Mi Zhen had already put on her clothes under the maid's service. Suddenly, she heard Zhang Yan's voice coming from outside the door. Her heart suddenly became nervous and asked, "Is there anything...is there anything?"

"I heard you woke up, so I came here to see you..."

"No need to watch it, I'm fine." Mi Zhen was still angry because Zhang Yan deliberately scared her in the canyon, so when she heard his voice, she felt uncomfortable.

Zhang Yan stood outside the door and heard the sound from the room containing some gunpowder smell. He guessed that Mi Zhen was still angry about what happened yesterday.

It's no wonder that Mi Zhen was almost frozen to death, and Zhang Yan had an unshirkable responsibility.

"As long as you are good, but your brother is not that lucky..."

Zhang Yan stopped and turned around and walked. As soon as he took a step, the door behind him suddenly opened. Mi Zhen walked out of it and asked nervously: "You just said my brother? Are you talking about my second brother? Is he here too?"

"Yes." Zhang Yan didn't look back, but just replied softly.

Mi Zhen's emotions suddenly became excited. She grabbed Zhang Yan's arm and asked hurriedly: "Where is my second brother? How is he now?"

Yesterday, gold was robbed, and Mi Zhen was also present. Que Xuan killed all the people who escorted gold. Her second brother Mi Fang escaped seriously and even she was captured by Que Xuan. At that time, she saw Mi Fang shed a lot of blood and was worried about Mi Fang along the way. Now, when Zhang Yan suddenly heard about Mi Fang talk about Mi Fang, how could she not be nervous?

Zhang Yan turned his head and looked at Mi Zhen. This woman had a fairy-like appearance. Even when she became nervous, she looked so charming.

"If your brother hadn't been here yesterday, I wouldn't have known about the robbery of gold. I had ordered someone to treat your brother's injuries. But when your brother came, he was still unconscious because of excessive blood loss..."

Before Zhang Yan could finish his words, Mi Zhen couldn't wait to say, "Where is he? Take me to see!"

Zhang Yan took Mi Zhen to the room where Mi Fang was. As soon as they arrived at the door, the two of them smelled a strong smell of herbs, which made Mi Zhen’s already hanging heart feel a little heavier.

"Sir!" The gatekeeper saw Zhang Yan coming and immediately saluted.

"How is Mr. Mi?"

The gatekeeper replied, "I've been unconscious all the time."

"Open the door and I'll go in and take a look."

"Here!"

The gatekeeper pushed open the door and a pungent herbal smell came from the room, which was even stronger than before. Mi Fang was wrapped in a strap and lay quietly on the couch, with two people beside him decorating medicine for Mi Fang.

"Second brother!"

Seeing this scene, Mi Zhen could no longer control her inner feelings. She suddenly rushed to Mi Fang's couch. Seeing Mi Fang's face pale, she couldn't wake up, her breathing was weak, and she fell into deep self-blame.

In fact, Mi Fang is also a martial arts practitioner. He can ride horses, shoot archery, dance guns and sticks. If Mi Zhen hadn't been begging Mi Fang to take her out to see the world this time, perhaps with Mi Fang's skills, it would be completely fine to escape without any problems. But because of Mi Zhen, Mi Fang was injured by the robbers while protecting Mi Zhen.

Therefore, Mi Zhen had already burst into tears at this time, and the hot tears kept flowing down from her eyes, and she felt even more uncomfortable.

Seeing this, Zhang Yan said nothing and left everyone in the house. Even himself quietly left the room, wanting to give Mi Zhen and Mi Fang more time.

After leaving the room, Zhang Yan went straight to find the doctor who treated Mi Fang and asked, "Can Mr. Mi wake up?"

The doctor replied: "Master Qi, the injuries suffered by Mr. Mi are not serious, but he has lost too much blood. Whether he can wake up from his coma can only depend on his own luck."

Zhang Yan sighed deeply and said with emotion: "Oh! In such a big Pengcheng, isn't there anyone who can use a good doctor?"

After hearing this, the doctor said ashamed: "Sir, my medical skills are not good, and I can't help you solve your problems. I'm really ashamed."

"Forget it, you can't blame me."

"Sir, although my medical skills are not good and I cannot help you solve them, my master is very good at medical skills. Any difficult and complicated diseases will be solved as soon as they are in his hands. It just so happened that my master came to Pengcheng yesterday. As long as I go to find my master and invite him here, I believe that it won't take long before Mr. Mi will wake up from his coma."

Zhang Yan hurriedly said, "Then what are you waiting for? Go and invite your master here!"

"Yes, sir."

Zhang Yan looked at the doctor's back as he left and sighed softly. In fact, modern medicine generally uses blood transfusion to deal with patients with excessive blood loss. But at this time, there was no vessel for blood transfusion. Even if Zhang Yan could think of the method of blood transfusion, it would not be possible.

He was waiting quietly in the government office. After about half an hour, the doctor arrived with an old man with a long hair and a young face.

"I'm paying homage to you!" As soon as the old man saw Zhang Yan, he immediately bowed.

Zhang Yan couldn't wait to walk forward, grabbed the old man's arm, turned around and walked: "Follow me!"

If the old man had not been nimble and had his legs and feet, Zhang Yan would have to pull the old man to the ground.

Zhang Yan pulled the old man and walked into Mi Fang's house. Seeing Mi Zhen lying on the edge of the bed, his sadness could not be expressed. He ignored Mi Zhen and walked to Mi Fang's couch and said to the old man: "Is there a way to wake him up?"

The old man just glanced at Mi Fang casually and said, "On the way here, I have heard from the stubborn man that the patient was caused by excessive blood loss. The only feasible way is to use blood to replenish blood."

"Use blood to replenish blood?" After hearing this, Zhang Yan suddenly became interested, "What does it mean?"

"It's just to make up the patient with the blood he lost." The old man said.

"You mean, give him a blood transfusion?" Zhang Yan was surprised and his jaw was about to fall off. He never expected that in this world, someone would think of a blood transfusion method.

"Blood transfusion? Well, it's not wrong for you to say this."

Seeing that the old man had nothing to bring when he came, Zhang Yan asked again: "But you didn't bring anything, and there was nothing to let you have blood transfusion..."

"Haha, Ah Fan, take out the things I asked you to find." The old man said to the doctor who brought him.

"It's the master." Fan A responded, then took out a goose feather from his body and handed it to the old man.

The old man took the goose feather and said to Zhang Yan: "Sir, I'll lend you a sword."

Zhang Yan drew his sword and the bright sword lit up in front of him.

The old man asked Zhang Yan to use a knife to cut off both ends of the goose feathers, and a slender and pointed goose feather tube appeared in front of Zhang Yan.

"Okay, we will use this to replenish blood for the patient. However, when replenishing blood, we must find several people who are the same as the patient's blood. Each person takes some blood volume and inject it into the patient's body. In less than an hour, the patient will gradually recover from blood and wake up." The old man said.

Zhang Yan heard every word from the old man, and thought that the so-called blood type should be the blood type. After all, blood transfusions cannot be randomly transfusions. You must find the same blood type. Only in this way can the two bloods merge together without repulsion.

He looked down at Mi Zhen who was holding Mi Fang's hand tightly. In terms of blood type, Mi Zhen was the most suitable candidate. After all, they are brothers and sisters, fathers and mothers, and blood types are the most similar.

But he was afraid that Mi Zhen's thin body could not withstand such torture. After all, medical conditions were limited, and if the blood transfusion failed, Mi Zhen would be hurt.

"Then how do you judge whether the blood phase is the same?" Zhang Yan asked.

The old man said: "It's very simple, just let me test it. I'm sorry to call ten strong men over. I want to test their blood in person, and then I can implement the method of replenishing blood with blood."

Zhang Yan immediately called ten people to come over. According to the old man's instructions, each of them dripped a drop or two drops of blood into the bowl filled with water. Then the old man scratched Mi Fang's fingers and dripped Mi Fang's blood into ten different bowls.

As long as the blood in the bowl can be fused together or can basically be fused together, it proves that the blood is similar and blood can be replenished with blood.

After waiting for a while, no one of the ten people could integrate with Mi Fang.

Zhang Yan frowned, rolled up his sleeves, held a try-see attitude, and said to the old man: "Try mine?"

The old man nodded and said, "Okay, let's try your luck. If it really doesn't work, then I can only find someone else."

So, Zhang Yan cut his finger with a knife and dripped a drop of his blood into a bowl filled with water. Then, he dripped Mi Fang's blood into it.

After waiting for a while, the blood of the two people was completely integrated.

The old man also looked happy and was finally happy that he had found a suitable blood transfusion. He said to Zhang Yan: "Sir, can we start now?"

Zhang Yan nodded, and the old man began to retreat, leaving only his apprentice Fan A to assist, and began to replenish Mi Fang with blood.

The old man held a goose feather tube, first aimed at one of Mi Fang's vein blood vessels, then took Zhang Yan's arm, aimed the tip of the goose feather tube at the vein blood vessels on his arm, and stabbed it hard, connecting the blood of the two people together.
Chapter completed!