Entering the side hall.

When Hu Sanniang saw the lord entering the hall, she stood up quickly, clasped her fists slightly at Song Shijiang, and called softly: "Brother, why is it that brother coming in?"

Song Shijiang smiled and said, "San Sister, what's wrong with the second mother?"

"I'm still unconscious and never woke up." Hu Sanniang's fair face was full of worry.

During the conversation between the two, the miraculous doctor An Daoquan opened the medicine box next to the couch and took out a thin thread from it. The thin thread was clearly a thick silver needle about three feet long. The two ends were sharp and the middle was thick. An Daoquan said proudly: "This silver tube is hollow, it took me a lot of effort to make it."

Song Shijiang looked at the white and black silver needle in An Daoquan's hand, and couldn't help but frown and said to himself: "This silver needle seems to be a blood transfusion. I guess he used this needle to transfusion blood for those individuals. Is this hygienic?" He immediately remembered the infectious diseases caused by the reuse of medical devices in later generations.

Song Shijiang said: "Mysterious Doctor, did this silver tube give those people blood in the beginning?"

"Of course. I tried it several times, and my life worked. Don't worry, lord." An Daoquan was quite determined. He was the only one in Xinglin in the world who had this tool and technology.

Song Shijiang smiled bitterly. He was not worried about An Daoquan's technology. Even if An Daoquan doesn't know, he has seen a doctor who has transfusions and can do it by fumble. At worst, he can only pierce a few more times, which will hurt a little. What he is worried about is the insecurity of the silver tube. Song Shijiang asked: "Is there any silver tube that has never been used?"

An Daoquan was surprised and said, "Lord, it's not easy to make this silver tube. It took my boss's effort and silver. This was done by asking a silversmith to blow it in the Song Dynasty. There is no second one in the world. How can there be new one?...Oh... I dislike the uncle's blood for those who pinch the birds' blood? I have burned this silver tube many times on the fire, so my lord has no worries."

That's all, Song Shijiang shook his head. Then he asked Hu Sanniang to help remove his armor, leaving only the middle clothes. He rolled up his sleeves, sat on the head of the bed, and quietly looked at the miraculous doctor An Daoquan.

An Daoquan held the silver needle in his hand, fearing that the lord would be shocked by such a blood transfusion technique, so he comforted him: "Lord, it's just that the silver needle is piercing into the lord's blood, just like a needle, so don't worry too much."

Song Shijiang nodded and smiled and said, "The miracle doctor is just a blood transfusion. Don't worry about someone."

An Daoquan nodded and praised: "The lord is indeed a very human being. When those birds saw my silver needle piercing into their blood vessels, they were all scared to death. I was collecting blood from fainting..."

"Haha, compare me with them... Stop talking nonsense, let's get a blood transfusion..." Song Shijiang cursed with a smile.

Andaoquan laughed loudly, so he stopped talking, and used his hand to fly, using the magical skill of blood transfusion. The hollow silver needle, which was more than three feet tall, pierced into the arms of Song Shijiang and Sun Erniang. Song Shijiang saw that the miracle doctor was pierced into the arm vein, and he couldn't help but nodded slightly. After all, the miracle doctor was a miracle doctor. Although there was no modern medical theory, the general medical theory remained unchanged. Song Shijiang sat cross-legged on the couch with his eyes closed and his position was slightly higher, and the bright red blood was injected from the hollow silver needle into Sun Erniang's body from his body.

The miraculous doctor An Daoquan looked solemn, and his warm fingers pressed the blood vessels on Song Shijiang's arm, controlling the blood flow rate, and constantly paying attention to the reactions of Song Shijiang and Sun Erniang.

Wu Song shouted loudly on the side: "Lord, let Brother Zhang Qing kowtow. The lord's kindness and virtue of the lord should be worshipped."

Song Shijiang shook his head and said with a smile: "Brother Zhang Qing, brother Wu Song, the one who should thank you is a miracle doctor. He is a miracle doctor who is a miracle doctor's magical skill. He only gave some blood. What's the point of blood being able to resurrect?"

"After leaving, go in and see Erniang, she may be about to wake up."

When Zhang Qing heard this, he stood up quickly and hurried into the side hall to serve Sun Erniang.

The rest of the people surrounded the lord, all worried and curious, and asked questions, making a lot of noise.

Seeing this, Chen Gong shook his sleeves with wide clothes and shouted: "Generals, the lord has just lost blood and is extremely weak and needs a rest urgently. We will let the lord rest first, and it will not be too late to speak when the lord recovers."

Song Shijiang was indeed deeply tired. He nodded and said, "I'll go to rest first. Please trouble the two military advisors and generals for any matter." After that, Da Qiao and Hu Sanniang helped him to the back hall.
Chapter completed!