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"Tatars, you are going to draw my blood......"

Noble and beautiful Isabel. Countess Deneuve stared at the Tatar in front of her with her mouth open, her big eyes flashing as if she was about to shed tears.

The Tatar, who seemed to be a doctor, Zhu Jishi, pricked her finger with a sewing needle he had taken from the maidservant Lucy and took away a drop of her blood - supposedly to test her blood type. Although I didn't understand what it meant, the countess still let the other party prick herself with a needle, uh, in fact, the countess was not very afraid of pain, and she thought it was quite funny.

It's just that the Doctor Tatar was fiddling for a while with a microscope (borrowed from Dr. Blomstein) and a few pieces of glass from a few people in the house, including Doctor Tatar himself, Isabel, Dr. Blomstein, Will. After the blood samples taken from Haiming, Qiu Fatzi and the three servants, they actually announced that their blood type was the same as that dead fat man, so they had to draw their own blood! He also brought a large-looking glass to hold blood......

"Tartars, can't you use my blood?" Will. Hemming stood tall in front of Isabel and rolled up his sleeves like a man, revealing his strong muscles.

"No, the wrong blood transfusion will kill the fat man." After patiently explaining the blood transfusion and blood type, Zhu Jishi assured Isabel that a small amount of blood would not harm her health.

"Tatars, you mean how many special types of human blood there are?" For the first time, the old doctor Blomstein had heard such a theory, "Who came up with this theory?" How come I haven't heard of it? ”

This set of theories...... I actually summed up this set of theories! "Zhu Jishi originally wanted to report to Karl. Landsteiner's name, but when I think about it, it seems that it is 1842, and the Austrian medical scientist has probably not yet been born, so he has a clear conscience to steal this great discovery at the Nobel Prize level for himself.

"You summed it up? Will it work? Blomstein looked at Zhu Jishi with suspicion.

"Okay, won't you know if you try it?" Zhu Jishi pointed to the fat man who was tied to the table and was humming, "If you don't want him to die, do as I say." ”

Dr. Blomsteain and Will. Hemming's eyes were all on Isabel, and the countess hesitated for a moment, looked at Zhu Jishi with resentful eyes, and stretched out an arm. "Tatars, transfuse my blood to Robert!"

Zhu Jishi looked at the countess's expression, and saw that the old doctor and the young man who had caused trouble were all suspicious, and said in his heart: "Rescuing this dead fat man is probably the first test after he came to 1842 inexplicably, right?" If he could be saved, this fat man surnamed Churchill and the flowery countess in front of him would not be difficult to gain a foothold in Europe in 1842 as long as he gave himself a little lift. As for the future, we can only take one step at a time. ”

There were no accidents in the process of drawing blood, although Zhu Jishi's hands and feet were very heavy, and the needles used to draw blood were a little frighteningly thick (the metalworking process of this era could probably only make such thick needles). However, the countess still gritted her teeth and let Zhu Jishi prick her twice, and pumped a full 400CC of blood, but she didn't cry, which made Zhu Jishi impressed.

"Tartars, is this really possible?" Taking a wine glass full of blood from Zhu Jishi's hand, old Bronstein felt as if he was a cultist, and the fat man who had been washed and tied there seemed to be some kind of sacrifice.

"There is no problem with blood transfusions, just follow my instructions and use a syringe to draw the blood from the cup into Mr. Churchill's veins." Although Zhu Jishi was full of confidence in his words, he was also muttering in his heart. The blood draw just now and the blood transfusion later are all used with a syringe, and the needles are not even changed! Who knows if there will be an infectious disease that will be transmitted through the bloodstream?

"What about the surgery? Are you really sure? Dr. Blomstein asked hesitantly. In fact, I am ready to be expelled from the British Army, he is a senior military doctor of the Royal Guards Cavalry Brigade where Qiu Fatzi is located, Qiu Fatzi is the brigade commander's aide-de-camp, and today he was forcibly pulled over by Qiu Fatzi to be a dueling notary! But it's not the Middle Ages anymore, and duels are against the law. It is also illegal to be a dueling notary, and if Mr. Churchill is really dead, he will probably have to resign immediately to save his dignity.

"Dr. Blomstein, Dr. Tatar, the scalpel, hemostats and sutures are all taken care of." The maid named Lucy came over with a plate of surgical tools. This red-haired English girl is quite clever and does the work of a "nurse" well. According to Zhu Jishi's instructions just now, she boiled the scalpel, hemostats, and the needles that will be used to sew her stomach in boiling water, and wiped them several times with iodine wine and alcohol.

Zhu Jishi opened Ye Yiren's backpack and looked at the German version of the "Surgery" textbook inside, to be honest, he now has the urge to take out this book and read it again and then operate on Qiu Fatzi. But Zuihou endured it, because he knew very well the value of this book in this era! If you can gain a firm foothold in the UK, you only need to copy a few texts from it and send them to The Lancet (the most authoritative medical journal of this era), and maybe you will be able to make a name for yourself as an "Oriental Miracle Doctor"! So you can't take this book out and expose it now. As for the operation on Qiu Fatzi, there should be no problem, I have studied anatomy, forensic science and so on, isn't it just a knife to get a lead bullet, there must be no problem!

After some psychological hints, Zhu Jishi was no longer panicked, opened the medicine box in the backpack, and took out a pack of absorbable sutures and a pair of disposable rubber gloves. Seeing Zhu Jishi put on his gloves, Blomsteain said in a low voice: "This glove is very chic, what is it made of?" ”

"Rubber." When Zhu Jishi said this term, he remembered that vulcanized rubber had probably not been invented yet! If you have time to register a patent, you might be able to sell it for some money.

"Rubber?" Blomstein shook his head, apparently unaware that rubber could be used as a glove in addition to wiping pencil handwriting.

Zhu Jishi ignored him, took a surgical needle from Lucy that was not much different from the sewing needle, put on absorbable sutures, and then used another sewing needle to thread the silk thread provided by Blomsteain for backup. Zuihou took a brightly sharpened scalpel and walked to Qiu Fatzi.

"Tartar, are you really sure to save Robert?" Seeing that the fat man, who had pursued himself for many days and had been deceived by himself of many gifts, was about to be stabbed, the countess's tears fell like pearls with broken threads.

"Be sure! But stop calling me a Tatar, I have a name, my name is ...... Jason. Zhu Jishi did not dare to report his Chinese name, but reported his English name. And "Jason", an ordinary name that can no longer be ordinary, is also destined to spread throughout Europe in this era. However, at this time, Zhu Jishi would never have dreamed that he would soon have a very intimidating nickname - Jason the Ripper!

"Woo woo......" Qiu Fat Man also snorted twice when he heard "sure".

"Don't worry, Mr. Churchill, since God let me meet you, then you will not die!" There is some truth to that. The Churchill in history will definitely not be able to escape this catastrophe, and after Zhu Jishi crossed over, he happened to meet the seriously injured Qiu Fatzi, which was naturally destined in the dark, how could Qiu Fatzi be killed?