Liu Qingsong clutched Ran Yan’s wrist tightly, and as their gazes locked in a confrontational stare, those surrounding them felt a wave of chill.
"Let do it." After a long pause, Liu Qingsong snatched the injection syringe from her hand, and seeing Ran Yan trying to stop him, he imdiately stepped back several paces, "Don’t stop . I’ve long been prepared to be cannon fodder; grabbing a boxed al and heading ho early."
Ran Yan had once analyzed Liu Qingsong’s psychology; he harbored a self-destructive tendency, subconsciously feeling that as long as he died in a manner akin to fate, he would be able to return to his original world. Thus, when he made such a move and spoke these words, Ran Yan wasn’t surprised at all.
"Liu Qingsong..."
Before Ran Yan could finish speaking, Liu Qingsong interrupted her, "I said I haven’t done a single heroic thing in many lifetis, can you just not stop this ti? Even Sang Suiyuan could rush out to shield from arrows, I can’t be a coward."
As he spoke, he had the soldiers tighten his arm. The vein gradually beca prominent, and just as he was about to insert the needle, Ran Yan felt a shock in her heart and suddenly stood up, "Liu Qingsong, stop right there!"
However, her legs had been numb from kneeling for so long that she unexpectedly pitched forward uncontrollably, only to be swiftly caught by Ge Lan.
"You..." Ran Yan steadied herself, only to see that Liu Qingsong had already injected the syringe, and the needle had been removed. She stared at him in shock, "You bastard! Do you want to die that badly? Why don’t you just take a knife and slash your throat!"
"So deaths are heavier than Mount Tai, while others are lighter than feathers. How could I die without any value!" Liu Qingsong’s face was filled with passion.
"Such a death is foolish! As a doctor, don’t you know that you have to do a skin test before injecting antiviral serum?" Ran Yan said angrily.
Liu Qingsong was montarily stunned, then, shrinking his neck ekly, he replied, "I am a traditional Chinese dicine practitioner..."
Everyone inside the room stared at the two in confusion. They could understand half of the conversation, but the reason for the developnt of the situation still left them utterly puzzled.
"Do you have any good thods for the blood transfusion?" Ran Yan was relieved that Sang Chen hadn’t died of excessive blood loss during the surgery, but this ti the amount of blood lost was too much; even if the surgery was successful and his condition temporarily stable, it wasn’t all well and good yet.
"I have found a section of plant stem that can serve as a transfusion tube, but to prevent contamination during the blood transfer, I’m thinking of direct transfusion from one person to another," Liu Qingsong said.
Ran Yan nodded in agreent. Whatever container was used, there was no avoiding bacterial contamination; the best thod was to eliminate the interdiary process, "Use my blood, I..."
Ran Yan was about to say she was O-type blood, but then she rembered she was no longer in her original body.
"Never mind, prepare for the transfusion." Ran Yan looked at Sang Chen’s pale face, knowing they couldn’t wait any longer. Having suffered such serious injuries, his body was extrely weak and prone to insufficient oxygen supply.
Liu Qingsong turned and went out, and in just a mont, he brought back a robust man.
Ran Yan glanced at the man, who was brawny and seed quite neat and tidy, and she silently consented.
Liu Qingsong went to prepare for the transfusion tools, and Ran Yan knelt down again, carefully cleaning the wound that had just been stitched up on Sang Chen with antiseptic water, then wrapped the wound with clean cotton cloth, constantly checking his breathing and pulse.
"Ge Lan, as soon as dawn breaks, you go back to the residence and fetch all the dicine I’ve prepared. Sang Suiyuan has just finished surgery, and we might need them," Ran Yan instructed as she watched Liu Qingsong insert the sharpened feather shafts into the arms of Sang Chen and the robust man.
Ge Lan responded affirmatively.
The man Liu Qingsong led in had a taut face, showing his nervousness. Liu Qingsong had him sit on his knees next to Sang Chen, at a higher position, and, combined with the weaker heartbeat of Sang Chen, the blood flowed slowly, allowing the fresh blood to enter Sang Chen’s body as anticipated. However, due to the rudintary tools for infusion, blood kept on spilling out.
"Lady Duan Liang, is this the Blood Exchange Technique?" He Sizheng, who had seen many strange things tonight, now felt the atmosphere was not as tense as before, imdiately couldn’t help stepping forward to ask, "Will the person providing the blood be in danger?"
"No, we don’t need him to give all his blood, just a small portion," Ran Yan said, not taking her eyes off the transfusion stem. It was an extrely smooth plant vine, not soft, sowhat resembling fine bamboo, thicker by a factor of two compared to the feather shaft, and where it connected to the feather shaft, it was tightly bound with silk satin. Blood continued to seep through the silk satin, dropping onto the wooden floor.
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