"Uncle Forty-Seven?" Corning was horrified by the title. This number, uh no, should be called the line, it's too big.

But in ancient times, such things were commonplace. Because the children of his brothers' families are all ranked, an only son like Sima Guang is also "numbered" by two digits - twelve, who makes his uncle and brother too much. Like some royal branches of the Northern Song Dynasty, in the era when there was no family planning, the "number" could approach or even reach three digits.

Of course, in the war era of the Northern Wei Dynasty, this situation was not common, and this kind of culture did not rise at that time, so Yang Dayan instinctively felt that this person was a little unreliable.

So he moved his feet and went around the back of the man, as long as the guy dared to burst out, he could definitely kill him in one fell swords.

However, at this moment, Yuan Fang urgently stopped him.

"Wait!" As the most senior one among the family members, Yuan Fang has been in the Kang family for many years, and he still has an impression of this guy in front of him.

"Childe, he is, he's Conduff."

"Ahh Corning was even more surprised, not because this guy was an acquaintance of his own, and he showed his feet, but because this person did not appear in his inherited memories at all.

Halfway through his thoughts, he had gotten to know everyone in his memory, and even if they felt that they had changed, he had a way to convince them. But I never expected that what appeared in front of me was a person who never appeared in my memory.

Now that's the problem. Look at the age of Kondaf, he is almost forty. Perhaps, in his memory, there is still the original Corning's ......

No, no, the logic is not right. You shouldn't be so flustered.

Kang Ning hurriedly stabilized his mind, and there was no shadow of this guy in his inherited memory, indicating that there had been no direct communication recently. In this case, he is not even as threatening as the family members.

Yuan Fang, the head of the family, didn't notice anything abnormal, let alone this relative who he hadn't seen for a long time.

It's that I'm too afraid of goofs.

This mentality is very bad and must be adjusted as soon as possible. Anyway, soul piercing has an advantage, and he has inherited the memories of his predecessor, so he doesn't even have to pretend to have soul loss. This ensures that the traveler can integrate into the new life as quickly as possible, and there are also local space-time connections to take advantage of.

With such an advantage, Corning felt that his panic really shouldn't be.

So he boldly asked, "Yuan Fang, why don't I remember him very well?" ”

That's the truth, he really doesn't remember him very much.

"Childe, you were still young at the time, and I was ten years older than you, so I don't remember him very much."

"Yes, Uncle Forty-Seven." Kang Dafu was already crying bitterly, "You can go and ask the old housekeeper, although I don't know whether it is Kang Sen, Kang Yan, Kang Xin, Kang Yao or Kang Miao here, but they all know the little nephew." ”

Corning slapped himself on the head. With such poor medical conditions in ancient times, it is rare for these quintuplets to survive. And they were all their own butlers, which surprised him even more.

When he learned this in his inherited memory, he already felt that God was playing a joke on him, and now that he thinks about it, maybe this is not providence, but artificial.

I don't know if it's my father or some other force that has recruited these strange people. The Wu Youxing in front of him is obviously not simple.

Every time Corning silently recited his name, he felt déjà vu, but he just couldn't remember it.

And that Yang Zhaoji seems to be able to bring this feeling to himself.

Although he likes to flip through history books when he has nothing to do in the army, he is not good at reading, and some things are really vague.

However, there is one thing he is not vague about, that is, to show favor to Yang Zhaoji. A military attache of the second rank who was forced to retire and return to his hometown in his thirties could have survived his political enemies by relying solely on the advantage of age. In his decline, of course, he had to lend a helping hand.

So Kang Ning stepped forward and helped Kang Dafu up, comforting: "There is no need to find the old housekeeper, he went out to find a farmer, since Yuan Fang recognizes you, it is enough." ”

"Uncle Forty-Seven...... Woo woo...... "Kondafu continued to cry bitterly, "The clan elder said that I was not learning correctly, and kicked me out of the house. My wife left me and took Ye'er with her...... Woowoo woo ......"

Corning now understood. He's here to join his relatives and friends. If he really has the ability, Kang Jianuo's big plate of dumplings will not be able to make him this plate of garlic.

"Don't cry yet. I'm home here, how can anyone still cry when I get home. ”

As soon as he heard this, Kondafu immediately burst into laughter. But the tears were still hanging on his face. When he laughed, his muscles suddenly moved, and tears flew out like rain. Not only couldn't he cry or laugh, but even the people around him couldn't cry or laugh after seeing this scene.

After comforting him, Kang Ning glanced at Deng Shifteen's condition, and it could be seen from his face that he was getting weaker and weaker.

"By the way, you see if you have a way to save my brother Deng, he is a good man with both loyalty and righteousness, and his life should not be extinguished."

At this time, Yang Zhaoji and others rushed over in a hurry. They had obviously finished the affairs in the yamen and came to visit Deng 15.

Hearing Kang Ning praise Deng 15, and he was begging a doctor to treat him, everyone, including Yang Zhaoji, cast a grateful look at Kang Ning.

When Kondafu heard this, he also knew that this was the key to whether he could stay here, so he quickly wiped a handful of tears and hurried over to check the injury.

He didn't call the pulse, just untied the strap and looked at the wound, then reached out and felt the vein, and then came to a conclusion.

"The trauma was too severe, and there was too much bleeding."

Yang Zhaoji and the others hurriedly nodded yes, and praised: "It's really a miracle doctor, you can know the injury without checking the pulse." ”

They are a group of martial artists, who are usually closer to the rivers and lakes, and are more willing to believe that this kind of raunchy person is a hermit master.

But the other people present already knew this conclusion, and Wu Youxing said it very clearly not long ago. They are more concerned about, of course: "How can I save it?" ”

Konduff pondered for a long time, and finally spat out two words that shocked the audience, and at the same time shocked Corning even more.

"Blood transfusion!"

"Ahh

"Ahh

The first "ah" was shouted neatly, because most of the people present didn't know what a blood transfusion was.

The second "ah" was only shouted by Corning, because he knew that most of the people in the room didn't know about it.

Or in other words, even if the word has appeared in this era, it probably does not mean what we know in later generations.

Because the earliest blood transfusion test was done by the Englishman Lowell in 1665. And now, it is the forty-third year of Wanli, 1615 AD.

What happens after a Jiazi will appear in advance in the land of Kyushu, thousands of miles away?

It's unlikely!

So how do you explain this phenomenon?

It is possible that blood transfusion tests that have not been documented in history have been around for a long time. It is also possible that it is a method secretly passed down by the Chinese ancestors. In view of the fine tradition of self-cherishing of the broom, it is possible that such a method will not be known to the world. In short, it can't be brought by other traversers.

"Ahh Corning exclaimed again, startled by his own thoughts. Could it be that he is not the only one who has come to this era?

His exclamation was particularly piercing, and immediately attracted the attention of the people around him. Yang Dayan stepped forward and asked, "Childe, what's the matter?" ”

"I ......" Kangning was stunned for a moment, the language center was a little about to strike, but fortunately, the "repair" was in time, so that he made up a lie, "I just thought of a scene that is afraid of people." This blood transfusion, isn't it...... Do you have to get a bowl of human blood and give him a drink? ”

Hearing him say this, half of the people present were terrified.

Kang Dafu said like a person: "Uncle Forty-Seven is only half right. This blood transfusion was indeed to replenish human blood to him, but not to drink it, but to direct it directly into his veins with a tube. ”

The people present exclaimed again. Some of them were already holding their heads and shaking them vigorously, as if they wanted to drive the imagined terrible scene out of their brains.

That's when Corning was even more surprised. Kondav pulled a handful of goose feathers from his cuff and neatly removed the feathers.

"That's what you do." Kondav said.

Corning began to be even more suspicious, and when Lowell experimented with dogs sixty years later, it was goose feather ducts that connected the blood vessels.

However, blood type needs to be determined before a blood transfusion, and the concept of blood type should have appeared two hundred years later. Sixty-two years later, Denis, the king's physician of France, had performed a blood transfusion test on humans, but it was mixed because of his lack of knowledge about blood types."

In other words, none of the top doctors of this century have yet to understand the importance of blood type.

If he says his blood type, then it is likely to prove that Corning is really not "walking alone".

"But before we can do that, we need to solve a problem." Kondauff's words raised Corning's heart to his throat.

"When I was researching ancient medical texts, I found that the blood of several famous kings seemed to be different. Qin Shi Huang, Emperor Wen of Sui, Yuan Taizu, and our Taizu have great differences. This difference has little to do with the inheritance of bloodline, so it has not been taken seriously. But I stumbled upon the fact that if I had to have a blood transfusion, I had to think about it. If you get it wrong, you could be killed instantly. ”

The crowd was clearly frightened by the terrible consequences.

But Corning was hesitant by the words. The blood group system we traditionally refer to is the ABO blood group system, and of course, MNS, Rh, etc., which is caused by different classification standards.

But there has never been a person who will classify the emperor by his blood type, is this person really related to the traverser?