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Chapter 747 Blood Transfusion
"How is it possible?!" Zhu Zhanji couldn't believe it. The shock on his face was ten times stronger than the news of the fall of the capital.

That's right, that's Yao Guangxiao, who is half-human, half-god!In this world, he is the only one who can kill others, how can anyone else kill him!
However, Yao Guangxiao died...

"Speaking of which, I was the one who killed Master Yao." Wang Xian sighed, and said with deep pain: "Before they launched, I hid in Qingshou Temple. On the day of the incident, they suddenly surrounded Qingshou Temple..."

Wang Xian told Zhu Zhanji what happened that day: "... When we escaped from the secret road, we heard the explosion of the earth shaking and the mountains shaking, and the entire Qingshou Temple was razed to the ground..."

"..." Listening to Wang Xian's words, Zhu Zhanji still maintained that extremely shocked expression.This is not surprising, after all, what happened that day was too scary to hear.

After Wang Xian finished speaking for a long time, Zhu Zhanji came back to his senses and said quietly, "How could this be?"

"Your Highness, this is the end of the matter, let's face it." Wang Xian said solemnly: "There is no time to sigh, His Royal Highness and Zhenjiang City can't last long!"

"Yes!" With a bang, Zhu Zhanji punched hard!The huge pain woke him up, his usual firmness returned to his face, and he said in a deep voice, "Let the horse come over!" After speaking, his eyes fell on Zhu Di...

At this moment, the arrowhead on Zhu Di's body has been removed, and a monk named Xinyu is bandaging him. Seeing the horror of the emperor's grandfather covered in blood, Zhu Zhanji asked in a low voice, "How is it?!"

"Fortunately, fortunately." Monk Xinyu said slowly while bandaging the wound skillfully.

"Fortunately what?!"

"Fortunately the arrow is not poisonous, fortunately the shot misses by an inch," Xinyu said, "If it was a little more straight, it would have hit the heart."

"My grandpa is really blessed!" Zhu Zhanji shook Wang Xian excitedly, and said excitedly: "Great! Great!"

"Yes, yes." Wang Xian also smiled.It's perfectly normal for Zhu Zhanji to be so excited. Apart from the love between grandparents and grandchildren, from a realistic point of view, if Zhu Di really died like this, they would be completely finished!Although Zhu Zhanji has the status of grandson, those princes and ministers weighed the situation and stood beside the two brothers Zhao Wang and Han Wang.

This account is very simple, once the emperor dies, there will be no one in the world who can restrain the King of Han!Those honorable generals will definitely not be buried with the prince!
This is also the real reason why Zhu Zhanji dare not go back!He was afraid that once Zhu Di died, he would be killed by his third uncle!Even as long as Zhu Di is unconscious, King Zhao will find a way to make Zhu Di die...

It can be said that his poor great-grandson has fallen into a critical situation!There is only one way to save the day, and that is to let Zhu Di survive and wake up as soon as possible!

When Zhu Zhanji was overjoyed, the words behind Monk Xinyu were like a basin of cold water poured down his head: "However, the emperor lost too much blood, I'm afraid it's more or less ominous..."

"Ah!" Zhu Zhanji froze there like a choked duck, and asked in a trembling voice: "Master must have a way to save my grandpa?!"

"No." Xinyu shook her head sincerely and said, "No matter how good the medicine for golden sores is, it can only speed up the healing of wounds, and cannot replenish the blood of the emperor."

"What about the tonic?!" Zhu Zhanji kept yelling as if grasping at a life-saving straw, "I have a thousand-year-old Shouwu and a thousand-year-old ginseng! These are all determined tonics."

"Tonics replenish qi and blood," Xinyu said to the grandson, "it's different from the blood in the body." As she spoke, Xinyu sighed and said, "This kind of situation can only be hardened by the physical fitness of the injured." resisted."

"My emperor's grandpa is as fierce as a dragon and as a tiger," Zhu Zhanji hissed, "I will definitely be able to bear it!"

"It's hard." Xinyu ruthlessly shattered the grandson's last hope, and said quietly: "The emperor is now in a coma, his pulse is gradually weakening, and his body temperature is also dropping... The situation is obviously getting worse."

"Then you are lucky!" Zhu Zhanji finally broke out, and shouted at Monk Chao Xinyu.

"If the arrow had been poisoned, or if the arrow had been shot right, the emperor would have died." Xinyu said with a look of reason: "How can I not die until now?"

"I'm going to kill you!" Zhu Zhanji lost his head and was about to draw his sword.

"You can't beat me." Xinyu was a little angry, thinking how this man is like this, I worked so hard to treat his grandfather, not only did I not thank him, but also revenged him.No wonder the master said that a companion is like a tiger. Although this guy is a grandson, he is also a dangerous little tiger.

"Let's transfuse the emperor's blood!" Seeing that Zhu Zhanji was completely out of control, Wang Xian's voice sounded.

"Uh..." Zhu Zhanji stopped immediately, looked at Wang Xian slowly, and said in a trembling voice, "Yes, such a simple method!"

Wang Xian had a wry smile on his face, and before he could speak, Xinyu said decisively: "No, people will die!"

"Oh?" Now it was Wang Xian's turn to be surprised, he looked at Monk Xinyu and said, "You know this method?!"

"Yeah." Xinyu said: "Master led the troops to fight back then, and I was a doctor in the army. Seeing that many soldiers died of blood loss despite their hands and feet intact, I thought about it for a long time, and I also thought of this method. Experiments were carried out on four wounded people."

"What's the result?" Zhu Zhanji asked.

"At first they all got better, but then they died very quickly, and the death was extremely painful." Xinyu chanted the Buddha's name and said: "Amitabha, it can be seen that one person's blood is another person's poison."

"Ah..." Zhu Zhanji was extremely disappointed.

"That's because you're unlucky." Wang Xian said in a deep voice, "None of the four wounded have the right blood type!"

"Blood type?!" Monk Xinyu stared wide-eyed, "What do you mean, is there still a type of blood?!"

"That's right." Wang Xian nodded and said, "There are several types of human blood. Only the same blood type can be matched. If a different blood type is transfused, the body will reject it."

"That's how it is!" Monk Xinyu said sincerely, "It's no wonder Master values ​​Junior Brother so much. It turns out that Junior Brother is an all-knowing sage!"

"Haha! Let me just say it! It's rare in this world to beat Wang Zhongde!" Zhu Zhanji excitedly put his arms around Wang Xian's arm, and asked excitedly, "So, how can I tell the... blood type of my grandpa?"

"Uh..." Wang Xian was stunned.

Everyone thought that 'Wang Daming' was thinking, and they didn't dare to take a breath.After a long time, a blade of grass was blown by the wind in front of everyone, Wang Xian sighed and said, "I don't know..."

Everyone fell to the ground in unison.

Wang Xian looked at it apologetically, His Royal Highness, who shed two lines of tears because of his emotional fluctuations, sighed and said, "Blood type does exist, but I don't know how to tell it apart." In fact, the silence just now , nor is he deliberately playing tricks.Instead, he was thinking that if he could use the method of elimination to find a universal blood donor with type 'O' blood from many people, he could save Zhu Di's life.

But after rehearsing it several times in his mind, he gave up. This method is too cruel, not to mention sacrificing many lives, and it is not something that can be figured out in three or two days.Looking at Zhu Di's appearance, whether he can make it through tonight is a question, and he can't wait until then!
So Wang Xian simply gave up.

"Then what do you say it does?" Zhu Zhanji actually laughed, it was a wry smile after being hit hard and in despair.

"I mean," Wang Xian sighed, "Try it, there is always a [-]-[-]% certainty. If you don't try, there is no hope at all."

"That's true." Xinyu said: "If the theory of junior brother's blood type is true, there is indeed... the possibility of a blind cat meeting a dead mouse."

"The words are rough and the rationale is not rough." Wang Xian looked at Zhu Zhanji, and said in a deep voice: "Your Highness, this is just my suggestion. It is up to you to decide whether to have a blood transfusion or not?!"

"Have I decided yet?!" Zhu Zhanji smiled wryly, "Can we afford it?!"

"That's nothing." Wang Xian glanced at Gao Tianliuyun, and said calmly, "There are only two outcomes, success or failure. If we succeed, we can come back. If we fail, it won't be worse than the current situation."

"That's right..." Zhu Zhanji's eyes straightened, and he said in his heart that such a simple account, how could I not understand it? !Seeing that Grandpa Huang's aura is getting weaker and weaker, I'm afraid there is no miracle.At this time, a dead horse is treated as a living horse doctor, and if it is cured, it will earn money, but if it is put to death, it will not pay anything.With bitterness in his mouth and trembling in his heart, he said, "We can only give it a try!"

"Then..." Monk Xinyu looked at the crowd and said, "Whose blood should I transfuse?" There is no shortage of strong men here, but who knows who can match up with the emperor.

"Of course it's me!" Zhu Zhanji felt that his question was ridiculous. Grandpa Huang is the real dragon emperor, and his blood is flowing in him. Only his own blood can match him!How can the blood of ordinary people become? !
"Your Highness is indeed the most suitable." Wang Xian also agreed.Purely considering the blood relationship between the two, he believed that the possibility of matching was the greatest.And judging by the personality and style of the two men, they seem to be carved out of the same mold, and they probably have the same blood type... maybe.

Anyway, it's a matter of luck, so of course we have to choose the one with the highest hope!

The two with the highest status had the same opinion, and Monk Xinyu began to prepare for blood transfusion.Although his experiments back then failed, he has mastered the method of blood transfusion.

When Xinyu was preparing, Zhu Zhanji pulled Wang Xian aside, his dark face turned pale slightly, and asked in a low voice: "I said, I won't lose too much blood, should I die?"

"Donating blood is good for your health." Wang Xian comforted him and said, "I will watch over it, and nothing will happen to you."

"That's good, that's good." Zhu Zhanji heaved a sigh of relief.

"If you're really worried, let me do it..." Wang Xian had type O blood in his previous life, but who can tell in this life?

"Let me do it." Zhu Zhanji sighed, and whispered: "If Grandpa Huang really wakes up and knows that I didn't give him a blood transfusion, he will definitely kill me."

"Hey..." Wang Xianxin said yes, this is the sadness of being the emperor's grandson.

(End of this chapter)