Listening to Hu Guanghai's words, Zhang Yu knew that the other party was showing favor to himself, but no matter what he said, it was a good deed, and he didn't say much.

Besides, there are thousands of women's thanks, so they immediately ordered: "Then there is Dean Lao to prepare a large amount of "O-type" blood, as well as exchange transfusion equipment in the operating room, as well as one liter of pure glutinous rice, 100 sets of filters, and traditional Chinese medicine: cangqi, wormwood...... etc., 50 grams of each are put into the filter with glutinous rice in proportion and set aside.

Okay, Hu Guanghai replied, although he couldn't believe it, Zhang Yu only used the pulse to determine that the other party was type O blood, but he immediately called a doctor, told him to hurry up and handle the required items, and took Zhang Yu to the office to chat and wait.

In the office, Hu Guanghai tentatively asked Zhang Yu, what is the child's disease? Zhang Yu replied that he was indeed simple.

This child does not know where to get the chronic toxin, need to replace most of the blood in the body, in the medicinal materials with glutinous rice to remove the part of the blood that can not be replaced, can be recovered, the most troublesome is to remove the remaining blood toxins, a bad will rebound strongly, so I said it is very troublesome.

Hu Guanghai heard it in a fog, he still understood something if he didn't understand, and it was a little unbelievable to say that he understood, but he could see that he couldn't test it with such an instrument, could it be that science and technology were getting more and more backward?

If he doesn't understand, he waits for the result, facts speak louder than words.

After more than an hour of preparation, the hospital signed a series of agreements and statements with the patient as usual, and then Zhang Yu, accompanied by Hu Guanghai, entered the operating room together.

Outside the corridor, the waiting women, seeing that the lights in the operating room had changed the word "during surgery", snuggled weakly into the arms of a stout man who had just arrived, and prayed silently for their son.

In the operating room, Zhang Yu instructed the assistant doctor to give the child general anesthesia first, with the dean Hu Guanghai here, no one dared to do more, so he could only do it silently, but the old doctor couldn't help but feel a little unconvinced.

Seeing that the child was already asleep, Zhang Yu ordered to draw out 80% of the blood in the child's body, leaving only 20% to maintain limited vital signs.

An old doctor advised: "You can't do this, if you draw 80% of the blood, the child will "lead to insufficient blood supply to the brain, and even if it is saved, it will be a vegetative person.

The doctor's angry strong suggestion not to take such a risk, but was rejected by the dean with a sentence "do it", Hu Guanghai didn't want to say more, he just wanted to have the child in front of him earlier, Zhang Yu's medical skills he trusted very much, and he didn't know why he trusted him so much.

The assistants had to follow orders, not to give advice, but to carry out what they said.

After drawing out 80% of the blood, Zhang Yu pricked several more silver needles on the child's head, but the strange thing was that the silver needles vibrated after they went down, making a buzzing sound like a ghost crying.

The doctor was terrified, and he was very puzzled, only the dean Hu Guanghai showed a long-lost smile, the more strange he was, the more he believed Zhang Yu, if there was no strangeness, it would be unexpected.

The silver needle kept buzzing, Zhang Yu said: "The prepared filter, connect the child's arteries and blood vessels, quickly filter the remaining blood, the time must be completed within ten minutes, when the filter is all black, immediately cut off the filter, and return the blood drink."

The doctors were busy, but Zhang Yu kept holding the child's pulse, if it was an ordinary Chinese medicine doctor, the child would definitely be declared dead, and even the heart rate indicator showed a straight line, but Zhang Yu was calm and calm, without a little nervousness.

At this time, the dean Hu Guanghai had already raised his heart to his throat, and all the doctors who had never experienced such an incident were also me, you look at me, I looked at you, they were all about to make this atmosphere have heart attacks, and everyone's foreheads were wet, wiping each other's sweat.

The treatment was ongoing, and an hour passed in a hurry, there were parents worried outside the door, and doctors were busy inside, only to see that a hundred filters had turned black, and Zhang Yu announced that the blood was flowing back and stopped filtering.

Then a large amount of blood was delivered to the child, in order to make 20% of the blood in the body not reject the entry of fresh blood, Zhang Yu asked them, little by little, to integrate, and after the fusion, the amount was increased, just like that, the blood transfusion process lasted for more than two hours.

After about 4 hours, the child's blood has been integrated into a sufficient amount of operation, and Zhang Yu announced that it would stop.

Looking at the display of the heart rate monitor, the doctors and the dean Hu Guanghai couldn't care about the sweat on their heads and looked at Zhang Yu.

Zhang Yu understood their thoughts, walked to the child's head, reached out and pinched the silver needle, and after spinning it a few times, he pulled it out tremblingly, with a trace of black blood, exuding a foul smell.

Pull out one by one, each technique is different, after pulling it all out for a while, Zhang Yu raised his palm and slapped it suddenly, hitting the child's heart swelling part.

Just listening to the sound of "Didi", the doctors saw that it had stopped for a long time, the heart rate indicator began to move, and the wavy data surprised the doctors in the room, and the female assistant was the most excited, covering her mouth and pointing to the display screen and shouting: "Alive, alive".