Darryl and Chester pleaded with Divine Farmer to help them save Dax.
Divine Farmer combed his long beard with his hand and said, "Don't panic. Let me think."
He looked at Dax's green-colored face and pondered it. A few seconds later, he got an idea and said, "There's a way to save Dax, but it's very risky. Plus, I've only used that method once."
"What is it?" Darryl's eyes brightened as he asked.
Chester, Debra, and the others were all staring at Divine Farmer, waiting for an answer.
Divine Farmer took a deep breath and said, "Blood transfusion."
"Blood transfusion?" Darryl was stunned.
Divine Farmer nodded and motioned toward Dax. "The poison in his body had mixed with his blood. There is no way to get rid of it. The only thing that comes to mind is blood transfusion."
He could not hide how worried he felt. "Get someone to transfuse half of the blood in his body to Dax. But everyone's body and blood type are different, same as cultivators. It's not easy to find someone who matches Dax's body and blood type."
His face was solemn as if he knew the chances were slim.
Darryl and Chester exchanged blank stares and said nothing.
"Blood transfusion? I'll do it!" A disciple from Flower Mountain exclaimed when he heard it. "Take my blood and give it to Sect Master."
The other disciples also shouted.
"Take mine."
"Mine!"
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