Chapter 554: Test the Blood Type of the Orcs?

Grete urged the orc prince to find someone while working. Take another needle and connect it to the vine to make the wall of the vine thicker and harder, and you will have a ready-made syringe.

This end pierced the patient's right radial artery, and the other end released a small whirlwind. Negative pressure was generated, and blood gurgled out, flowing into the test tube along the soft end of the vine.

"Is anyone here yet! Speed!"

Grete urged again. After pressing the right thumb, the hard vine wall softened, retracted, and the end was closed, softly resting on the skin of the wrist.

Gretel threw an adhesion spell, letting the vines stick to the girl's wrist and fixing it, and clapped his palms 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 really different from 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 like vampires. Maybe the reason for reproductive isolation is different from the previous life...

Gretel 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 colorful colors, no need to find paint, no need to mix colors, control with your mind, you can erase it at any time if you make a mistake.

In addition to its short existence, only one hour, it is actually suitable for home travel, murder and arson... No, it is the best choice for short-term note-taking.

After finishing the painting here, there were clattering footsteps on the other side, and a group of orcs poured in. Grete 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 wide wings on her back, with a white center and pure black edges...

Bird tribe? Crane clan? Crane?

What is this all about? With so many different races, are they sure 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 vixen people 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 Clan, you are even further away, and the possibility of matching your blood types may be infinitely close to zero!

There was a jostling among the orcs. Then, a thin man squeezed up from the crowd, wearing a gray half-worn 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 tribe nodded sadly and swept his big tail behind him. His fur was gray and yellow and mottled, which was completely different from the bright and plump fox girl. Although Gretel's aesthetics have not been affected by the orcs, he still feels that they are quite different.

The man from the Fox clan 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. Just a needle prick, why do you always have to make such a big incision... ugh...

"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 the knife with his right hand...

Gretel: "..."

He finally understood that carnivores were the main fighting race of the orc kingdom, and half of the orc prince's escorts were wolves. Since he is a guard, not being afraid of pain or death is a basic operation. Anyone who waits for him to poke a small needle to collect blood will probably be laughed to death...

Fortunately, this objectively improves the speed of blood testing. Gretel patted the magic on their hands one by one, patted one and looked at the wall; patted the other and looked at the wall again. After one round of shooting, there were actually three left!

The preliminary screening passed, the cross-match passed, and the blood was quickly poured into the body of the fox girl. Gretel 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 walked forward quickly with a gloomy face. He stretched out his hand, flicked a thin and sharp nail from his fingertip, and lightly scratched the girl's carotid artery.

Blood did not spurt out. On the contrary, a mass of dark red, almost black, extremely viscous blood stuck to His Excellency the Marquis' nails, flowed upwards along his fingers, and fell silently into his palm.

Arterial blood would never have this color. Then, this is the true blood of the Vampire Clan...

Gretel watched with bated breath. The moment the dirty blood flowed out and the blood spurted out, he quickly pressed down on the girl's carotid artery. The other hand had already condensed a ball of healing energy and gently applied it to the wound.

Let go, there is no active bleeding, and there is no swelling of the neck skin. very good. Blocking the carotid artery for just a few seconds will not cause hypoxia to the brain——

Next, it depends on the girl’s life!

Gretel 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 were shocked at the same time. Is slowing down okay? Isn’t that why you can’t dance anymore?

Gretel smiled and shook his head. The heartbeat slows down, which is exactly 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 supplement 1,200 ml of blood for the injured. Coupled with the infused Ringer's solution to replenish blood volume, it should be enough.

"No problem, I can live." The old man next to the orc prince approached shakily and sang 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.

"The breath of life has been strengthened...if this continues, we will indeed be able to survive..."

The dwarves, barbarians, and two healers also responded in the affirmative. The orc prince took a long breath, nodded gratefully to Gretel, and suddenly turned to Marquis Turgu:

"Now, please tell me something - for no reason, why do you want to make our priests a blood servant?"

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