qin Dynasty! ”

Xu Yujie slowly put away the slap, he heard Wang Zhen's evil question, if Wang Guo'an didn't slap this slap, he would go to beat it. Because Pei Hou is making up for Great Qin, Pei Hou at this time does not allow anyone to question it!

......

Ischemia is not a big problem in the afterlife, and the blood transfusion is done.

Blood transfusion is very simple, and getting some sheep intestines to clean up as a tube can also be easily done in this day and age.

The difficulty is still in the blood type, the blood type cannot be mistaken, and the blood transfusion after getting the wrong blood type is equivalent to killing people.

Pei Shengqin didn't know if there was a way to test for blood type in this era, and even if there was, Pei Shengqin didn't know. Thinking about the many blood transfusion plots in the later generations, Pei Shengqin always lamented his lack of knowledge, really, who would know so much unpopular knowledge when a normal person crossed over!

Since I don't know what blood type Deng Qiang is, and I don't know whose blood type can match Deng Qiang, I can only find someone to give Deng Qiang a blood transfusion. If it happens that the blood type is right, Deng Qiang will be able to come back to life, and he will be able to recover through continuous blood transfusions in the future. If the blood type is wrong, the only thing waiting for Deng Qiang is to die immediately.

With Fu Hong's warrant, Wang Zhen hurriedly whipped his horse and hurried to the criminal department to pick the strongest prisoner, and then returned to the Deng Mansion as soon as possible.

The servants of the Deng family killed dozens of sheep in the fastest time, and all the intestines escaped and handed them over to Pei Shengqin.

The sheep intestines were handled by Pei Shengqin personally, and only a small section was needed, but they had to be cleaned up.

"Blood transfusion?"

Hearing Pei Shengqin's thoughts, everyone exclaimed.

"This ...... Is there such a demon law in the world? No, there is such an immortal art? ”

Xu Yujie screamed exaggeratedly, his mouth open so that he could fit a whole egg.

Transfusing one person's blood into another person's body to give life to another person is beyond the comprehension of everyone in this era.

"Pei Hou, is this blood transfusion method really feasible?"

Fu Hong looked at Pei Shengqin, and his eyes lit up. He had already thought of the use of blood transfusions, such as the possibility of drawing the blood of prisoners on the battlefield in the future to save wounded soldiers.

Pei Shengqin was carefully loading needles on the top of a cleaned sheep intestine, and later he would rely on this simple appliance to transfuse fresh blood into Deng Qiang's veins.

Hearing Fu Hong's question, Pei Shengqin smiled bitterly and said: "His Royal Highness the Crown Prince doesn't know, everyone's blood is different, and the blood of people in the world can be divided into four categories. Once a person is infused with blood that does not match the type of his own blood, the person will die immediately and will not be spared. Only the transfusion of the same type of blood can replenish blood and save lives. However, these four types of blood all look the same, and there is no way to distinguish them at all, so you can only rely on gambling! ”

"Is that the one in four chances you said earlier...... Hongu understood! ”

Fu Hong sighed slightly, if this is the case, then this blood transfusion technique really cannot be promoted. Not only is the probability of success too low, but once it fails, it will die immediately, and the wounded soldier may rather slowly recuperate from his injuries or even become disabled, and he will not be willing to gamble with such a small probability.

"Pei Hou, draw my blood! My blood will surely save my father! ”

"Pei Hou, smoke me!"

Deng Jing and Deng Yi said hurriedly.

Pei Shengqin glanced at them, shook his head and said, "Even if they are flesh and blood, the type of blood may not be the same. You may have inherited the blood of Deng Shuai, you may have inherited the blood of your mother, or you may have mixed the blood of your parents to form a third type of blood. And all these things and so on, and you don't have to fight. ”

Looking at the strong man lying on the ground who had been boiled and numb, Wang Zhenwei frowned and asked, "Could it be that after the blood transfusion, the person who drew the blood will die?" That's why Brother Pei specially asked me to go to the Criminal Department to mention the strongest prisoner? ”

Pei Shengqin said: "The person who draws blood will not die, but it is inevitable that he will be a little weak." ”

"In that case, why do you want to use this prisoner, and you have to use the blood of the Deng brothers."

Although Pei Shengqin has said that the blood types of father and son may not be the same, there are still people who stubbornly believe that blood is thicker than water, and the chance of saving Deng Shuai with the blood of the Deng brothers is greater, which is probably a superstition.

Pei Shengqin said awe-inspiringly: "If you are lucky enough to bet on the right thing and use his blood to save Deng Shuai, then you will need to let him draw blood a few more times in the future, so that you can completely restore Deng Shuai's blood and qi and expel the dark disease." So I asked Zhen Evil to find the strongest prisoner, and those who are not physically strong may not be able to resist multiple blood draws. At that time, if Deng Shuai suddenly loses blood during the process of recovery, his efforts will be wasted! ”

Deng Jing and Deng Yi looked at each other, the two brothers looked at each other's thin bodies, and finally stopped arguing about donating blood to save their father. At that time, if your body is not good and you can't draw blood, if you don't care if your body is sick, if your father can't heal and your previous efforts are wasted, it will be a big sin.

After a while, Pei Shengqin finally prepared the blood transfusion tools, got up and looked at Deng Qiang, his eyes slowly becoming firm.

"Let's get started!"

Under Pei Shengqin's command, Deng Yi and Deng Jing carefully dragged the fainted prisoner to Deng Qiang's bedside.

For a while, there will be no tools to draw blood, only the prisoner who has been wronged. Pei Shengqin first dipped a silk scarf in spirits to wipe the prisoner's wrist clean, and then carefully took a knife and cut his wrist a shallow layer.

Don't dare to cut deep, it's not easy to bandage if it's deep, and it's easy to get killed. Although those who can be imprisoned in the prison of the Criminal Department are basically people who deserve death, if Deng Qiang is saved by luck, this prisoner will need to transfuse Deng Qiang many times in the future to cure Deng Qiang's disease, and he cannot be used to death at one time.

Bright red blood flowed slowly down the prisoner's wrist into a delicate funnel with the tail of the funnel inserted into the sheep's intestines. The needle on the other side of the sheep intestine had been carefully pierced into Deng Qiang's veins by Pei Shengqin at this moment.

In front of everyone's eyes, the prisoner's blood slowly flowed into Deng Qiang's body along the translucent sheep intestines!

Fine beads of sweat appeared on Pei Shengqin's forehead, obviously a little nervous.

"The blood has been injected into Deng Shuai's body, and the next thing is to do his best to obey the fate of heaven. If Deng Shuai wakes up later, it will be considered a complete success. If Deng Shuai doesn't wake up......"

Pei Shengqin didn't continue, everyone knew in their hearts that if Deng Shuai didn't wake up, it would mean that the blood type did not match. Today will be the day when Deng Qiang, the god of war, falls!

As time passed, the faces of the unconscious prisoners showed a look of pain. He didn't donate blood this time with a syringe to draw blood like in later generations, he was forced to cut his wrist by Pei Shengqin to bleed, and the pain can be imagined. Even though the person was still in a coma, he also felt the pain of cutting his wrists.

Deng Qiang's bruised face gradually became rosy, and everyone saw hope in their eyes. Pei Shengqin's heart did not let go at all, he knew very well that the blood transfusion was not the key, the key was whether there would be blood type rejection in Deng Qiang's body in the future.

After a stick of incense, the bruises on Deng Qiang's face disappeared and completely turned into a ruddy luster, proving that Deng Qiang's blood type matched that of the prisoner and that there was no rejection.

After another half of the incense, Deng Qiang's eyes moved slightly, and he let out a moan.

"Brother Sheng Qin, this?"

Deng Li's face showed a look of ecstasy, but he still cautiously asked Pei Shengqin for confirmation first.

Pei Shengqin nodded slightly, and at the same time carefully took out the needle from Deng Qiang's veins, and said softly: "It's done!" ”

There was less than a second of silence, and then the earth-shattering cheers rang out!

"Pei Hou, the divine doctor!"

"Haha, God bless the old handsome!"

"Father is saved, brother, look, father is alive!"

"I just said, Pei Hou will definitely do it!"

With the cheers of everyone, Pei Shengqin reached the ground with his buttocks, and he was already sweating like rain, and it was difficult for others to understand how much pressure he was under just now.

At this time, Pei Shengqin did not forget the prisoner: "Quickly stop the bleeding and bandage him, eat and drink well and raise him in the Deng Mansion, Deng Shuai has to rely on him to recover!" ”

Suffering from illness all year round, Deng Qiang's hematopoietic function must have declined, and this time the blood transfusion was only to temporarily stabilize the situation. Hematopoietic function is insufficient, and after a period of time, it will become ischemia. Only through continuous blood transfusion, so that the hematopoietic function slowly recovers in the abundant qi and blood, after a year and a half, when Deng Qiang's hematopoietic function returns to normal, it can be regarded as a real recovery.

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