As before, when matching blood types for Qin Qiong, cell shapes were observed under a microscope.
Under the microscope, Type A blood cells resembled fried eggs with the yolk in the middle.
Type O blood cells also looked like fried eggs, but the yolk's boundaries were less distinct.
Type B blood cells had scattered yolks.
This process of placing a drop of blood under a microscope for observation was very quick.
In less than an hour, all the death row inmates brought by Liu Dacheng had been examined.
Finally, over twenty individuals were found to have matching blood types.
From these twenty-odd people, the strongest one was selected.
Now, they could only wait and see if the second ewe, who had undergone surgery, would survive until tomorrow.
The next day, Fang Er arrived early at the room adjacent to the operating theater.
This was also a disinfected room where the ewe was housed and cared for by Liu Wu and Ma Guocai.
Pushing the door open, Fang Er glanced at the ewe and asked the two men.
"How is she doing?"
"Reporting to my lord, she woke up for a moment just now and cried out quite a bit. We gave her some water."
"She can cry? Then there shouldn't be any major problems."
Fang Er said, "Go and invite Master Sun."
Liu Wu nodded and left the room.
Soon after, Sun Simiao entered, carrying his medical bag.
"She's had water?"
Fang Er nodded.
Old Sun approached the ewe and placed his hand on its neck. Yes, he was taking its pulse.
Whether it was reliable, only he knew.
After a moment, he withdrew his right hand, a look of joy on his face as he said to Fang Er.
"Her vital energy has recovered significantly compared to yesterday after the surgery. It seems this method is viable!"
"Then, shall we proceed?"
Fang Er gestured in the direction of Ashina Bobi's ward.
Old Sun nodded heavily. "Proceed! This humble Taoist can only keep him alive for three days, and today is the last day. Proceed!"
Thus, for the first time in the true sense, organ transplantation of this era began!
The operating theater was sterilized again.
Ashina Bobi was stripped bare. His entire body was wiped with alcohol before being sent into the operating theater.
Sun Simiao and Fang Er, fully prepared, along with Su Feng and others, stood before the operating table, looking at Ashina Bobi lying naked.
On the other side, another operating table had been added, upon which lay the selected death row inmate.
There was no anesthetic, nor could they get him drunk. Therefore, it had to be a crude cut.
The death row inmate, knowing what he was about to face, though held down and gagged, was still moaning and screaming.
"These people are devils!"
"May my corpse be dismembered if I commit fornication and rape in the next life!"
Fang Er had no time to pay attention to him. His survival was his good fortune, and not surviving was deserved punishment. An earlier death meant an earlier rebirth, saving him from waiting in prison for the autumn harvest.
"Old Sun, please proceed!"
"Scalpel!"
Having practiced twice, Old Sun felt more confident. He reached out to Su Feng.
With a snap, the scalpel was placed into his palm.
The wound, which had been bandaged, was cut open, from the left abdomen all the way to the right.
If Ashina Bobi were to stand up at this moment, his internal organs would likely spill out.
This fellow had been unconscious since being rescued. This cut elicited no reaction whatsoever.
The incision was spread open, revealing the kidneys.
A large chunk was missing from the left kidney, and the remaining part had already necrotized.
The right kidney, though intact, was also largely necrotic.
Fang Er couldn't help but cast an admiring glance at Old Sun. If this skill of keeping someone alive were to be passed down to future generations, who would dare say that Chinese medicine had no successors?
Without instruments or equipment, Western doctors would likely only shake their heads at such injuries.
But Old Sun had managed to keep this fellow alive for three days!
While he was lost in thought, Old Sun had already removed Ashina Bobi's left kidney.
To prevent Ashina Bobi from dying from the removal of both kidneys simultaneously, the right one was temporarily preserved.
Turning around, Old Sun calmly made an incision with his scalpel on the death row inmate's lower back.
"Uhhhhh~!"
As the knife cut across, the inmate's muscles instantly tensed, his head lifted, and veins bulged on his face.
*Slap!*
Old Sun slapped him on the buttocks.
"Be good and relax. Cooperate with this humble Taoist in cutting out this kidney, and you might not die. But if you continue to be so tense, you likely won't leave this room."
Hearing this, the death row inmate shivered.
He cursed himself internally.
"Fornication and rape are exhilarating for a moment, but afterwards, your kidneys are cut out!"
Thinking of Old Sun's words, he dared not resist any further.
Soon, Old Sun produced a steaming, freshly cut, no, freshly removed kidney.
He clamped the blood vessels with forceps and paid no further attention to the inmate.
The most important thing was to connect the kidney to Ashina Bobi immediately.
Holding the kidney, he had Fang Er rinse away the bloodstains with physiological saline before placing it into Ashina Bobi's abdomen.
Fang Er assisted him, helping to secure it as the suturing began.
Stitch by stitch, with great care, Old Sun was even more meticulous than when he had practiced on the ewe.
Warm physiological saline ensured that Ashina Bobi's internal organs did not adhere to each other, as had happened with the first ewe.
After the kidney was sutured, he used a syringe to draw out the physiological saline from the abdomen.
He then flushed it in again, and drew it out again.
This was a lesson learned from the second ewe.
Once the left kidney transplant was completed, Old Sun looked at the right kidney, which was largely necrotic.
He cut it off directly with a single incision and then sutured the ends of the blood vessels.
He drew out the saline and closed the wound.
As he sutured, Old Sun remarked, "Tsk, tsk, tsk. Only now does this humble Taoist realize how many layers human skin actually has!"
By the time Ashina Bobi's procedure was finished, the death row inmate had been waiting for nearly an hour.
His wound was exposed, and hemostatic forceps were still clamped on the blood vessels inside.
In a modern operating room, this situation would likely result in the patient's family filing a lawsuit.
It took another twenty minutes for Old Sun to suture the death row inmate's wound.
After everything was done, he breathed a sigh of relief and looked expectantly at Ashina Bobi, saying to Fang Er.
"If this method of yours succeeds, it could save countless lives."
Fang Er, while helping Old Sun remove his head-mounted microscope, chuckled.
"Hahaha, no matter how marvelous the method, someone still has to execute it, right? Master Sun is the pioneer in the world today."
Sun Simiao shook his head and pointed to the death row inmate beside them. "Although this method is marvelous, it is still somewhat lacking. This method is too painful. Look at him; he has already fainted from the pain."
Fang Er knew this, but there was nothing that could be done. Dammit, they hadn't had any anesthetic! That stuff was a controlled substance!
"We'll take it step by step. Things will eventually be perfected. I've heard, young man, that there was a formula called 'Mafui San' from the famous physician Hua Tuo during the Three Kingdoms period. Have you heard of it, Master Sun?"
When Old Sun heard of "Mafui San," a look of regret appeared on his face.
"How could this humble Taoist not know the marvel of Mafui San! However, the *Qing Nang Jing*, which recorded Mafui San, has long been lost."