Blood transfusion!

Not only was Song Qiyu so shocked, but even several women's screams came from behind the curtain.

"Yes, it's blood transfusion."

Nodded, Shi Yiwen said.

"Since the wife is shock caused by excessive blood loss, if you want to save her, in addition to rehydration, blood transfusion is the most direct and effective way."

Although he knew how incredible blood transfusion was for people of this era, Shi Yiwen, who was determined to treat patients, did not think so much.

"Where does the blood come from?"

A woman's voice came from behind the curtain.

"If the blood is drawn from another healthy human body and the amount is not large, it will not have any impact on the person who donated the blood."

"Sir, use my blood."

Although I thought this method was too incredible, Song Qiyu still did not hesitate at all.

"Young Master Song, it's not someone who wants to use the blood. The blood seems the same, but in fact there are some differences. There are... differences in blood types. If the blood types do not match, a blood transfusion reaction will occur. Blood transfusion will not only fail to save people, but will also cause a blood transfusion reaction, causing the patient to die. Therefore, some tests are needed before blood transfusion."

"How do you test this blood type?"

Song Qiyu's problem made Shi Yiwen stunned, and he suddenly smiled bitterly. He really didn't know how to test blood type without reagents and test strips. You should know that this identification of blood type was not discovered until 1920 by the pathologist Landsteiner of the University of Vienna, Austria. This was the discovery that won him the Nobel Prize.

"There is no rush to conduct the test now."

Unable to find a suitable reason. Shi Yiwen had to remove the patient's condition as a cover-up, and then directly tucked the strip on his arm, then took out a large syringe and stabbed it into the blood vessel.

"You're this?"

Song Qiyu said in surprise.

"Use my blood, I am...universal blood, no test is required."

When he was in college, Shi Yiwen once gave blood. He knew that he had type O blood and a universal blood donor. He was dedicated to treating patients, but he did not think so much, so he decided to donate blood to save people.

Shi Yiwen didn't know that his actions caused a stir in Song Qiyu's heart. It was not only these incredible treatment methods, but more importantly, the friendship. For the ancients, the body and hair were extremely precious, but now Shi Yiwen used his own blood to save his wife. At this time, Song Qiyu could no longer describe her inner feelings except gratitude.

Regardless of whether the wife can be saved in the end, this huge favor is considered to be a owed. If the wife is saved, it is also a kind of recreation of grace.

300 ml of blood was injected into the salt water bag. Under Shi Yiwen's guidance, the maid stabbed the plug of the infusion tube into the blood bag.

After finishing his work, Shi Yiwen finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"These blood should be almost enough."

Looking at Shi Yiwen with a pale face, Song Qiyu was about to speak, and Shi Yiwen said first.

"Young Master Song, there are a few pills here. If your wife wakes up later, she will take one pill every day for five consecutive days."

The medicine is just a few pills of head cells, which are just ordinary antibiotics in later generations, but in this era there is no doubt that it is a miracle drug. The harsh medical and health conditions in this era have caused countless mothers to die from postpartum wound infection. In this era when antibiotics were not invented and bacteria were not resistant to drugs, these pills of head cells should be enough to fight against the bacteria of this era.

"Doctor Shi, I..."

Looking at Shi Yiwen, Song Qiyu was so excited that he could hardly speak, not only because he saw the incredible medical skills, but more because of his inner gratitude.

Just here, a maid shouted in surprise behind the curtain.

"Young master, young master, young grandma woke up, young grandma woke up..."

The surprise shouts behind the curtain made Song Qiyu, who was already moved, kneel down on the ground with a "thump" and say excitedly while giving a big gift.

"The miracle doctor is recreated from my Song family, and I am recreated from my kindness..."

Shi Yiwen hurriedly bent down to help him.

"Young Master Song, what is this doing? There is no need to do this, no need to..."

When he reached out to help Song Qiyu up, Shi Yiwen felt dizzy as soon as he exerted force.

Oops!

He had not rested for a day and a night, and was already exhausted. After giving out his blood, he was extremely weak and felt dizzy when he exerted force. He felt dark and fainted.

"Doctor Shi, Doctor Shi, what's wrong with you..."

When his consciousness dissipated, Shi Yiwen seemed to hear Song Qiyu's scream, and then he lost consciousness.

When I opened my eyes again, what came into my ears was the chirping birds.

"Where is this?"

After looking at this quaint room, Shi Yiwen remembered it after a moment.

Traveled through time by myself.

In confusion, yesterday's scenes emerged in my mind again, and I raised my hand to look at the purple needle at the eye of my arm. Shi Yiwen couldn't help but smile and sighed.

"Hey, I don't know how Miss Song is doing now."

At this moment, the door was pushed open and a palm-sized head poked in from the door.

Seeing that this man got up at some point, the maid who looked only fourteen or fifteen years old with her buns, opened her eyes and trotted in, and said in a soft voice:

"My doctor, are you awake? I'll go and tell the young master..."

Shi Yiwen then noticed the little maid running into the room.

Master?

Is this the Song family?

Before he could come to his senses, the maid's delicate shouts came from outside the window.

"Young Master, Master, look, the miracle doctor has woken up, the miracle doctor has woken up..."

Then the beautiful little maid leaned her head from the door and said to Shi Yiwen.

"Young Master is here, miracle doctor, you don't know. The young master has been staying in this room all night yesterday. If the master hadn't rushed back and went to welcome the master, you would have looked at the young master as soon as you woke up."

When the little girl's words fell, Song Qiyu's joyful voice came from outside the door.

"Dad, the miracle doctor has woken up..."

As soon as he entered the room, he saw that Shi Yiwen had already sat up. Song Qiyu said anxiously.

"My doctor, lie down quickly, lie down quickly, don't hurt your body again!"

Song Qiyu was sincerely caring.

"Young Master Song, it's not a problem, it's not a problem. Yesterday I was just tired..."

When Shi Yiwen explained, the old man who followed Song Qiyu in had already walked to the bed and said.

"My doctor, take a break."

When his father and he persuaded the miracle doctor to rest, Song Qiyu introduced.

"My doctor, this is my father."

"I, Song Renjie, just came back from another place. When I entered the door, I heard the great kindness of the miracle doctor to my Song family. How can I repay such great kindness?”

"Doctors are kind and can cure diseases and save lives. Mr. Song, please do not say anything about repaying them again."

Shi Yiwen, who could not compete for the father and son, had to sit on the bed and smiled at them.

"The miracle doctor is kind and righteous!"

Song Renjie bowed again and saluted.

"Uncle Defu!"

He turned around and greeted the old man who had been following him, with a very polite tone.

"You go and bring this trip to Liaodong and always pick up two boxes."

Then he turned around and said to Shi Yiwen.

"The miraculous doctor is very good at medical skills. I dare not show off my skills in front of the miraculous doctor. Those century-old ginseng were bought when they went to Liaodong to do business. They said they were good products for replenishing qi and blood. Please accept them."

Before Shi Yiwen could postpone it, Song Renjie said again.

"Do not postpone it, whether it is for your own use or to save people, it is just showing some of my wishes!"

Faced with Song Renjie's kindness, Shi Yiwen had to accept it with a smile. Moreover, he was also very curious about the century-old old ginseng.

Considering the "weakness" of the miracle doctor, the Song family father and son quickly said goodbye, and before leaving, he still told Shi Yiwen to just take a good rest.
Chapter completed!