Although the others in the ancestral hall did not speak, it is not difficult to see from the doubtful eyes that Zhao Jie's words represent their voices.

Jiang Yuan's face was as calm as water and he said lightly.

"Since I've spoken, I'm sure I'll save people."

Zhao Jie sneered disdainfully and said with contempt.

"You little bastard with your hair, why are you bragging about here with me? While I haven't gotten angry yet, get out as far as I can, otherwise don't blame me for being polite."

Jiang Yuan's eyes became cold and his brows frowned slightly.

Liu Wentao, who was beating aside, also felt a little pounding in his heart, lowered his voice and persuaded in a low voice,

"Brother Yuan, why don't you forget it first. I will obey you when it comes to fighting, but we are laymen who treat the disease and save people. Lao Zhao and I are good friends. We'd better not interfere, so we won't have an accident."

Jiang Yuan shook his head. If it weren't for Zhao Duan's sake, he wouldn't have been lazy to get into this muddy waters.

Cough cough cough...

At this time, Zhao Duan, who was unconscious, started coughing again, and his blood was overflowing more and more, and his condition worsened to the extreme.

On a chair of a very old Grand Master in the middle of the ancestral hall, there was an old man with wrinkles on his face. He had just drooped his eyelids and looked drowsy.

Bang bang bang bang!

The old man knocked the crutch in his hand on the ground twice, attracting everyone's attention, and said slowly in an old voice.

"Shut all your mouths, save people and pull them out."

The old man was obviously very prestigious in the village. As soon as he opened his mouth, everyone shut their mouths, and even Zhao Jie, who was excited, lowered his head.

"yes!"

The two doctors were ashamed of amnesty and quickly put on disinfection gloves, treated the wound briefly, held the mouthparts with both hands and pulled them upwards with force.

Puff!

The hot blood was sprayed out from the wound, and it splashed out more than half a meter high.

After removing the mouthparts, the two doctors started to stop the bleeding in a hurry, but Zhao Duo's condition was extremely bad. After a few times of stiffness, he immediately thrust his legs and closed his eyes as if he was breathless!

Zhao Jie was anxious, grabbed the doctor's collar and asked fiercely.

"What's going on? What's going on with my dad!"

The doctor's forehead was covered with sweat, and hesitantly said with trembling lips.

"This old man is old after all, and his physical fitness is not as good as a young man. In the case of excessive blood loss, the situation is probably not optimistic..."

Zhao Jie was dizzy when he heard this, his eyes turned red in an instant, and he punched the doctor in the face, shouting hysterically.

"You damn quack doctor, I'm going to kill my father."

A doctor was startled, hurriedly took a few steps back, and said with a sad face.

"It was the old man who asked us to save us. We have really tried our best, but the patient's physical fitness is too poor, and there is really no way."

"Waste, you two are waste!"

Zhao Jie couldn't listen at all, so he raised his arm and punched and kicked the two of them. The ancestral hall was in chaos for a while and it was a mess.

In the midst of chaos, Jiang Yuan came to Zhao Duo with his eyes closed, reached out and touched his breath. It was already very weak, and there was a possibility of dying at any time.

After all, Zhao Duoyi was not strong enough. He suffered injuries during his previous escape and released so much blood, so it was really not easy to save his life.

Jiang Yuan reached out and untied the gauze bandaged near the wound. After pulling out the mosquito mouthpiece, the remaining wound was very deep. You could vaguely see the white bone stubble, and blood oozed out around.

He raised his hand and pressed it on it, and a faint light emanated from his palm.

In the chaotic ancestral hall, the old man sitting on the upper mat with his eyelids drooping, suddenly his eyes suddenly opened, and a shiny light burst out from it, staring at Jiang Yuan tightly.

In his palm, he held a green bead, which emitted vigorous vitality from it, and soon stopped the blood near the wound.

This bead was passed down from the one-eyed ancestor, and contained extremely strong vitality. The originally torn and ferocious wounds quickly improved.

Zhao Duo, who was originally as angry as a slept, gradually became smoother and no longer as difficult as before. Although his eyes were still closed, he seemed to be asleep.

The two unlucky doctors were beaten up by Zhao Jie with an old fist. He turned around accidentally and saw Jiang Yuan dismantling the gauze that his father had bandaged the wound, and the fire suddenly rose in his heart.

"Little bastard, do you take my words as a warning? I have told you not to move around, are you looking for death?"

As he said, he rushed over with great strides, raised his fist to the back of Jiang Yuan's head, and smashed it hard.

Liu Wentao looked around and exclaimed in surprise.

"Brother Yuan, be careful of sneak attacks."

There was no need for him to remind him. Jiang Yuan didn't even turn his head back and punched him with a backhand, and he hit Zhao Jie in an impartial way.

Click!

With the crisp sound of a bone impact, Zhao Jie's face turned from white to red, then turned into ashen, and screamed hysterically.

"You...you dare to come to my Zhao family's ancestral hall to cause trouble and throw him out!"

The security guards around him woke up as if they were dreaming, surrounded him in panic and stared at Jiang Yuan with a fierce look.

"Stop it all!"

At this time, the old man with a crutch stood up from the chair, came to Zhao Jie, and slapped him in the face.

"You ungrateful thing, someone saved your father's life, and you still have to repay your grudges with kindness. It's really blinding your dog's eyes."

The originally lively ancestral hall was silent all of a sudden. Zhao Jie covered his face blankly, looked in disbelief and said in surprise.

"Grandpa, why didn't I understand what you mean?"

"I mean literally, you idiot!"

Zhao Tai glared at him fiercely and cursed in anger.

Zhao Jie only came back to his senses, and thorns slid up from the ground, and said in surprise.

"You mean my father's life is saved?"

"nonsense!"

Despite being scolded, Zhao Jie hurried to his father Zhao Duo, put his hand on the front of his nose, and indeed felt his steady breathing.

Looking at the wound on the back with blood flowing, not only has the blood stopped, but some red granulation appeared near the wound, which is moving towards signs of healing.

Zhao Jie has an impulsive personality and a simple mind, but he is not unaware of the black and white. When he saw his father turning from danger to safety, he turned around and plopped, knelt down in front of Jiang Yuan, and kowtowed deeply.
Chapter completed!