A Hospital in Another World?-Chapter 520: When a Bloodline Meets a Silver Dragon Young Girl

"Give it some time? Draw true blood?"

As Viscount Seibesh began to close his eyes, regulate his breathing, gather his energy, and a faint glow started to emerge around him, Garrett quickly interrupted:

"No! Just like this, let me try first!"

Why need so much true blood?

You squeeze the blood out, and I still have to centrifuge and dilute it. During the experiment, only a little is used, and most of it is wasted. Rather than that, why not try with this bit of blood right now!

Drawing blood, injecting into a test tube, onto the centrifuge. Clamp it, adjust, balance, start—

After the buzzing sound for a while, at the bottom of the test tube, a thin layer of dark red.

Less than half a centimeter.

This thickness, it looks hard to draw even with a pipette.

"Ah, my friend—do you need my help?"

Viscount Seibesh asked in an exaggerated, lyrical tone. Garrett shrugged at him and summoned a vine that touched the bottom of the test tube.

Then, the top of the vine opened up, revealing a small flower-shaped fine serration, and bit down hard.

Immediately, a small hole opened at the bottom of the glass. The vine, thin as a hair, cleverly drilled in, swept around, sucked lightly, and visibly thinned the layer of dark red.

The vine withdrew in reverse. Garrett casually threw a mage trick and repaired the test tube as if nothing had happened.

On the other side, the blood cells drawn by the vine had already fallen into saline and dispersed.

One end blood cells, the other serum. Garrett lined up four standard blood samples, separating cells and serum, cross-matching blood:

Hmm, primary agglutination, secondary agglutination... primary agglutination, secondary non-agglutination...

"Your blood type is this! It matches!" Garrett, holding two test tubes, exclaimed joyfully to the young bloodline across:

"Look, primary non-agglutination, secondary also non-agglutination! You can really test blood types!—Speaking of which, do you want to try a blood transfusion?"

Half an hour later, Viscount Seibesh lay on the treatment table, resting his cheek on one hand, the other arm stretched out to Garrett, sighing.

"I must be under your spell... definitely... dear friend, your ’Charm Human’ is too skilled, it can even affect me..."

"’Charm Human’ doesn’t work on bloodlines." Garrett coldly refuted. At the same time, he poked a needle into his brachial vein, connected to a blood bottle.

The blood bottle, made from a temporarily modified glass test tube, had a vine connected to it, dangling leisurely, meeting the needle. Inside the test tube, fresh red blood swayed slightly, less than a finger’s volume—

5 milliliters. No more.

Injecting heterotypic blood, 10 to 15 milliliters, could cause hemolysis. Over the years, these basic facts, Garrett remembered clearly.

Although the physiology of bloodlines differs from humans, powerful bloodlines, it is said, can suppress hemolysis with strength. Still, it’s better not to take risks the first time.

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Blood droplets fell one by one, infuriatingly slow. For the first time giving a blood transfusion to a bloodline, Garrett strictly adhered to the procedures, 15 drops per minute. Better more than less.

Even as Viscount Seibesh complained incessantly, almost jumping up and down, Garrett kept a straight face and denied him repeatedly. Not allowed, not allowed, still not allowed—

"Either follow my pace! Or pull out the needle and leave, this project ends here! Two options, no third way!"

Viscount Seibesh reluctantly agreed. Garrett then comforted him:

"Remember this procedure. Every detail has its reason, every detail is to ensure no major issues occur, or if issues arise, there is room for emergency intervention..."

"Wait!"

Suddenly, His Excellency the Viscount leaped up. He excitedly waved his hands, spittle flying:

"This way of transfusion really works! Extremely effective!—Dear friend, direct blood infusion into the veins works much better than drinking it! At least five times better! Five times!"

He trembled with excitement. A five-fold difference meant less blood needed, quicker recovery;

It meant with the same amount of blood slaves, he could sustain five times the descendants;

It meant stronger combat power, higher status, more favor from family elders;

It meant, his speed of becoming an Earl, even a Marquis, might be advanced by two hundred years, a hundred years, or even fifty years!

Garrett also jumped up. Lunging forward, he grabbed His Excellency’s wildly waving arms:

"Don’t

move! The needle shifted! Blood! Blood!"

This damn place doesn’t have an indwelling needle!—Even if there was one, it couldn’t withstand such jumping!

Garrett angrily threw a glare at Viscount Seibesh, picking up needles from the ground. With all this flailing, the needle had already slipped from his arm, flew out, and hit the wall, rolling on the ground several times.

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