Jiang Wennian stood up with great excitement. Although he said he was resigned to his fate, when it came to this moment, no one wanted to survive.
"As long as you can save my father, I will work as a horse for you, and even the entire Jiangheng Group, we can give it to you!"
Jiang Chengfeng also quickly followed suit.
Yang Xuan smiled and joked, "You have given me everything, so you are not afraid of living on the streets and living a meager life every day?"
Jiang Chengfeng said sternly, "As long as my father is safe and our family can be together, we can even beg for food, let alone simple meals!"
Yang Xuan nodded secretly. It seemed that Jiang Chengfeng was different from most children from rich families. He was still a filial son.
"Mr. Jiang, please lend me your hand." Yang Xuandao.
Jiang Wennian quickly stretched out his hand, and Yang Xuan pinched the other person's wrist, glanced at it, and then made an unexpected move.
Snapped!
Yang Xuan suddenly crushed a teacup to pieces, then picked up a piece of glass and cut a bloody gash on Jiang Wenian's wrist.
This cut was very deep and the blood vessels were cut, causing a sudden flow of blood.
"What do you want to do!"
Jiang Chengfeng reacted, picked up the ashtray on the table and prepared to throw it at Yang Xuan.
"Young Master, calm down!"
The soldier stopped him and said calmly, "If he wants our lives, there are countless ways."
Jiang Chengfeng was stunned, and then realized that what Xiao Bing said was indeed reasonable. If this person wanted to harm their lives, there was no need to go to such trouble.
"If you don't want your father to die, just stay here."
Yang Xuan said impatiently, and seeing Jiang Wenian's expression of pain, he said calmly, "Mr. Jiang, there is no need to panic. To get rid of the mysterious poison in your body, you need to cut the blood vessels first and release some of the poison."
Jiang Wenian felt pain in his wrist and gritted his teeth and said, "I will listen to you, little brother, in everything."
Jiang Chengfeng was secretly worried beside him. Although he knew that this person was not trying to kill his father, he still felt very uneasy when he heard the treatment method the other person mentioned.
He couldn't help but muster up the courage to say, "But if the blood is put down like this, even if the toxin is removed, my dad has to bleed so much, he still has to... he has to..."
"If you don't want your father to cure his disease, just keep talking nonsense."
Yang Xuan said impatiently, and the soldier next to him secretly tugged on Jiang Chengfeng's arm to signal him to be silent.
Although Xiao Bing is not a martial artist, he is a top expert among ordinary people. He is only one step away from reaching the realm of martial arts cultivators, but he has been stuck at a bottleneck and has never been able to get past it.
Therefore, he has a much clearer understanding of the strength of martial artists than Jiang Chengfeng, and knows that the man in front of him must have his reasons for doing so.
As he lost more and more blood, Jiang Wennian's face began to turn pale and he collapsed. If Jiang Chengfeng hadn't been supporting him by his side, he wouldn't even have the strength to sit up now.
Seeing his father like this, Jiang Chengfeng became more and more anxious. If the blood continued to flow out like this, his father might bleed to death.
Just when he couldn't bear it anymore and was about to continue talking, Yang Xuan suddenly made an incredible move.
I saw him pick up a piece of glass, cut a bloody gash on his wrist, and then put the wound together with Jiang Wenian's wound.
Then Yang Xuan put his fingers together with his other hand, with a serious expression on his face, and vigorously dug at an acupuncture point on his heart.
After a few seconds, Jiang Wennian's face slowly began to regain color, and he regained the strength to speak. He quickly exclaimed, "Little brother, you can't do this!"
He could clearly feel that the other person's blood was continuously flowing into his body from the wound on his wrist.
"Don't say anything, otherwise all your efforts will be in vain!"
Yang Xuan's face became extremely ugly at this time, and his forehead was covered with beads of cold sweat.
After a while, when Jiang Wenian's expression completely returned to normal, Yang Xuan quickly moved his wrist away and tapped a few acupuncture points on the other person's body. The bleeding on Jiang Wenian's wrist stopped immediately.
"Can you feel it, has the poison in your body been detoxified?" Yang Xuan said, covering his wrist.
Jiang Wennian closed his eyes, stood up and moved his body again, then his expression was overjoyed, "My illness is cured!"
Hearing this, Jiang Chengfeng was extremely excited, "Father, is this true?"
"Really, all my illnesses are cured!"
Both father and son looked very excited, and then turned to look at Yang Xuan. Both father and son knelt on the ground, "My little brother's life-saving grace will never be forgotten by our Jiang family!"
Jiang Chengfeng looked at the pale Yang Xuan and said guiltily, "If you needed a blood transfusion just now, just give it to me. How could you hurt your own body, my benefactor..."
"There's no point in transfusing your blood!"
Yang Xuan had just transfused a lot of blood to Jiang Wenian, and his face looked a little pale. He covered his wrist and said, "If it were as simple as finding someone's blood to replace it, nothing would happen today."
"It's not me taking credit for you, it's just that you were lucky enough to meet me today, otherwise the gods wouldn't be able to help you."
This is the truth. Yang Xuan himself also has a special constitution, a body of pure yang. His blood is immune to all poisons and can cure strange poisons in the world.
In addition, he himself was also a powerful martial artist, and he used his pure internal power to temper his blood, so that he could get rid of the mysterious poison in Jiang Wenian's body.
If it were anyone else, no matter how high their cultivation level was, if they didn't have this special physique, they would just stare.
"Benefactor, from now on, everything I own, Jiang Wennian, including my Jiangheng Group, will be handed over to my benefactor. Although this thing is nothing in the eyes of my benefactor, it is still a little bit of my heart. Please don't
I have to refuse!"
Jiang Wennian said sincerely.
"You two should get up and talk first."
Yang Xuan sighed softly, and he admired the father and son in his heart. No matter in terms of moral character or other aspects, they were very decent and grateful. They were completely different from those businessmen who were full of petty thoughts all day long.
"Just keep the company for yourself. I don't lack that stuff. I saved you today so I think you are pretty good people. Doing more charity in the future can be considered as the greatest feedback to me."
Jiang Wennian stood up, did not persist, and said sincerely, "No matter what, you are my savior, Mr. Jiang. In the future, as long as my benefactor has access to my old bones, I will not hesitate to fight against him!"
"Let's talk about it. You go back and recuperate for a few days. I have other things to do and leave first."
Yang Xuan waved his hand, then picked up the black stone on the table and left without looking back.
Jiang Wennian bowed respectfully at ninety degrees until the other party's figure completely disappeared from the door for a long time, then he slowly straightened up.
He sighed deeply and said, "I will do my best in my life to repay the favor of saving my life!"
"Old sir."
The soldier on the side suddenly said, "This time, I'm afraid it's not just a life-saving grace. The brother just now paid a huge price for you."