C80 (1/2)

Murong Batian's face was pale as he laid on the ground. There was a bit of white foam on the corner of his mouth, but Jiang Liu'er didn't dare to act rashly. She carefully placed her finger on Murong Batian's nose and probed.

His breathing was so weak that he couldn't feel it. He quickly picked up the phone and dialed 110. The amount of time he waited was as long as a few years, making Jiang Liu'er's heart beat faster and faster as she followed Murong Batian.

After a long while, they heard the sound of an ambulance coming from outside the door. The doctor hurriedly ran in from the door, put Murong Batian on a stretcher and entered the ambulance.

Jiang Liu'er followed beside Murong Batian. As she looked at the slightly pale eyes of the old man, she suddenly felt a little sad for him.

An old man who had reached a certain age in his late twenties would always wish to have a grandson by his side no matter where he went. In other words, even if he was ill and passed out, there would still be someone by his side to take care of him.

But now, Murong Xuan was treating his old man as someone who owed him a debt and was asking for more. If Murong Batian didn't give it to him, Murong Xuan wouldn't be able to recognize him.

”Excuse me, are you Mr. Murong Batian's relative?”

After the doctor had examined Murong Batian's body, he asked Jiang Liu'er who was beside him. Jiang Liu'er didn't know whether she should or not.

The doctor did not wait for Jiang Liu'er to reply and explained Murong Batian's situation to him. He talked a lot about his heart problems and the need for surgery, otherwise, his life would be in danger.

”This operation requires the family's signature. If there are no problems, please verify the signature as soon as possible. The earlier the operation is performed, the less risk you will have.”

Jiang Liu'er nodded her head. She took out her phone and dialed Murong Xuan's number after a long hesitation.

”Sorry, the user you dialed is down.”

The woman's voice was extremely cold. Jiang Liu'er pressed the red button and shook her head. Looking at the unconscious Murong Batian, she took the paper and wrote down her name.

He did not know what kind of responsibility he would have to take, but if he did not do it now, he was afraid that his life would be wasted.

The ambulance arrived at the hospital in a few minutes. After the tense process, Murong Batian was sent to the operation room. Jiang Liu'er sat at the door of the operation room and looked at the red light shining at the entrance.

His phone suddenly rang. The call was from A.

”Hello.”

”Is there something wrong with the way he speaks so carefully?” ”Yes,” I said.

”Murong Batian entered the hospital with a heart attack. I helped him sign the surgical paper, so he's currently waiting at the entrance of the operation room.”

”Ah?” ”Hah, this old thing finally received his retribution. But then again, why did you send this old guy to the hospital? Where's his crazy son?” Hearing that Murong Batian had entered the operation room, she was extremely happy, but she couldn't understand why the person who sent this old guy to the hospital was Jiang Liu'er. Didn't he go to get the Heavenly Sword?

”It's a long story, I'll tell you later. You don't need to wait for me tonight. I don't know where that Murong Xuan went. Murong Batian can't leave no one to take care of him.”

”Alright, I understand. Then I'll think of a way to help you contact Murong Xuan. Take care of yourself, I'm going to hang up first.”

After hanging up, the lights in the operation room had just been extinguished. The doctor came out in a hurry, and Jiang Liu'er hurriedly stood up to greet him.

”Family member, the patient's operation has been completed and is very successful. Now you can send the patient back to the ward to rest. Oh yes, pay attention to the patient's diet and try to eat as lightly as possible. The nurse will explain the details to you.”

Jiang Liu'er accompanied Murong Batian back to the sickroom and sat in the empty and ice-cold room. The normally elegant Murong Batian was now devoid of people to accompany him on his bed.

The sky was getting darker, the room without any lights seemed a little eerie, and as time passed, the effects of the drug in Murong Batian's body had mostly passed.

While she was still drowsy, a dry sigh woke Jiang Liu'er up from her nap and she sat beside Murong Batian.

”Mister Murong, it's Jiang Liu'er. Can you hear me?”

”Mm …” Murong Batian's voice was a bit muffled, ”Why …” ”It's you …”