CHAPTER 569: CHAPTER 553: REVEALING THE SHARP EDGE

Jiang Xiaoxiao glanced at Mu Shaocheng, "Mr. Mu, now I want to clear the area, leaving only a few important people; all others must leave. Because this secret should only be known by the core members, and I believe you wouldn’t want anyone leaking this secret."

Mu Shaocheng was surprised, bold words indeed.

He glanced at Mu Chen.

"All the other staff, withdraw. All the guards, stay in the corridor. The ones remaining here are all people I trust."

The others quickly began to act according to Mu Shaocheng’s instructions.

Soon, the hall was empty.

Only Mu Shaocheng, Mu Feng, Mu Chen, and Mr. Shi remained.

Jiang Xiaoxiao walked over to Mu Feng.

"Lend me your dagger."

Mu Feng glanced at Mu Shaocheng.

Mu Shaocheng nodded; a dagger didn’t matter.

As long as it’s not within the scope of firearms, there’s no way Jiang Xiaoxiao could handle me with just a dagger alone.

"Give it to her!"

Mu Feng drew a military dagger from his waist.

Jiang Xiaoxiao lifted the dagger and stabbed her own arm.

In the hot weather, Jiang Xiaoxiao was already wearing a dress, her arms exposed, and as the dagger pierced, blood began to drip down steadily.

Jiang Xiaoxiao gritted her teeth, her face pale, as she pulled the dagger out.

The wound looked severe.

Everyone was wide-eyed, staring in amazement at Jiang Xiaoxiao’s shocking action.

Song Moting stood behind a pillar, his hand clenched into a tight fist.

He understood what Jiang Xiaoxiao was doing; she wanted everyone to witness the miraculous efficacy of her ancestral secret recipe.

"The miraculous effect of my ancestral secret recipe can make all wounds heal quickly. Naturally, this can also be applied to internal organs, allowing damaged organs to rapidly recover."

Jiang Xiaoxiao tilted her head back and drank a cup of dark green liquid.

Jiang Xiaoxiao extended her arm, causing the blood to flow more intensely.

Mu Shaocheng sat up straight, his eyes fixed unwaveringly on Jiang Xiaoxiao.

Has this woman gone mad? Can she spout such nonsense?

If modern medical technology had reached this level, then his daughter’s illness would be nothing—they could cure her easily with some medicine.

Does Jiang Xiaoxiao think she can deceive me like this and be let out?

Is her brain soaked with water, or has she been hit by a door?

Mu Chen said nothing but slowly walked over to Jiang Xiaoxiao, getting closer and closer, the eyes beneath his gold-rimmed glasses gleaming with joy, his breath quickening, his chest heaving, signifying his inner excitement.

Jiang Xiaoxiao raised her arm.

"Mr. Mu, open your eyes wide and take a look."

"Mr. Mu, do you have any physical discomforts? You can also try it out. Of course, this medicine must at least retain 100ml for Ziluo’s treatment; the remainder can be used for experiments."

The wound on Jiang Xiaoxiao’s arm was visibly healing at an incredible rate.

Mu Chen widened his eyes, staring blankly at the wound.

Mu Shaocheng suddenly stood up.

So surprised was he that the cigar he held dropped onto the shag carpet; the burnt smell didn’t even catch his attention.

He briskly walked over.

Mu Feng closely followed.

His gaze was hotly fixed on Jiang Xiaoxiao’s wound.

He never imagined that Jiang Xiaoxiao’s ancestral secret remedy would indeed be effective; it seemed he hadn’t chosen the wrong partner.

With Jiang Xiaoxiao’s ancestral remedy, even if a suitable heart couldn’t be found, Ziluo could live like a normal child.

At this moment, Mu Feng internally decided he must protect Jiang Xiaoxiao, even at the cost of his own life.

Mu Shaocheng approached Jiang Xiaoxiao.

"Doctor Jiang, your medicine is so powerful. What’s the speed of recovery like? Are there any side effects?"

Jiang Xiaoxiao snorted disdainfully.

Mu Shaocheng was quite vigilant; he wasn’t blindly drawn to the effectiveness of the medicine, instead cautiously considering the side effects first.

This was because Mu Shaocheng had encountered many effects caused by such germs. His first reaction wasn’t to marvel at the medicine but to consider what side effects it might bring.

What talent.

"I personally drank it. Do you think if there were side effects, I would risk myself? I can tell you this medicine has no side effects."

"Mr. Mu, if I remember correctly, you once mentioned undergoing liver resection surgery and have a family history of diabetes, requiring daily insulin injections. As for you, Mu Feng, if I recall correctly, you have congenital high blood pressure. Why not try it?

Naturally, significant illnesses require a higher dose, while minor ones can be treated with a small amount. After all, everyone here studies medicine. Isn’t Mu Er Gongzi a doctor? Whether the medicine works or not, your equipment will determine it, not my mouth."

Jiang Xiaoxiao extended an olive branch.

Mu Shaocheng suspiciously stared at Jiang Xiaoxiao.

He chuckled like an old fox.

"Doctor Jiang, do you take me for a fool? You say drink and I’ll drink? Before talking about side effects, what if there’s poison in your concoction? If you risk your life to poison me, it’s possible. People like you always see yourself as superior, noble and pure like saints.

In your hearts, you worship so-called morality and nobility, sacrificing yourself for others. I’ve seen plenty such people.

Doctor Jiang, do you think I’d fall for this?"

Mu Shaocheng’s words made Jiang Xiaoxiao realize that this old fox was too vigilant, holding the utmost guard against others.

Her petty tricks surely couldn’t make him lower his defenses, yet she was at her wits’ end.

Jiang Xiaoxiao came with a determination to die.

Now it seemed everything had failed.

Jiang Xiaoxiao’s expression didn’t change. Even in failure, she knew she had no right to reveal any sound or color; even in failure, she must continue the act.

There was a child like Tang Yuan still waiting for her to rescue.

And millions waiting for her to save in the world.

She wasn’t a saint.

Not a hero saving the world.

But this time, even if Song Moting didn’t want to continue, she would persevere, not allowing her family, her beloved friends, to ruin all those living happily in this world because of Mu Shaocheng’s ambition.

So Mu Shaocheng must die.

Even at the cost of her own sacrifice.

"Mr. Mu, you don’t have to drink. But these will form the next batch of medicine, about a year from now. You can watch the effects. I see no need to deceive you. There are only 500 ml, and now 30 ml is wasted.

The remainder is enough for experimentation. Who do you want to try this on? I’ve already shown you this astounding scene. You’ve seen my wound, right? It’s already completely healed, not from just my words."

The wound on Jiang Xiaoxiao’s arm had healed to an astonishing extent.

Even if not perfectly restored, it was remarkable.

Jiang Xiaoxiao naturally understood that this time, she had the peach from Spiritual Spring, no ordinary peach.

The effect was far greater than peaches that grew on trees; this effectiveness was indeed astounding.

Mu Shaocheng looked at Jiang Xiaoxiao’s arm.

Mu Feng extended his hand, "Father, I can try it in your place. If there’s no risk, you and Ziluo can use it."