Transmigration:The Stunning Princess

The doctor had no choice but to look at the priest. The priest nodded and said to the doctor, "try it!" The miracle doctor then said to the sister-in-law who was guarding me: "arrange a big room. Prepare two beds arranged side by side, and prepare several tables... " When the doctor and his sister-in-law talked about how to arrange the room, the door suddenly opened, and the wind and sand came in, followed by Xiaolian.

When I saw the sand, I couldn't help but sit up. Yang Mo pressed me gently on the bed with his hand.

"Big brother Feng..." I couldn't speak before I finished. The wind sand sat down beside my bed, gently held my hand, and said to me, "sister linger, you are good for health. Don't let Yangmo worry."

I looked at Yang Mo, then at the sandstorm. Tears welled up in my eyes. At this moment, I want to call him brother. But However, I can not say how to export. In modern times, people with the same blood type can be found everywhere. It is impossible for them to have the same blood type as their relatives. But the wind and sand I and he are so similar, similar appearance, same surname, same blood type. If I want to deny that I am his sister, I can't find a reason to deny myself.

Just as I was looking at the sand with tears in my eyes, the priest interrupted us. He's going to take the sandstorm and have him examined. When the sandstorm was about to leave, I held on to his hand and refused to let it go until Yang Mo broke off my hand.

My hands in the wind and sand were broken off by Yang Mo Sheng. Yang Mo took my hand and held me in his arms. I held Yang Mo and cried: "I can't call it out. I can't call it out."

Yang Mo patted me on the back and said to me, "I know I know that you have called him a thousand times, ten thousand times, right?"

"Ah Mo, can you look at my back for me?" I cried to Yang Mo and said, "I want to confirm."

Yang Mo shook his head: "if you want to, you can admit it long ago. You don't need to use it to prove it. If you don't want to, it doesn't prove anything. "

At this time, I realized that Yang Mo and Feng Sha didn't care about the marks, jade pendants and other objects. They only care about my mood, only care if I want to. But If I wasn't the one who came through, I wouldn't have hesitated. I must have admitted it. I will not be like now, even if I call him a thousand times in my heart, I still can't get it out of my mouth.

"Linger, you want to..." The miracle doctor came into the door and saw that Yang Mo and I were holding each other tightly, and they swallowed again. As soon as I heard the doctor's voice, I quickly separated from Yang Mo, turned to the doctor and said, "are you going to give me a blood transfusion?"

The doctor blushed and said awkwardly, "before blood transfusion, we should do another blood coagulation test. Shall I come later? "

"No, just now." I also blushed and said to the doctor, "I can talk to the wind soon Is brother Feng exchanging blood in a room? "

"It should be. If Tong Mei can clean up a clean room, I will arrange for you to go there. " The doctor answered me as he helped me to collect blood. But his eyes did not look at me. I look at Yang Mo, but he is quite calm. His eyes are fixed on my fingers, thinking about something all the time.

After a while, the fingertip blood was collected. The miracle doctor packed up the equipment and left my room. Before leaving, he didn't even look at me or say hello to me. I watched the miracle doctor go out, his mind was in a mess, was he angry?

A hand gently put on my shoulder: "exchange blood, you and sandstorm have a good chat, rarely have such a time alone, think about what to talk with him." Yang Mo's voice is soft and seems to be talking to himself.

I hold Yang Mo's hand: "there's nothing to think about. Just say what you want to say." Yang Mo clenched my hand and kissed my lips again.

After a while, everything was set up. Sandstorm and I were arranged to a large room in the reception area of Jinshi village. There are two beds and several tables in it.

Sand and I lay in their own bed, exchange blood began. First of all, the doctor and father Suha are going to take some poisonous blood out of my body. At the same time, they will draw a certain amount of blood from the sandstorm body. After the wind blown blood was drawn out, the priest also added some medicine to the blood to ensure that the blood would not coagulate before entering my body.

The next step is to inject sand blood into my body. This is a very difficult process, because the Qing Dynasty did not have a bit of technology. I can only use a big needle to slowly push blood into my veins. If it's fast, my body can't eat. If it's slow, I'm afraid the blood will coagulate. So the time should be just right. I was just about to ask the priest if there was a bit of Western technology at this time, but the priest was so busy that I was embarrassed to ask him.

In this way, I watched with my own eyes the blood of myself and the sandstorm being drawn out of our bodies bit by bit. I watched the blood of the wind and sand enter my body little by little. I was not afraid of injections since I was a child. I didn't feel anything when I saw my blood coming out. However, it was still hairy when I saw the big needle pulling the sand blood out of his body. Those blood can't go back any more. How many times should I draw his blood like this? If it was like this every seven days, wouldn't his blood be drained?

Just as I was looking at the sand with worry, his eyes suddenly opened. He gave me a smile: "why don't you take a break with your eyes closed?"I shook my head: "lying down is a rest. How do you feel? Does it hurt? "

Sandstorm did not answer my question, but asked me: "do you hurt?"

"I don't feel any pain, just a little dizzy." I said to the sandstorm honestly, "what about you, are you feeling sick without so much blood?"

"If I don't feel well, I won't come here today. Don't worry Wind and sand comfort me.

Although the sandstorm said so, I was not sure. In modern times, although officials say that a one-time donation of about 400 ml of blood has little impact on the body, it is likely that this is to encourage unpaid blood donation. What's more, the sandstorm has given me blood twice in a row, and it is likely that there will be a third time Since I was in a coma when I first received blood transfusion, I really don't know how much blood the sandstorm gave me. This time, I estimated by the scale of the needle tube just given by the miracle doctor. It should be more than 200 ml. So I looked at the needle in my arm.

Just as I was staring at the syringe and racking my brains to estimate how much blood the sandstorm had given me, the sandstorm opened his mouth and interrupted my mind: "the first night I gave you blood, I dreamed of my parents."