Fang Jing returned to the room, came out with writing tools and paper, and came to the hall, ready to write down some things about matching blood types and blood transfusions, and by the way, wait for the dough she had just handed out.

"Brother, what are you writing?" Xiao Linghua stopped playing with Xiao Zizi and walked over, looking at what Fang Jing was writing, a little curious.

"My brother is writing something, you can play with it for a while, or play with the little son." Fang Jing didn't raise his head, he was talking in his mouth, but the movements in his hands did not stop.

After Xiao Linghua watched it for a while, she was not interested, and then went to play with the little boy pushing the cart, but at this time, Wukong didn't know where it came out again, and now the little son found a playmate.

"Sister Hua, Satoru, Satoru." As soon as the little son saw Wukong, he shouted Wukong, although he knew that the monkey was called Wukong, but he could not speak well, so he could only send out one word.

"Wukong, come here, look at you, it's dirty again, where did you run today." Xiao Linghua ran close to the door, looked at Wukong who was dirty, and accused Wukong in her mouth.

"Squeak" Wukong raised his hands, revealing two bird eggs inside.

"Wukong, did you dig out the eggs for me? Thank you Wukong, but I won't eat it, I'll ask my brother to cook it for you later. Xiao Linghua saw the bird egg in Wukong's hand, and she was very happy, as long as Wukong had something, she would always share some for herself.

"Squeak, squeak." Wukong still raised his hands to give the bird egg to Xiao Linghua, Xiao Linghua reached out to take it, and praised Wukong, which made Wukong very happy, and his expression was like a human expression.

The little son stood on the side, stretched out his hand and touched Wukong, squinted his eyes and laughed, for Wukong, she liked it very much, but Wukong was not her pet, every time she got up in the morning, after Wukong saw her, he would always avoid the demon like a demon.

It's only when it's time to eat that Wukong will appear, but it's too early to appear today, so it's estimated that he picked up the bird's eggs from which tree and brought them back to Xiao Linghua to eat.

The queen looked at the two little babies in the hall, and enjoyed this kind of time in her heart, in the palace city inner garden, there were always few such days, this time she came to Fangjia Village, although she came to treat the disease, but she also preferred this simple life.

The queen, who was sitting on the chair, suddenly stood up and came behind Fang Jing, looking at what Fang Jing had been writing with her head down, she was very curious.

In the queen's heart, she has always thought that Fang Jing is a very lazy person, she likes to enjoy life, and similarly, she doesn't like trouble, as for reading and writing or something, the queen has never seen it before, although Fang Jing is a gentleman in the Fang family school, she knows that Fang Jing is not teaching the Four Books and Five Classics or anything.

The little baby in the family also told her before, Fang Jing taught some strange things, except for arithmetic, everything seems to be a little miscellaneous, as for whether it is useful, she does not praise it, but as far as Qingque is concerned, it must be useful, because her husband, who admires her son very much, has learned something from Fang Jing, as for what rifles and artillery or something, she doesn't understand, mainly she is not a general, so naturally she doesn't understand the role.

But when the queen stood behind Fang Jing and looked at what Fang Jing wrote, she was amazed in her heart, is this person's blood still diverse? Isn't human blood the same? Aren't they all red? Although I was curious, I didn't make a sound, just watched quietly.

Fang Jing didn't know that the queen was watching behind him at this time, and he sank into it, writing something about blood type, and then he started to write about blood transfusion, but Fang Jing's writing didn't matter, but it really scared the queen behind.

When Fang Jing wrote that after a person's blood type is successfully matched, a bowl of blood can be drawn from other people, and it can be used for people who have lost too much blood, and it can also be used to resolve the death of people who have lost too much blood.

These theories written by Fang Jing really frightened the queen, in her cognition, this blood is impossible to replace at will, this really has to be replaced, won't that person have to die?

"Sir, isn't this blood transfusion you wrote too demonizing?" The queen didn't know how to evaluate what Fang Jing had written, at least in her eyes, it was impossible and not good.

"Queen, this thing I wrote is a way to alleviate the disease of Yiguo Gong's qi and blood, it can only be a symptom but not a cure, in the future, Yiguo Gong will have to recuperate, Mr. Sun will prescribe some prescriptions, as for the queen, your condition, in fact, it is better to increase some exercise, eat less stimulating things, especially what kind of flowers, or don't touch it." Fang Jing wrote while responding to the queen behind her.

Although Fang Jing doesn't have too much medical knowledge, he has read a lot of books anyway, and he has also read and recopied the books given to Sun Simiao, although they are not so fine, mainly reducing the key copy, so he still knows some pathologies, although he can't treat them, but the theory can still be said.

"Sir, can the Wing Kingdom really exchange blood?" The queen's approach to Fang Jing can be said to be unheard of, unseen, and naturally unreasonable.

"Queen, that's not a blood exchange, it's just a blood transfusion, to add a little blood to the body of Yiguo Gong, it's not okay to exchange blood." If it can be exchanged for blood, it can only be transfused while pumping, so as to achieve the purpose of exchange blood, but is this possible? It shouldn't be very likely at the moment.

The queen didn't speak again, and watched Fang Jing finish writing in the back, then turned around and sat back in the chair, but when she sat down, she didn't find the little baby at home, and the nurse and the entourage were gone, although she was not very worried, she also got up and went out to see where the little babies went.

Fang Jing took the paper that had just been written, there were almost dozens of pieces of paper, Fang Jing really didn't need a brush, his own brush writing, the writing was not as good as Fang Yuan, it was ugly and ugly, and the font was relatively large, and there was a lot more paper.

Fang Jing carefully folded it, put it in his arms, and waited for a while before dinner to go to the grass hall and hand it over to Sun Simiao, so that he could study it carefully, after all, the matter of blood transfusion treatment still has to be handled by professionals, as for the people who draw blood, there are hundreds of men in the camp, are you afraid that there will not be enough blood? Besides, there are so many people coming over to the Wing Country Mansion, and they will definitely be able to find a match, unless it's panda blood.

After cleaning up, Fang Jing walked out of the hall, but found that the queen and the others were all playing in front of the open space, of course, the only people who played were two little babies and Wukong.

Then I went to the stove room, looked at the noodles, looked almost, and then began to beat the eggs again, and then began to beat the eggs, directly beat twenty eggs, and make more, so that the other babies in the family can share some of them, and save themselves from always yelling.

After getting the eggs, I went to the miscellaneous room, got some milk powder left from before, and by the way, I got some sugar to add some sweetness, and began to brew it with warm water.

After Xiao Linghua was nearly three years old, she no longer drank milk powder, and her basic diet was similar to everyone's, of course, there was a small difference, but the difference would not be too big, in this era, how could there be so much attention, this is still in Fang Jing's house, if it is in someone else's house, it is basically to drink gruel or vegetables to live.

"Brother, are you going to make a cake? I want to see. Xiao Linghua didn't know when she ran into the stove room, and the little son also followed, her eyes wide open, eager to eat cake.

"Okay, you just watch from here, brother first burn the fire and steam this cake, and then you can eat the cake." Fang Jing looked at the two little radish heads, it was impossible to drive them away, so they had to let them take a look on the side, but this steamed cake estimated that it would take some time.

Xiao Linghua and Xiao Zizi, two little babies, stood quietly on the side, watching Fang Jing busy, and after a while, Fang Jing took out a steamer from the side, put it in the pot, and after getting some water, began to burn the fire until the water in the pot boiled.

Then I came over with another cooking pot, coated it with a layer of oil, poured the stirred cake fluid into the cooking pot, covered it, put it in the steamer, and began to steam the cake.

The queens standing in the stove room kept staring at Fang Jing's movements, like flowing water, like experts who usually do this job, they didn't know why Fang Jing was like this? But I don't usually see him stir-frying and cooking, but in the past few days, it seems that Zhang Xiaoxia is in charge.

The queens, although they are strange in their hearts, but for Fang Jing, these exist in their bones, even in this Tang Dynasty, it is the same, for Fang Jing, eating is a big thing, and nothing is as important as eating.

"Brother, is the cake ready?" Xiao Linghua looked at the water under the steamer, it had been ringing for a while, and she opened her mouth to ask Fang Jing, her eyes full of anticipation.

"Xiao Linghua, don't worry, it will take a while." Fang Jing didn't know how much time it would take, but if she thought about it, it would take more than ten minutes to steam something, and it had only been five or six minutes since she put it in, and it was definitely not cooked yet.

With the water in the pot grunting for a long time, it is estimated that after five or six minutes, Fang Jing doesn't know if this will work, it seems that he has used a lot of ingredients, and ten minutes is definitely not enough, but it is not good to open the steamer to see, otherwise the heat will go up and down, causing the cake to fail.

"Brother, are you okay now? I smell the scent. Xiao Linghua, who was in a hurry, was already standing by the pot, snorting and smelling everywhere.

"Brother Jing, incense." The same is true of the little son, looking at the steamer in the pot.

"Wait a little longer, steam a little longer." Fang Jing looked at these two little things, a little helpless, and felt as if she was born to deal with little babies.

From the first day I came to Datang, I first had a little sister, then the three brothers and sisters at the beginning of the year, then the three brothers and sisters in the big head, and then the four brothers and sisters in Qingque, and then the follow-up later, and then to Xiao Linghua, and then there was such a little son.

Fang Jing herself felt a little crazy, they were gradually growing up, but there was a little Linghua at home, it would take several years to grow up, and I felt that I came to Datang to bring a little baby, this is not good, although I am lazy, but I am not here to take care of the child.

Fang Jing, whose thoughts were flying, didn't know how to describe his tragic experience, this really had to be seen or heard by friends in his previous life, you were a traverser, you didn't do anything, did you just go to the Tang Dynasty to take care of your children? Then you're too decrepit, a traverser.

"Alright, get out of the pot." Fang Jing, who stopped his thoughts, extinguished the fire, opened the lid of the steamer, and the fragrance of the cake immediately rushed into his nose.

"Brother, it's so fragrant, it's so fragrant." Xiao Linghua was already in a hurry, standing aside and jumping on her feet.

"Alright, you go back to the hall first, and I'll take it over." Fang Jing took the cooking pot out with a cloth and walked towards the hall, the two little babies behind him were in a hurry, and followed Fang Jing, it could really be said that they couldn't leave an inch.

Fang Jing took out a small basket again, washed it, wiped it with a cloth, turned the cooking pot over, and poured the cake directly into the small basket, the fragrance was even stronger, making the two little babies even more eager to eat.

"I'll cut some and eat it separately, it's still a little hot, wait a while." Fang Jing went to the stove room, took a knife out, began to cut a small piece, and handed it to the two little babies who were in a hurry, and he couldn't stand these two little broken babies anymore.

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