Huo Yao didn't explain much, just said: "Can I borrow the biological laboratory of your hospital?"
Seeing that Huo Yao didn't want to say more, the dean nodded tactfully and said, "Okay, what's the point of asking?"
He knew that although Master Feng's operation was successful, the biggest crisis has not yet been overcome.
Once a living person is in the low temperature state of liquid nitrogen for too long, the body's immune system and tissue cells will gradually die.
If the temperature of the person is not restored within 24 hours, and the matching blood is not supplied in time, the final outcome is still death.
Huo Yao's eyes drifted away, and after a while, she said: "Artificial blood."
"Artificial hematopoiesis?!" The dean's eyes opened wide, "Not to mention that Feng Ye's blood is inherently special, and the artificial hematopoietic technology is not yet mature, and there are still many disadvantages. can be applied directly to patients."
"It's not practical!" The dean shook his head again and again.
He understood the little girl's desire to save her relatives, but artificial blood production was simply not feasible.
What's more, it is aimed at a special blood type, let alone 24 hours, 24 months may not be able to research it.
"I have my own method. Don't worry about it. You just need to borrow a laboratory from me." Huo Yao spoke while looking at Uncle Changfeng who was walking quickly from the other end of the corridor.
In a few seconds, he walked in front of Huo Yao and the dean, and looked into the ward through the glass window, "How is Lord Feng doing now?"
"Uncle will be fine." Huo Yao replied in a low voice.
The dean next to him sighed softly at this moment, and replied to Huo Yao's words just now, "Okay, I'll arrange someone to make room for you now."
Huo Yao nodded, "Thank you."
The dean shook his head, "You're welcome."
The whole hospital belongs to Huo's family, so what is a laboratory.
Huo Yao looked at Uncle Changfeng whose eyes were bloodshot, raised his hand and patted him on the shoulder, and repeated again: "It will be fine."
Huo Changfeng turned his head and met Huo Yao's calm eyes, and the worries in his heart seemed to calm down at this moment.
He nodded, "Yes."
Huo Yao soon left with the dean.
**
After entering the laboratory, Huo Yao refused everyone's help and stayed inside alone.
She glanced at the equipment in the laboratory, which she had never actually touched before.
But it doesn't matter, she has always been a quick learner.
Huo Yao took out his mobile phone from his pocket, switched directly to computer mode, and quickly entered a series of codes on the void keyboard with his fingers.
Soon, numbers and characters were constantly jumping on the projection screen, and after five minutes, the screen finally entered an interface that looked like the main page of a computer.
Huo Yao looked at the familiar interface in front of her, and paused for a second before she clicked on an encrypted storage disk.
After entering the password, the storage disk was easily opened, but there was nothing inside.
Huo Yao frowned, and checked whether there was a hidden program with the program, and the result showed that the information in it did not exist.
More precisely, even the source of the document has been shredded.
Huo Yao's heart sank slightly.
The technology of artificial hematopoiesis is indeed immature and stable in this era, and there is still a certain degree of rejection, but this technology will be widely used in the next hundred years.
It's just... why was the perfect technical data kept in the clan destroyed
(end of this chapter)