pertwk Chapter 705 Is Artificial Blood Possible?
Chapter 705 Is Artificial Blood Possible?
One billion resentments!
The exact number is one billion and over one million, and the last few digits are constantly beating and rising continuously.
Song He took a deep breath, gritted his teeth and threw a billion resentments into the wishing well!
He wanted to see what kind of treasure he could get out of the wishing fountain after sacrificing the outpouring resentments of millions of candidates!
Wait, why do you feel so much like the Evil Sword Immortal... The more resentment you collect, the stronger you become... He doesn't hesitate to kill millions of innocent creatures in order to practice...
In the past, tens of millions of resentments were thrown into the wishing fountain, and the water would explode. This time, a billion resentments were thrown into the wishing fountain. The wishing fountain seemed to have been bombed by a hydrogen bomb. There was a loud noise, flames soaring into the sky, and smoke as huge as a city rose. !
I hope the wishing well has not been blown up, and I don’t know when new things will be hatched. Song He feels like a gambler who has spent all his money to buy potential stocks. He gets off the plane with great expectations and takes a taxi to school.
It was still late at night, and logically, the school should be deserted, but unexpectedly, when he passed near the teaching building, he heard the roar of people.
Out of curiosity, Song He took a detour to the teaching building and was dumbfounded.
Thousands of people gathered downstairs, crowded and crowded, including teachers and students, lining up under the guidance of doctors in white coats.
At the end of the snake-like long queue were two... blood donation vehicles!
"Teacher!" someone waved.
Song He turned around and saw that it was Pu Songchun who was twisting Buddhist beads. Next to him were Ling Yiyi and Xia Wansan. They also raised their heads and called out to the teacher.
"What's going on?" Song He walked over and asked.
"There was a huge car accident on the highway. A small truck was pulling metal scraps. The truck body was broken and scattered all over the ground. All the passing cars had their tires blown out. Nearly 30 vehicles were injured and more than 60 people were seriously injured." Wansan explained, "The blood bank of the city hospital was in urgent need, so I called to ask for blood donations."
"Nearly half of these people were attracted by Pu Songchun." Ling Yiyi said from the side, "Pu Songchun's charity club has more than 600 members."
"Sure, Songchun!" Song He gave a thumbs up, "Since we have met, I will give some."
Song He queued up behind the students and turned on his mobile phone to see that the local news was all about car accidents.
Car accidents on the expressway often hit dozens of cars. After all, they are traveling very fast and cannot brake. If a few cars block the road, the cars behind them will hit them one after another.
After queuing for a while, the blood donation truck drove away in a hurry. The hundreds of people in front had already filled the blood bags on the car, which was probably enough for the wounded.
Everyone dispersed and yawned as they headed towards the dormitory building. Especially the students who had donated blood were even more weak and had to go back to catch up on their sleep. Halfway through, the school sent a group text message. Students who participated in blood donation could take a vacation, eat in the cafeteria for free for a week, and get extra credits.
Song He had just arrived downstairs from the teacher's dormitory when he met a tall beauty who trotted out in a hurry. It was Teacher Xiang, with a plain face and messy long hair. She had obviously come down in a hurry after being awakened by the news in the middle of the night.
Teacher Xiang's appearance is really good. Many beauties are completely unrecognizable once they take off their makeup, but Teacher Xiang is still quite beautiful without makeup, but her complexion is a little worse and not as radiant as usual.
"Let's go, let's donate blood." Xiang Xiaotong greeted.
"I just came back from there, and the blood donation truck left." Song He said, "The blood bags are full, and there are only dozens of seriously injured people. It should be enough."
Xiang Xiaotong stopped and smiled helplessly, "It was a waste of time."
The master and apprentice climbed the stairs upstairs, chatting as they walked.
"I just thought of a question." Song He said seriously, "If you hit dozens of wounded people at high speed, you will have to mobilize people to donate blood. If there is a war, there will be tens of thousands of wounded people. How much blood will be prepared? How long does blood last? It’s very short, right? You can’t add preservatives or anything like that.”
"Actually, there is. For example, the blood we usually donate in the blood donation truck will be added with citrate dextrose phosphate and purine. After adding it, it will be stored in the warehouse. It can be stored for about a month." Xiang Xiaotong said, "There is always something on the battlefield. Everything is lacking, and there is definitely a lack of blood. There is a story that I don’t know if I want to keep it true. Do you want to hear it?”
"Listen, I like listening to stories the most." Song He nodded.
"A great-uncle in my family is a military doctor and went to the Jiaozhi battlefield. It is said that several of his comrades were injured and needed blood, but other comrades were also injured and lacked blood and could not donate. My great-uncle went to capture prisoners and forcibly drew blood to save his comrades. As a result, We beat two prisoners alive." Xiang Xiaotong said, "This kind of thing is against discipline. In order to conceal it, we buried the prisoners' bodies directly and made an agreement that no one would tell anyone."
"It's understandable. It's better to kill your enemy than one of your own." Song He was curious, "Then how did you know, teacher?"
"When I was a child, my great-uncle was still alive. During the New Year, he liked to drink heavily and brag. He often told stories about his experiences, but it was impossible to tell whether they were true or false." Xiang Xiaotong said, "It's a long-standing unofficial story. Let's just listen to it as a story."
"Is it possible to develop artificial blood?" Song He suddenly thought.
"What a coincidence, I actually explored this thing ten years ago." Xiang Xiaotong shook his head, "It's too difficult. Blood looks very simple, but in fact the ingredients inside are extremely complex. Some simple artificial blood ingredients on the market are just It can be used temporarily, but it is incomparable to real blood."
Song He nodded and gave up the idea of making artificial blood. There were so many promising medical technologies, and he still preferred to do what he was good at first.
Soon they arrived at the door of the dormitory. They said good night to each other and went in separately.
Song He had just put toothpaste on his toothbrush, but before he put it in his mouth, a system prompt popped up in front of him:
[Mysterious items have surfaced in the wishing well, go and have a look! 】
Clicking to view, Song He's eyes changed slightly.
Fortune plays tricks on people, and whatever they want comes to them!
[Artificial blood technology reserve information (remnant copy)]
[An incomplete data book contains a large amount of key information on artificial blood technology. Once mastered, artificial blood with efficacy comparable to real blood can be produced cheaply and efficiently. At the same time, the shelf life is as long as one year. The storage conditions are simple and suitable for hospitals. Blood bank, battlefield reserve and other scenarios]
Song He's heart is up and down!
Looking at the introduction, this information is absolutely priceless. If it can be replicated, it will undoubtedly be a medical revolution, and the profit margins will be huge!
But what makes people feel sick is that it is actually a broken copy!
I poured down a billion resentments, and the wishing well was almost flattened. In the end, a broken copy was hatched that was riddled with holes? Couldn’t this wishing fountain produce new authentic books?
Song He lamented and redeemed the artificial blood technology reserve information.
As soon as he redeemed it, he was stunned.
Six thousand pages!
Even a thick pistol can't penetrate it!
The pages of the book are torn and covered with dust, as if they have been lying in the corner of the recycling bin for several years. They are full of holes gnawed by insects and mice, like the cheese in the cartoon, or the yellow underpants in the Krusty Krab. Fat cake.
Song He's liver immediately ached. As expected, the epoch-making technology was not easy to come up with.