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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 …"

Murong Batian wanted to get up, but he had just finished the operation, how could he sit up?

Jiang Liu'er patted Murong Batian's arm and lowered her voice, "I'll go look for you, and when I find that you fainted, I'll send you to the hospital. Don't worry, you'll be fine.

Murong Batian tried his best to open his eyes and looked around the room. His eyes were filled with disappointment, he closed his eyes and let out a long sigh.

"Sigh …"

Of course, Jiang Liu'er knew that Murong Batian was looking for Murong Xuan in his room. She also knew how disappointed he was that he didn't see his son. He didn't say anything and just quietly sat to the side, waiting for Murong Batian to wake up.

Unknowingly, Jiang Liu'er also felt a little sleepy. She kept nodding her head and was still in a daze when she suddenly heard Murong Batian's voice. She shook her head and Murong Batian reached out his hand as if he wanted to drink water.

He quickly placed the cup next to Murong Batian's mouth and started to feed him water bit by bit.

Murong Batian drank two mouthfuls and coughed a few times before slowly opening his mouth, "Thank, thank you."

Jiang Liu'er was a little surprised, Murong Batian actually said thank you to her, "Mr Murong, now is not the time to say these words, you just recovered a little, don't be in such a hurry, just lie down and rest."

Murong Batian pursed his lips, revealing a bitter smile. He kept shaking his head as if it was because of his body, and kept on showing an embarrassed expression.

"If not for you, I might have become an ice-cold corpse by now. Things have already gotten to this stage, and what happened to Jiang Liu'er earlier might have been because I misunderstood you and did some bad things. Don't take it to heart."

Jiang Liu'er nodded her head. This old fogey is really something. He still wants to think about all these trivial matters at this time. Why is there a need?

"I understand, Mr Mu Rong. You don't need to say these words. I, Jiang Liu'er, am not a petty person."

Murong Batian slept for a long time. Although it was midnight, he felt much better. Looking at Jiang Liu'er, who was beside his bed, all sorts of feelings welled up in his heart.

The once glorious and illustrious Murong Batian was now not his own son, but rather a thorn in his side. Perhaps he had really aged, and was no longer able to see clearly what was right or wrong.

Although no matter what he did, he only hoped for the good of his son, but unfortunately for him now, both he and his son had fallen to this stage. It could be said that he was reprisal, or it could also be said that he was the one who deserved it.

"Anyway, why did you come to my house?"

Jiang Liu'er didn't know what was going on with the Heavenly Son Sword, but it wasn't time yet. After all, Murong Batian had just walked out of the gates of hell, and the Heavenly Son Sword was in his heart.

"Mister Murong, since you asked, I'll go straight to the point. I came here today to buy the Heavenly Son Sword from you."

Murong Batian frowned. Why was the Heavenly Sword so popular all of a sudden? "Murong Xuan also wants the Heavenly Sword. What, is there a secret to this sword?"

Jiang Liu'er raised her eyebrows. Mu Rong Xuan looked for the Heavenly Son Sword and the Devil Sect's side and said, "Mister Murong, I was helping you before. This time, I wanted to buy the Heavenly Son Sword from you because of a business deal."

Murong Batian nodded. He had the Heavenly Sword in his heart, not to mention Jiang Liu'er, even if it was his own son, he would still have a hard time giving it up. But in this situation, Murong Batian would never think that way again.

He had just taken a walk through the Gate of Life and Death, and in his eyes, these gold and silver finances were not important anymore. When his life was hanging by a thread, he would save himself and no one else, but this young man in front of him, the savior of his life, and the benefactor of his benefactor. He was in the martial arts world, and he knew how to repay them, not to mention, it was just something that could be bought with money.

"This Heavenly Son Sword, I …"

Jiang Liu'er looked at Murong Batian for a long time before saying, thinking that the old man was unwilling, she quickly added, "Mister Murong, no matter who it is, I am not someone who can take advantage of the situation. Jiang Liu'er looked at Murong Batian for a long time, thinking that the old man was unwilling, she quickly replied," Mister Murong Rong, no matter who it is, I am not someone who can take advantage of the situation.

Murong Batian pursed his lips. Jiang Liu'er's words gave him some comfort in his heart, but the other side of the comfort made him think of his own son. He could no longer hide the unbearable feeling in his heart, there was no filial son in front of the bed for a long time.

I, Murong Batian, know very well in my heart who you are, and you have indeed helped me quite a lot at that time. Since you wanted this Heavenly Son Sword, and you saved my life, I will give it to you as a gift. Since you have asked for money, I, Murong Batian, do not lack money because it is what I need.

Jiang Liu'er was surprised. After making a trip to the circle of life and death, Murong Batian suddenly became a lot more open-minded. She didn't know if this was a blessing in disguise or not.

"Mister Murong, thank you!"