However, the fusion agent was not so easy to make. Huo Yao almost never came out after entering the laboratory.
It wasn't until eleven o'clock the next morning that she opened the door of the laboratory, still holding a transparent potion in her hand.
The dean has come to look at it several times, and finally waited for Huo Yao to come out, and hurriedly asked: "How is it? Is it all right?"
"Okay." Huo Yao's voice was a little hoarse, and his eyes were even more red and bloodshot.
When the dean heard this, he breathed a sigh of relief, "Master Feng's condition has begun to become unstable. If the body temperature is not restored to normal, even if the blood is transfused in time at the end, there may be many complications in the body. "
"I know." Huo Yao nodded.
At this time, the dean's eyes fell on the potion she was holding, pointed at it, and said, "This is the blood fusion potion you mentioned earlier?"
"En." Huo Yao took out his mobile phone and sent a message to Shangguan Yun to prepare for the blood draw, and walked towards the ward without any further delay, "Let's try it first."
The dean scratched his hair, feeling that he had been constantly being refreshed with new knowledge for the past two days.
The method of substituting low-temperature salt water for blood to save people is nothing more than that. There have been related papers in the world, but blood fusion agents are crazy.
The dean quickly followed Huo Yao.
**
Huo Yao first went to the ward to check on her uncle's situation, and then went to the next room.
At this time, the nurse was drawing Shangguan Yun's blood, and it looked like about 500 milliliters had been drawn.
His face looked less rosy than before, and he was obviously less energetic.
"Sister, you're here." Shangguan Yun lay on the hospital bed with a submissive smile on his lips.
Huo Yao glanced past the young man's pale face, and then glanced at the blood bag next to him. After humming lightly, he pulled a chair next to him and sat down beside the bed, "Does it hurt?"
"I want to say it hurts, sister, will you treat me better in the future?" Shangguan Yun said with a grin.
Also because of his half-joking words, the atmosphere in the room was not so dignified.
Huo Yaojing glanced at the young man, and it was rare that he didn't slap him, "Yes."
"You suddenly become so gentle, I'm not used to it." Shangguan Yun scratched his head, flattered.
Is he still a potential masochist? Born to love being roughed up
Huo Yao glanced at Shangguan Yun, "Stop talking nonsense."
Shangguan Yun immediately shut up.
With the loss of blood in his body, he began to feel dizzy and couldn't lift his hands.
Another five minutes passed, and Shangguan Yun's eyelids were half closed, but he still gritted his teeth and remained silent.
"I can't smoke anymore, he will go into shock if he smokes again." The nurse next to him said worriedly.
Even an adult who draws thousands of milliliters of blood at once in a short period of time will not be able to hold on, let alone a teenager.
"It's okay, I'm okay." Shangguan Yun opened his eyelids again, he knew that his sister's relatives were in urgent need of blood, and the current draw was definitely not enough.
"I really can't smoke anymore..." The nurse turned to look at Huo Yao again, "Something will happen."
Huo Yao didn't speak, but his fingers on his knees tightened tightly, until another five minutes later, he finally stood up and pulled out the needle in his hand.
"Sister... you can continue, I can do it." At this time, Shangguan Yun's consciousness had actually begun to slacken, and what he said was also due to that persistence.
Huo Yao's throat was very dry, so he just pulled the quilt beside him and covered the young man lightly, and said in a low voice, "You are also my brother."
There is no reason to sacrifice one person to save another.
(end of this chapter)