"Roll !!"

Two explosions in the clearing exploded almost at the same time! Ren Qing, who originally came with a murderous aura, immediately changed his painting style, turned around and left......

There's no way, he can ignore Xiao Han's anger, but Sun Simiao's... Ahem, give the old fairy a face, after all, in this world, even Li Yuan will give Sun Simiao face.

may be because they jointly scolded Ren Qing, and the original tense atmosphere was also relaxed.

Sun Simiao and Xiao Han glanced at each other, and they both smiled helplessly.

After laughing, Sun Simiao suddenly asked Xiao Han: "Is there really no way to get the best of both worlds?" ”

Xiao Han hesitated, thinking about the large number of people who died due to blood transfusion in the early days of Western medicine, he couldn't help but send a cold shiver, and replied cautiously: "This, there should be none." Because as far as I know, these things are gradually perfected and can be used by people after eating countless lives. Now, first, there are no suitable utensils, and second, you and I will not take so many people to fill in, difficult, difficult, difficult! ”

Xiao Han said three difficulties in a row, which made Sun Simiao a little sad, but thinking of the medical changes it could bring, he gritted his teeth and asked, "Have you ever seen a perfect medical technique?" How effective is it? ”

"This ......" Xiao Han heard Sun Simiao ask like this, first hesitated, and then nodded and replied: "I... I think I've seen it! And after it is perfected, it is indeed a very commonly used treatment method. ”

Sun Simiao wouldn't ask Xiao Han where he had seen it and how. After all, there are too many unreasonableness about Xiao Han, maybe Daomen is very interested in Xiao Han's past, but he only cares about the present!

With a fierce palm, Sun Simiao grabbed Xiao Han as if he had made a decision: "That's it!" If it's really what you say, then sooner or later, it will appear anyway! It is better to appear late than early, and as for the dangerous sacrifice, it will happen sooner or later! Instead of letting a guy like Ren Qing kill more people, it's better for you and me to work together, and maybe we can minimize the damage! ”

Sun Simiao's words were categorical, and Xiao Han, who was still a little hesitant, suddenly became enlightened at this time!

Indeed, the ostrich mentality is unacceptable! Some things don't happen if you bury your head, they definitely happen!

Difficulties, always there! And now I have strong financial and material resources!

Sun Simiao in front of him has the world's most superb medical skills, it's really a big deal, find a monkey to do the experiment! Anyway, there are many monkeys in the Qinling Mountains, and the six sons who have recently watched the medicine field have caught several of them, and using them instead of people to experiment in the most dangerous places will reduce the guilt a lot!

Thinking about it, there is nothing to scruple about! As soon as he told Sun Simiao about his thoughts, Sun Simiao immediately stroked his beard and praised it! As soon as he pulled Xiao Han up, he was about to go to his Taoist temple.

"Wait, we haven't eaten yet!" Xiao Han hugged a small tree and tried to resist, but Sun Simiao's strength was so great that even the small tree was dragged like a good bow.

"Let go! You can eat whenever you want, if you're too hungry, I've got dry bread there! ”

Since Sun Simiao heard that he could replace people with monkeys, the scruples in his heart disappeared immediately! At this moment, it is itchy and unbearable, so let Xiao Han go to eat again? If you want to sleep again after eating, then don't you rush him to death?

However, it was good that he didn't mention the dry cakes, and when he mentioned them, Xiao Han hugged the tree tighter, and shouted in his throat: "The dry cakes in your house?" Forget it! That dry cake is harder than my teeth! ”

"Then let your cook make some and send them over!" Sun Simiao didn't want to wait for a minute.

Xiao Han hates the ancients very much! This made him, who had been accustomed to doing things step by step since he was a child, very unaccustomed to it.

Sun Simiao finally let go, gave Xiao Han a little time to instruct the fat cook, and then dragged Xiao Han to his Taoist temple without waiting for Xiao Han to finish saying the taste he wanted.

The big cow in the hall has been fooled by Xiao Han to go to Qinling to dig Sanqi, so it seems a little lonely now.

Pushing aside the table full of medicinal herbs, Xiao Han began to write down the only remaining knowledge and problems from his memory under Sun Simiao's watch.

The charcoal pen in his hand is as easy to use as ever, and Sun Simiao now likes to use this simple writing utensil.

It's just that its requirements for paper are too high, ordinary rice paper is easy to be pierced by the tip of the pen, and it is estimated that only Xiao Han is willing to spend a lot of money to buy so much hard paper.

The concept of blood is too complicated, Xiao Han himself knows only half of it, so he naturally doesn't dare to write nonsense. So now he can only list the concepts and problems of blood transfusion bit by bit.

A lot of things, not listed, really can't imagine how complicated it will be!

Xiao Han originally just wanted to write a general argument one by one, but he didn't expect to write more and more, and the more he wrote, the more detailed he became!

Later, the fat cook sent the roast chicken over, and Xiao Han was still thinking about it while continuing to write.

By this time, there were already several pages of paper full of words next to him.

Sun Simiao has been standing behind Xiao Han, and the fat cook came in, he just took the roast chicken, and waved his hand to let the fat cook retreat. It was difficult to see Xiao Han's serious appearance, he didn't want anyone to disturb Xiao Han.

Finally, I don't know if it was finally written, or the smell of roast chicken woke up Xiao Han.

Xiao Han, who was originally struggling to write, suddenly threw the charcoal in his hand, then stretched his waist, glanced at the chicken in Sun Simiao's hand, and then rushed to the basin to wash his hands, broke off a chicken wing and began to fight.

"Done?" Sun Simiao put the plate on the table, picked up a piece of paper and asked Xiao Han.

Xiao Han stuffed meat in his mouth and replied vaguely: "That's all I can remember, let's solve these things first, no one dares to say that they can find all the problems!" ”

Sun Simiao nodded when he heard this, and began to look at the paper in his hand.

This page is written with all kinds of utensils, which at first glance look strange, but when you think about it carefully, it makes sense, and people have to admire the people who can invent these utensils!

With a silent sigh, Sun Simiao cleaned up the other papers on the table. Xiao Han's eating appearance was too bold, which made him a little afraid that Xiao Han would swallow the paper as a condiment.

"Let's eat together, you're welcome! It smells so good! ”

Xiao Han was also hungry at this time, and while munching, he pushed the roast chicken in front of Sun Simiao.

In the past, he felt very incredible when he saw Lao Dao eating meat, but now, he is used to it, and if there is any good thing, he will leave a little for Sun Simiao. Of course, in addition to being too weird, Sun Simiao did not refuse.

Seeing Xiao Han divide the meat, Sun Simiao shook his head lightly, indicating that he was not hungry.

Then while looking through the various questions written by Xiao Han, he asked with some surprise: "You say, there are roughly four kinds of human blood?" Father and son, mother and son have different blood types? ”

"Hmm... Now it's not four, there should be only three! ”

Xiao Han was gnawing on chicken bones, and suddenly remembered that it was now in the Tang Dynasty! That is because the AB type blood produced by the fusion of Mongolians and Caucasians has not yet appeared, which means that there are only three types of blood now, among which there is universal blood type O!

This is great news, Xiao Han immediately put down his bones, and explained to Sun Simiao with great interest: "A person's blood type is indeed passed down from his parents, but because the blood types of his parents are different, his children may inherit his father's or his mother's. It's nonsense to cut off relatives based on blood type! It's like that drop of blood to recognize relatives, there is really no basis. ”