A Western Doctor's Happy Farming Life

When Song Qinghan saw what Wu Dahu took out, he let out a soft "huh" and a look of curiosity flashed in his eyes.

The pipe in front of me is either transparent or opaque, but if you get close, you can still see the scenery on the other side clearly.

Song Qinghan was already very satisfied with this level, but he couldn't help frowning when he touched the material of this pipe.

"glass?"

This seems to be the prototype of frosted glass, but it is tougher than frosted glass, which can be seen from the thickness.

Wu Dahu didn't know what glass was yet, so he just froze for a moment before explaining directly: "We found this in a porcelain kiln. It is the one that best meets your requirements, so I asked them to make another one according to the shape you said."

Seeing Wu Dahu's tired face, Song Qinghan didn't know that he must have traveled many places today for his own business, so moved in his heart, he squeezed the tube tightly in his hand, nodded and said: "I'll try it tomorrow, as long as Be careful, maybe you can succeed."

What he said was not only comforting Wu Dahu, but also comforting himself. After all, the time left for him is really running out. If the experiment is not successful within the three days promised, the end is completely predictable.

After a night without talking, Song Qinghan and Yuan Wenxuan went to bed together early the next morning. After eating the lean meat porridge made in Hualien, they went straight to the market. After buying fresh blood, they used the leftover heparin from yesterday to prepare the dialysate. So I'm ready to "sharpen the knife to the pigs and sheep".

It's just that when disinfecting his hands, Song Qinghan looked at the thick blood and thought of something, suddenly went to get a pot of cold boiled water, and mixed some into it according to the proportion.

If the concentration of the inside and outside is the same, naturally no effect can be seen, but as long as this balance is broken, even if the pig does not have uremia, it can still see something.

Yuan Wenxuan watched Song Qinghan's movements, and swiftly replaced yesterday's reed pole with the frosted glass pipe brought back by Wu Dahu.

When everything was ready, there was a sudden knock on the courtyard door.

Worried about affecting them, Hua Lian walked over quickly, opened the door, and was about to drive away the visitor when there was something extra in her hand.

"This was given to Dr. Song by Chief Mu, please pass it on to me."

Song Qinghan's attention was highly concentrated at this time, so any sound around him was infinitely amplified in his ears. After hearing this sentence, he said directly: "Thank you, Hualien, help me take that thing out, Put one finger into the pig's mouth."

Hua Lian nodded and closed the door. After doing what Song Qinghan said, seeing that the pig that was struggling just now gradually calmed down, she said with a miraculous expression: "What is this? It's so effective."

Song Qinghan didn't explain much, but he was still worried about Hualien being used indiscriminately, so he said directly: "The way I looked after returning from the snow mountain is caused by this thing."

These words directly brought Hualien back to that time. When recalling the scene at that time, Hualien packed the bag of powder in fear and walked to several places, as if she didn't know where to put it.

Seeing that everything was ready, Song Qinghan didn't waste any time. After disinfecting the poison, he directly picked up the knife and made an incision at the place he was looking for.

Probably because of yesterday's experience, Song Qinghan's state became completely different when he cut the knife. Not only did the wound remain at the minimum length that could be achieved, but the speed of inserting the tube was also much faster, basically reaching the level he can currently achieve. Do the best level.

Yuan Wenxuan knew that the surgery would be over after the tube was inserted, and after quietly letting out a sigh of relief, he stared at the translucent tube with a look of anticipation in his eyes.

This time, Song Qinghan has already reached this level, can he succeed?

Seeing the liquid in the tube gradually turning red, Yuan Wenxuan couldn't help but gasped and said, "Master, it's a success!"

Song Qinghan didn't have any special reaction, and said in a deep voice: "Continue to observe, if it can last for a day and a night, then it will not be too late to say success."

Yuan Wenxuan quietly suppressed the joy on his face, nodded solemnly, took the initiative to clean up the mess on the ground, moved a bench over, and prepared to stand in front of the pig to witness the miracle.

After the operation, Song Qinghan's energy was basically exhausted. Seeing that Yuan Wenxuan took the initiative to take the responsibility of recording, he explained a few things to pay attention to and went back to his room to rest.

He slept until dark, and when he walked out of the room, he saw that the homemade dialysate had become similar to the blood concentration before adding water, and he felt relieved.

It seems that this time the victory is really in sight...

During dinner, Hualien also looked very happy, maybe because she knew that she didn't have to deal with a pig today.

This time, Song Qinghan and Yuan Wenxuan slept very peacefully, and didn't get up until dawn to see how the pig was doing.

It's just that at this glance, both hearts seem to have fallen into a bottomless ice hole, which is so cold that it makes people despair.

Seeing that they hadn't moved for a long time, Hualien quietly came over to take a look. When she saw the broken porcelain and dead pigs all over the floor, she knew that she had another arduous task today. sighed.

Song Qinghan held his chin and thought for a while, then slowly said: "It seems that the glass tube is still not good, it will shatter if it is moved, and even if it does not move, after a long time, it will become as crisp as a piece of paper after weathering."

Seeing that there was no trace of discouragement on his face, Yuan Wenxuan also secretly put away the expression on his face, and said seriously: "Master, there is only one day left, what should we do now?"

Song Qinghan shrugged, and said in a relaxed tone: "There is still one more day, keep trying, we have another experience."

Yuan Wenxuan seemed to be infected by Song Qinghan's positive attitude, the anxiety in his heart was slightly reduced, and he regained his steady appearance, silently picking up the mess on the ground.

After the master and apprentice had a full meal, they were about to go out to buy fresh blood, when they found that the people from the auction house delivered the purchased things to the door.

The person who delivered the things didn't explain much, and left after putting down the things, so Song Qinghan held the pipe that looked like wood but not gold for a long time and couldn't tell what it was made of.

However, he knew from the feel of this material that it would not break easily, and it was also tough, so that it would not be as difficult to adjust the angle as glass, and he felt a little more confident in his heart.

Yuan Wenxuan looked similar, so the master and apprentice acted quickly, and sent the third poor pig to the "operating table" according to the method yesterday.