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Chapter 549: Testing the Orcs for Blood Type?
Garrett urged the orc prince to find someone while he worked. He took another needle, connected it to a vine, and let the vine thicken and harden, turning it into a makeshift syringe.
He inserted one end into the patient’s right radial artery, and from the other end, a tiny whirlwind was released. A negative pressure was created, and fresh blood gushed out, flowing down the soft end of the vine into a test tube.
"Has someone come yet? Hurry up!"
Garrett urged again. After urging, he flicked his right thumb, causing the tough vine wall to soften, retract, and seal softly on the wrist skin.
With a satisfied clap of his hands, he said, "Done! A simplified version of an indwelling needle!"
He took the opportunity to snap a picture of an electrocardiogram and began to test the blood type. In his meditative vision, the magical feedback from the blood testing was bizarre and utterly different from what he had seen when studying human blood types before—
So, orc blood types are indeed different from humans’? But there’s no reproductive isolation between humans and orcs, as there are rumors of half-orcs; what’s that about?
Never mind, now is not the time to delve into these questions. This fantastical world even has vampiric beings; the reasons for reproductive isolation might not be the same as in his previous life...
Garrett took a deep breath, and his 【Magical Tricks】 flew about, sketching the scene he saw on the white wall, preparing to check it later. Red, orange, yellow, green—the colors were vibrant, no need for paint or mixing, controlled by thought, and easily erased if mistaken.
Aside from its short existence of only one hour, it was indeed an excellent choice for taking notes at home or on trips, for killing... no, for making short-term notes.
As he finished painting, a group of orcs rushed in with noisy footsteps. Garrett turned and frowned:
The orc prince’s golden hair fluttered from his head to his chin, his face broad and his ears short and round, reminding Garrett of an African lion;
The prince’s entourage was a mixed bunch, some with straight horns on their heads, some with leopard-patterned faces, including the cat girl who had climbed the mast last time. There was also a young girl with a light figure and a pair of large wings on her back, pure white in the center with pitch-black edges...
A bird tribe? Crane tribe? Celestial crane?
What’s all this? So many different races, how can their blood types be the same?
"Those of the same tribe as that girl, step forward! The rest, step back!"
Garrett shouted. Fox people and other canine tribes likely had a higher chance of matching blood types, while other species had a lower probability. As for herbivores...
Herbivores, why are you even here?
Your species are too different!
And the bird tribes, you’re even further away; the likelihood of a blood match is nearly zero!
The orcs jostled about. Then, a thin man pushed through the crowd, wearing a dusty, semi-old coat, his fur dull and his ears holding a feather pen.
When Garrett first saw him, one profession came to mind:
Accountant?
"Only you? No one else?"
The fox man nodded sorrowfully, his large tail sweeping behind him, his fur patchy and dull, in stark contrast to the vibrant fox girl. Though Garrett’s aesthetic wasn’t influenced by the orcs, he found the difference stark. 𝖗аꞐＯβЕȿ
The fox man shakily extended his hand, wanting to use a small knife to make a cut, but couldn’t bring himself to do it after several attempts. A warrior nearby scoffed and reached out to grab:
"Let me do it!" no𝚟𝚙u𝚋.c𝚘m
"No!"
Garrett quickly intervened. A needle prick was all that was needed, why always make such a big cut... ah...
"It won’t work, the blood type is wrong. Are there any from the canine or wolf tribes?"
Remembering that foxes belong to the canine family, the probability of a blood match should be higher... maybe...
With that shout, a row of orc warriors stood up, each one lively. Without waiting for Garrett’s command, they simultaneously extended their left hands, raising their palms, and with their right hands, drew their blades across...
Garrett: "…"
He finally understood that carnivores were the main warriors of the orc kingdom, with half of the prince’s guard being from the wolf tribe. Since they were guards, being unafraid of pain and death was standard; anyone waiting for him to prick them for blood would probably die of laughter...
Fortunately, this approach objectively sped up the blood testing. Garrett patted magic on each of their hands, checking the wall after each; another pat, another look. After a round, three remained!
Preliminary screening
passed, cross-matching passed, and fresh blood was quickly transfused into the fox girl’s body. Garrett glanced at the electrocardiogram on the cloud screen, exhaling in relief:
Good, good, the heartbeat’s frequency still sounds like a living person, there’s still time to save her...
"Marquis, please draw the true blood!"
Marquis Tergu’s face darkened as he stepped forward swiftly. Extending his hand, he flicked out a thin, sharp fingernail, gently slicing across the girl’s carotid artery.
The blood did not spray out. Instead, a dark red, almost black, extremely viscous pool of tainted blood stuck to the marquis’s fingernail, silently flowing up his finger into his palm.
Arterial blood should never be this color. Thus, this must be the true blood of the vampiric beings...
Garrett watched breathlessly. After the tainted blood flowed out, and fresh blood sprayed out in a flash, he quickly pressed down on the girl’s carotid artery. His other hand had already conjured a healing spell, gently touching the wound.
Releasing his hand, there was no active bleeding, and the neck skin did not swell. Very good. Blocking the carotid artery for just a few seconds wouldn’t cause brain hypoxia—
Next, it all depended on the girl’s fate!
Garrett focused intently on the electrocardiogram. Beside him, Archmage LeBron stepped forward, lowering his voice:
"Can she be saved?"
"Maybe... look, the heartbeat’s frequency has slowed..."
"Slowed?!"
Several voices exclaimed in shock. Slowed? That meant it was nearly stopping?
Garrett shook his head with a smile. A slower heartbeat was actually a good sign; it had been over 150 per minute before, now it had dropped to 140. Moreover, the waveform showed the heartbeat was becoming stronger; the person was gradually recovering.
Three wolf tribe warriors, each donating 400 milliliters of blood, could replenish 1200 milliliters for the patient. Along with the added Ringer’s solution, it should be enough.
"No problem, she’ll live." An old man from the orc prince’s entourage approached tremblingly, chanting softly. A pale red glow shot from his hands, landing on the fox girl. Immediately, her eyelids fluttered, and she let out a low moan.
"The life force has strengthened... at this rate, she indeed can live..."
Dwarves, barbarians, two healers also gave positive responses. The orc prince sighed deeply, nodding gratefully to Garrett, then suddenly turned to Marquis Tergu:
"So now, please tell us—why did you turn our priestess into a blood servant without any reason?"
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