(It's on the shelves, students who have the ability to subscribe support it, and if you still have a monthly pass in hand, please vote for this book, thank you very much!) Wan Wenming stretched out his hand and took the object from Niu Lichun's hand, although he had seen the pattern drawn by Wu Jie before, he was still slightly stunned when he saw it for the first time.

Mrs. Wan also stretched her head over, and couldn't help but shout: "What is this?" ”

It is a hollow cylinder made of tin, about a foot long, the thickness of a rolling pin. One end was sealed, and only a hollow tube the size of a toothpick protruded from the tube, and a hollow needle made of silver was encased in the tube.

At the end of the cylinder is a handle that looks exactly like a child's water gun. "Gando-sama, the small one looks like a water dragon." Niu Lichun said.

"This official looks like it." Wan Wenming let out a long sigh of relief and looked at the pitch-black sky outside the house: "I hope I can catch up with it, Niu Lichun, it's done well." ”

Niu Lichun proudly expressed his skills: "Everything else is simple, but this hollow needle is not easy to get, it needs to be beaten into thin slices, and then rolled into needles, and it has to be sharpened." The craftsman complained bitterly at first. The little knife was put at his neck, and the untouchable moved with swiftness. Fortunately, it didn't delay the adults. ”

Mrs. Wan was still a little worried, and said to Wan Wenming: "Husband, what is Mr. Wu doing with this thing?" ”

Wan Wenming thought for a while: "It is estimated that it is used for acupuncture, but this shape is strange and incomprehensible." ”

Without further ado, Wan Wenming immediately asked Niu Lichun to send this thing to Wu Jie.

When Niu Lichun heard that he had let him send things in, his face turned pale with fright, and he hesitated for a long time before gritting his teeth and putting the things at the gate of the courtyard, shouting, and running away desperately.

When Niu Lichun came back, Wan Wenming was still not at ease, and he didn't care about decency, so he and his wife carried the ladder together and erected it on the wall to watch every move in the Wancheng house.

It is estimated that modern people are not accustomed to the darkness of the ancient night, Wu Jie lit a dozen candles in the house, illuminated a small room as if it was day, and then lit a furnace of boiling water in the house, threw the syringe in it and boiled it.

This strange move surprised and incomprehensible the couple.

After waiting for the water to boil and boiling for a long time, Wu Jie took a pair of chopsticks to clip out the syringe and put it on the fine porcelain plate, and began to wash his hands again.

This hand is also washed strangely, starting from the palm of the hand and reaching the arm. After washing, Wu Jie took a breath and poured a large bowl of distilled liquor from the jug.

The Ming Dynasty has mastered the distillation technology of liquor, which can produce strong liquor, with a degree of about 30 degrees, and can already be used for disinfection of medical alcohol.

Seeing Wu Jie pouring wine, Mrs. Wan suddenly asked her husband: "Husband, Mr. Wu doesn't seem to have eaten dinner yet."

Wan Wenming said: "But I was so anxious that I forgot, Wu Shizhen is also tired." The wine hurts you, madam, go and prepare some snacks for him. ”

"Okay." Mrs. Wan was about to give orders, but she saw Wu Jie pour half of the bowl of wine on his elbow, dip the wine in a cotton cloth, and keep wiping it in the same part of Wancheng. Only then did I know that this wine was not for drinking.

The pimples on Wan Cheng's body have been completely transformed into pox spores, and they look red, white, and white.

Seeing this terrible situation, Mrs. Wan's throat tightened, and she almost cried.

But the next scene surprised her even more.

I saw Wu Jie take two more cloth belts and tie them on his and Wan Cheng's elbows respectively. Then he lifted the syringe and plunged it into his arm, pumping it hard.

In ancient times, there was no rubber, and the sealing effect of the needle was not good, but I saw a stream of blood marked out from behind the syringe, and the red was bright and cold in the candlelight.

"Draw blood, Wu ...... What is Mr. Wu doing? Mrs. Wan began to stutter.

Before she could say more, something even more amazing happened.

Wu Jie drew a tube full of blood, compared it to Wan Cheng's hand for a long time, and then poked it in, and then slowly pushed the piston, transfusing his own blood little by little.

"Exchange blood ......" When has Mrs. Wan seen such a situation, her head "Buzz!" With a bang, it was dark in front of him, and he fell from the wall.

"Madame!" The two maids screamed and hurriedly stretched out their hands.

"As long as Wancheng is not a rare panda blood, there shouldn't be much of a problem with my blood transfusion." Wu Jie's forehead was covered with hot sweat, "I chatted with that doctor for a long time the day before yesterday, and I spent a pack of soft China." I am blood type O, a universal blood transfusion, and according to the doctor, anyone can use my blood. ”

Draw out the syringe and throw it into a pot of boiling water to continue sterilizing.

Wu Jie washed his hands with liquor again, then wiped his sweat, looked at the needle on the back of his hand, touched his throat again, and smiled bitterly:

"Damn, that female nurse is really a butcher, if she falls into her hands, she will be moldy for eight lifetimes!"

On the night when he returned to the modern era in the dream realm, after finding out the information of Wan Wenming, Wu Jie thought hard for two hours, and was wandering for no time, when he suddenly remembered the conversation between Guo Gui and Niu Lichun that he overheard in the restaurant.

Guo Gui and Niu Lichun said that Wan Wenming's son had smallpox, and it was estimated that he would not survive. , Moreover, Wancheng is the only bone and blood of ten thousand civilizations. The ancients attached great importance to the inheritance of bloodline, if I can save his son, as the future of all civilizations, I will wash away the charges on my body, that is, the matter of the future leader of the Jinyi Guard. If possible, the Tang family and Yang Zongzhi can also be saved.

Thinking of this, Wu Jie immediately looked up a lot of smallpox information on the Internet, and went to the hospital to consult professionals. Only then did I know that the smallpox virus was not fatal, as long as there were no complications, the blister scab on the patient's body could be cured after it fell off, and of course, a marijuana face was inevitable.

The key is how to control the complications, and in fact, the control is uncontrollable. Once a person has smallpox, low immunity, and ulcers on his body, in ancient times without antibiotics, it was basically a dead end.

As long as there are antibiotics.

The problem is that Wu Jie can't bring physical objects to ancient times unless...... Blood transfusion.

Thinking of this, Wu Jie's eyes lit up. He had been vaccinated since he was a child, and he was immune to the smallpox virus for life, and if he transfused blood to Wancheng, it might have an effect.

Finally, Wu Jie did not have antibiotics, but according to the doctor, as long as he was on a drip for a few days, there would naturally be penicillin in his blood vessels, and there was a medical term called blood concentration. In other words, after the liquid medicine is injected into the blood vessels, it takes a period of time for it to be broken down and absorbed by the body to produce an effect.

However, Wu Jie has not masochized himself to the point where he has nothing to do to inject himself with a large amount of normal saline. Besides, the doctor will not be idle and give Wu Jie a few injections.

Touching his head, he remembered that his body in the Ming Dynasty seemed to be very fragile, and whenever the weather changed, he would have a fever and cold, and his tonsils were red and swollen. Why don't you take this opportunity to cut it off, lest you get sick at every turn after completely traveling to ancient times in the future.

Tonsillectomy is a minor procedure, but doctors usually give the patient fluids for a few days to reduce inflammation for insurance. In this way, don't you automatically carry antibiotics in your blood?

Even if the antibiotic content is very low, modern people have been using antibiotics for a long time, and the body has already claimed drug resistance. When doctors use drugs, they often use millions of units, and even use pioneers.

The virus used to deal with the Ming Dynasty was basically invincible.

So, Wu Jiesuo's surname took an afternoon to go to the hospital for surgery and hung up the hanging bottle. Everything went well, the only regret was that the beautiful nurse had just graduated from school and was assigned to the hospital, and her technique was extremely rusty, and she couldn't find a blood vessel for a long time. I cried in a hurry, which made Wu Jie couldn't help comforting, saying that he was honest, and he poked it by the way, it didn't matter.

This is also the reason why Wu Jie's face was swollen for a while in the examination room of the hospital, and eggs grew on his hands for a while, which caused Bao Yingxia and others to worry for a long time in vain.

After the blood transfusion, I was observed for half a day and found that there were no side effects.

Wan Cheng, who had been pale before, showed a hint of ruddy on his face, his throat fluttered, and he whispered that he was hungry.

At this time, the patient's body is still very weak and cannot eat. Wu Jie fed him a bowl of saline mixed in advance.

After eating a bowl of sugar and salt water, the child finally began to sweat and said that it was itchy very much.

Wu Jie was afraid that he would scratch the chickenpox on his body, so he wrapped his palm in a cotton cloth.

The little guy screamed for a long time, and finally fell asleep to death. The sound of breathing is even and smooth.

Wu Jie's heart that was hanging in the air fell to the ground, and he felt a gurgling in his stomach, so he could only drink a few sips of sugar water to deal with the matter.

"A scholar, but he did something to save lives and help the wounded." Wu Jie smiled, speechless for a while.

In the middle of the night, he drew another tube of blood and gave it to the little one.

The sum of the two syringes is estimated to be less than 100cc, and it has no effect on the body, the key is how much penicillin it contains. "Blood!"

helped the lady into the study and fed her another sip of water, Wan Wenming's face was full of horror. I have never heard of such a cure, and I can't accept it anyway.

"This Mr. Wu ......" Mrs. Wan had goosebumps on her hands, and her lips trembled: "Husband, the concubine is a little scared." ”

Wan Wenming reached out and pinched his wife's right hand, trying to comfort her, but he didn't know what to say.

Mrs. Wan's eyes suddenly lit up: "Maybe Cheng'er is really saved." ”

Mrs. Wan: "Mr. Wu's means are serious...... It's really unpredictable. No matter how weird it is, the concubine suddenly has a premonition that her son will definitely come back to life. ”

Wan Wenming nodded, as if to comfort his wife, and as if to comfort himself: "I heard that Wu Jie is the first genius in Sichuan, full of poetry and books, and is particularly proficient in the ancient Huang Lao's learning. There are many people with great magical powers, such as the emperor and Lao Tzu, who have been promoted and become immortals and saints. Perhaps, in the ancient books of the ancestors, there is a method for curing premature flowers. ”

After speaking, Wan Wenming said: "Madam, the night is already deep, you are weak, you should go back to the room to rest." ”

"No, the concubine still can't rest assured." Mrs. Wan shook her head.

Wan Wenming had no choice but to sit in the study with his wife.

I don't know how long it took, but the sky gradually brightened.

"Bang!" The door was slammed open, and a maid rushed in with a earthy face: "Master, madam, it's not good, something is wrong." ”

Mrs. Wan was pretending to sleep, and stood up suddenly: "What's the matter, but the little young master...... The little young master ...... "An uneasiness rose from his heart, but tears couldn't help but fall.

"No, no." The maid's face was as white as paper: "Young master...... The young master rushed out of the courtyard, saying that he was hungry and wanted to find something to eat. "Ah, wake up, you can still run around on the ground!" Mrs. Wan cried with joy and cried: "My son, my son, you are finally well!" "I'm going to rush out.

The little maid hugged her: "Madam, I can't go, the young master is full of scabs, what if the illness is given to you?" Everyone else in the yard was terrified! ”

"What a Wu Festival Wu Shizhen, it's really a ghost-like means, a living immortal!" Wan Wenming slammed his fist on the table and laughed loudly: "My family is saved, God bless, the ancestors of all families bless!" ”