Grete urged the orc prince to find someone while working. He took another needle and connected it to the vine, making the wall of the vine thicker and harder, and it became a ready-made syringe.
This end penetrates the patient's right radial artery, and the other end releases a small whirlwind. Negative pressure is generated, and blood gushes out and flows into the test tube along the soft end of the vine.
"Is anyone here yet? Speed!"
Gretel urged again. After urging with his right thumb, the hard vine wall softened, retracted, and the end was closed, resting softly on the skin of the wrist.
Grete threw an adhesion spell, letting the vines stick to the girl's wrist, holding it in place, and clapped his hands with satisfaction.
Simple version of indwelling needle, done!
He took advantage of the opportunity, took an electrocardiogram, and began to test the blood type. In the vision of meditation, the feedback given by the blood test magic was bizarre, and had nothing in common with the pictures he saw when he studied human blood types before.
So the blood type of orcs is indeed different from that of humans? However, there is no reproductive isolation between humans and orcs. I heard that there seem to be half-orcs. What is going on?
Forget it, now is not the time to delve into this. In this fantasy world, there are undead creatures such as vampires. Maybe the reason for reproductive isolation is different from the previous life...
Grete took a deep breath, flying [Magic Tricks] in his hands, and sketched the picture he saw on the white wall for verification later. Red, orange, yellow and green, seven colors, no need to find paint, no need to mix colors, controlled by thoughts
, you can erase it at any time if you make a mistake.
In addition to its short existence, only one hour, it is actually a home trip, murder and arson... No, it is the best choice for short-term note-taking.
After finishing the painting here, there were noisy footsteps on the other side, and a group of orcs poured in. Gretel looked back and immediately frowned:
The orc prince's blond hair flows in a full circle from the top of his head to his chin. His face is quite broad and his ears are short and round. Looking at it... reminds him of an African lion;
There are various attendants around the prince, including those with straight horns on their heads, some with leopard prints on their faces, and the cat girl who climbed the mast last time. There is also a young girl with a light figure and a pair of broad wings on her back, with a white center and a white edge on the edge.
Pure black...
Bird tribe? Crane tribe? Crane?
What does this all mean? With so many different races, are you sure that their blood types will be the same?
"Those who are of the same race as that girl come forward! Others stay back first!"
Gretel shouted. The probability that foxes and foxmen have the same blood type is relatively high, but for other races, the probability of having the same blood type is lower. As for herbivores...
Herbivores, why are you here to join in the fun?
Your species are too far apart!
There is also the Bird Tribe, you are even further away, and the possibility of your blood types matching may be infinitely close to zero!
The orcs pushed and shoved for a while. Then, a thin man squeezed up from the crowd. He was wearing a dusty old coat with dull fur and a quill in his ear.
The first time Grete saw him, a profession came to mind:
Accounting?
"It's just you? No one else?"
The man from the fox clan nodded sadly, and swept his big tail behind him. The gray and yellow mottled fur was completely different from the bright and plump fox girl. Although Gretel's aesthetics were not affected by the orcs, he still felt that it was quite different.
The man from the Fox Tribe stretched out his hand tremblingly, trying to cut it open with a knife, but he couldn't do it even after raising the knife several times. The warrior next to him snorted disdainfully and raised his hand to grab it:
"I come!"
"Don't!"
Gretel quickly stopped. Why do you always have to make such a big incision for a needle prick... Hey...
"No, the blood type is wrong. Are there any from the dog clan? Or from the wolf clan?"
Remember that foxes belong to the canine family, so the probability of matching blood types should be higher than those of other families...
With this shout, a row of orc warriors stood up, all in high spirits. Without waiting for Gretel to speak, he stretched out his left hand, raised his palm, and drew a sword with his right hand...
Gretel: "..."
He finally understood that carnivores are the main fighting race of the orc kingdom, and half of the orc prince's escort team are wolves. Since they are guards, they are not afraid of pain and death. This is a basic operation. Who wants to wait for him to get a small needle?
If you poke and collect blood, you will probably laugh to death...
Fortunately, this objectively improved the speed of the blood test. Gretel patted the magic on their hands one by one, patted one, and looked at the wall; patted another, and looked at the wall again. After one round of patting, unexpectedly
Three are left!
The preliminary screening passed, the cross-match passed, and the blood was quickly poured into the body of the fox girl. Grete glanced at the lines on the electrocardiogram cloud screen and breathed a sigh of relief:
Fortunately, okay, the heartbeat rate is still like a living person, there is time to save...
"Your Majesty the Marquis, please draw the true blood!"
Marquis Turgu had a gloomy face and walked forward quickly. He stretched out his hand, flicked a thin and sharp nail from his fingertips, and lightly scratched the girl's carotid artery.
The blood did not spurt out. On the contrary, a ball of dark red, almost black, extremely viscous blood stuck to His Excellency the Marquis' nails, flowed upwards along his fingers, and fell silently into the palm of his hand.
.
Arterial blood will never have this color. Then, this is the true blood of the vampire clan...
Gretel watched with bated breath. At the moment when the dirty blood flowed out and the blood spurted out, he quickly pressed the girl's carotid artery with quick hands and feet. The other hand had already condensed a ball of healing energy and gently wiped the wound.
Let go, there is no active bleeding, and the skin on the neck is not swollen. Very good. If the carotid artery is blocked for a few seconds, it will not cause hypoxia in the brain.
Next, it depends on the girl’s life!
Grete looked at the electrocardiogram attentively. Next to him, Archmage LeBron took a step forward and lowered his voice:
"Can it be saved?"
"Maybe... Look, the heart rate has slowed down..."
"Slow down?!"
Several voices startled me at the same time. Is it okay to slow it down? Isn’t it almost impossible to jump anymore?
Grete smiled and shook his head. The heartbeat slowed down, which was a good trend. It used to be over 150 per minute, but now it has dropped to 140. And judging from the waveform, the heartbeat is getting stronger and stronger, and the person is gradually slowing down.
Three wolf warriors, each donating 400 ml of blood, can replenish 1,200 ml of blood for the injured. Together with the input of Ringer's solution to replenish the blood volume, it should be enough.
"No problem, I can live." The old man next to the orc prince came tremblingly and chanted in a low voice. A light red light shot out from his hand and fell on the girl. Immediately, the fox girl's eyes fluttered and she moaned softly.
Make a sound.
"The breath of life has been strengthened...if this continues, we will indeed be able to survive..."
The dwarves, barbarians, and two healers also gave affirmative answers. The orc prince took a long breath, nodded gratefully to Gretel, and suddenly turned to Marquis Turgu:
"Now, please tell me. Why do you want to make our priests a blood servant?"
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