Yan Zhuo's words made Jiang Ying shed tears unconsciously.
Even though she knew that crying in the face of difficulties was useless, she still couldn't control her tears...
He held the child tightly in his arms, his throat choked with sobs, unable to utter a complete sentence.
Seeing this, Yan Zhuo knelt on the ground decisively, opened his arms, and hugged his mother and daughter, "What's wrong? Tell me, don't bear it alone."
Jiang Ying raised his face with tears in his eyes, "Damn... I'm poisoned!"
Seeing the child silent, motionless and without any noise, completely devoid of his former liveliness, Yan Zhuo had already expected it.
My heart ached deeply and I looked at the child with eyes full of pity.
After a while, the voice became tense again, "Is there still hope?"
At this moment, his body seemed to be split into two halves by two completely different emotions. One half was filled with rage and wanted to kill everyone, while the other half was extremely humble.
Please...
Please God, don't let anything happen to the child. As long as the child is fine and she is fine, he is willing to exchange everything he currently has for it, power and status, fame and wealth, or even hatred!
He doesn't care about anything anymore. He only cares about Ying Ying and the children.
He felt the delicate touch of fingers on his cheek, and when he looked up, he realized that he was crying...
Warm crystal tears surrounded the beautiful girl's fingertips, and she wiped them gently and carefully.
"Don't cry. Men don't shed tears easily. Aren't you afraid that your story will get out and people will laugh at you?"
He grabbed the hand, put it to his lips and touched it, then looked down at the child in her arms, who was so pale that it seemed as if all his veins and blood vessels had turned white. He couldn't help but sob hoarsely:
"Laugh! If being laughed at can save the children, I will do anything mean and funny to entertain them."
Unfortunately it was of no use, he could only watch the child motionlessly.
Yan Zhuo was so angry with himself that he punched the grass beside him hard, but he accidentally broke his finger bone, leaving it in a bloody mess.
"What are you doing!" Jiang Ying angrily pulled his injured hand and took a look.
Fortunately, it's just skin injuries and the bones are fine.
He said coldly, "I just healed your hand. If you don't care about it, why bother?"
"Ying'er, I..." Yan Zhuo's eyes, which were always cold, turned red, filled with extreme pain of falling into the abyss of darkness.
Jiang Ying looked at his current state and finally couldn't bear it anymore and said, "Yan Zhuo, the child actually still has a glimmer of hope, but..."
"Just what?" Before Jiang Ying could finish, he suddenly raised his voice, excited and unable to control himself, "Yingying, tell me quickly, no matter what it is, I will not hesitate for a moment!"
No matter how precious the herbs are, or how difficult the medicine is to obtain, he would not hesitate to sacrifice his life.
Jiang Ying looked at Yan Zhuo like this, his heart seemed to be tugged by someone, he lowered his head, his lips opened and closed with difficulty, "To be honest, someone has laid white moth eggs in your body, they are the young eggs of an albino moth, after entering the human body, they are decomposed but not digested, instead they penetrate into the blood vessel walls and tendon walls very quickly... causing blood flow to be blocked, and the person becomes unconscious, as if in a peaceful coma, and after three days, the host is completely albino, becoming a white pupa, at that time, even if a god descends, there will be no way to save the situation!"
Therefore, saving time is the most important thing to save children. The longer the whitening time is, the more it will affect the children's intelligence.
This is definitely a terrible poison. Jiang Ying had seen it before when he was reading the medical books in the Yuanling Space.
It makes my hair stand on end!
But she never thought that she would have the honor to see that the poison was in her own son!
After Yan Zhuo heard this, bloodthirsty eyes seemed to be dripping out, and he punched his side fiercely, "Damn it! This king will never let anyone involved in this matter go!"
Then, thinking of what Jiang Ying had just said, he suppressed his bloodthirsty emotions and raised his eyes with a glimmer of hope, "Ying'er just said that there is still a glimmer of hope. What should I do?"
"Whatever you need to prepare, just tell me, Ying'er. I will send the Demon Guards to search for everything within three days!"
His tone was filled with devastating determination, and he even used the word "plunder", which was enough to show his determination to save his son.
A faint sadness flashed in Jiang Ying's eyes again. Perhaps, if he was still the selfish father he used to be, he wouldn't be so heartbroken?
"There is only one way to save the situation. Give the child a blood transfusion."
Jiang Ying knew very well what it meant to say this, but she had no choice. "I will give the patient who is having a blood transfusion a drug that drives out the eggs beforehand. After the drug enters the blood and produces resistance, I will do a blood transfusion. This way, the eggs in the child's blood vessel walls and body can be driven to a fixed place, and then they can be broken down and removed one by one. If all goes well, the child will be fine, but the patient..."
An adult has about 5000 ml of blood. Little Yanzhuo is only half a year old, so he has about 1000 ml of blood. It is no problem for Yanzhuo to donate 500 ml of blood, but 1000 ml...
He will die!
However, blood transfusion is the only solution, and the blood types must be as similar as possible in all aspects, so that the antibodies produced will not attack the children as enemies.
You can't give the child the ovulation-inducing medicine directly, because the child is too young to bear it.
The high fever caused by the production of antibodies stimulated by drugs alone can make a child stupid or even kill him!
Jiang Ying was stunned, and Yan Zhuo immediately understood everything.
The corners of his mouth curled up, and he smiled as he took her fragile neck and placed it on his shoulder. "So this is the treatment method? Yingying, you are so silly. What's wrong with saying this? He is definitely my son. It is only natural for a father to make sacrifices for him. Besides, he is the child of Yingying and me."
As he spoke, he silently gave Jiang Ying a cherished kiss on the forehead.
There is a way. It's already very good, why would you be so picky?
"Yeah." Jiang Ying lowered his eyes, not daring to look into Yan Zhuo's eyes.
Unfortunately, his son inherited his blood type, so even if he wanted to donate blood, he couldn't help.
And even if she meets the requirements, she cannot donate blood, so no one will perform a blood exchange operation.
This is why Jiang Ying hesitated, not knowing whether he should tell the way to save him, because the prerequisite for saving him is to make a supernatural sacrifice.
Hemorrhagic shock can result in a vegetative state at the mildest and death at the worst!
But she didn't expect that Yan Zhuo would agree very quickly. Even the two remaining Demon Guards, after listening to their conversation, knelt on the ground and begged to use their blood to replace the young master's blood. However, they were scolded back by Yan Zhuo harshly, "Are you deaf? Didn't you hear the princess say that you must be related by blood?"
"My Lord, nothing can happen to you!"
"Please think twice, Your Majesty!"
Yan Zhuo pulled a dewy green leaf, stood up, wiped the blood off the back of his hand, and said as if leaving a will, "This king has always been lucky, and it's not that easy to die. But if my luck is really bad this time, it doesn't matter. From now on, you will follow the princess and Qi Ren. You don't need to do anything shady in secret. Just protect them and their son and live in peace and happiness."
He thought that with Jiang Ying's personality, he would probably provide each of the Demon Guards with a family and a home.
Perhaps it would be a nice sight to see these outstanding secret guards, whom he had spent so much effort to train, give up killing one day, become his own children, and disappear into the world?
Lying on the grass, on one side was a tall and majestic man, and on the other side was his chubby little son. Jiang Ying's scalpel, which he had never hesitated before, was trembling for some reason.
"Yan Zhuo, are you sure you've made up your mind?"