CHAPTER 755: CHAPTER 760: NANRONG YONG IN DANGER

Ling Chen frowned tightly, watching Nanrong Yong who remained unconscious, and a harsh glint flashed through his Mo Che-like eyes.

On Nanrong Yong’s wrist, a cut had been made by someone, and blood gushed out from it, dripping onto the ground, almost entirely surrounding the rattan chair with fresh blood.

"Grandfather! Grandfather!"

Nanrong Wanqing cried out loudly for her grandfather, tears unstoppably streamed from her eyes, sliding down her cheeks to the ground, blending with the blood.

"Wanqing, calm down first."

Ling Chen gently patted Nanrong Wanqing’s shoulder and then checked Nanrong Yong’s injuries. Fortunately, they had discovered it in time. Had it been a few minutes later, even a deity would have difficulty saving Nanrong Yong’s life.

Nevertheless, Nanrong Yong’s condition was far from optimistic. Originally afflicted with illness and weak constitutionally, coupled with his advanced age and significantly reduced resistance, it was already very difficult for him to retain a breath of life after losing so much blood.

Relying on his years of experience, Ling Chen lifted Nanrong Yong’s wrist, tore two strips of fabric from his clothing, and wound them tightly around the wound to temporarily stop the bleeding. Then, Ling Chen picked up Nanrong Yong’s body, moved him from the balcony to the bedroom, and gently laid him on the bed.

Looking at Nanrong Wanqing who was standing beside, dazed and clueless, Ling Chen said, "Don’t just stand there, hurry up and get someone to prepare saline solution."

"Oh!" Nanrong Wanqing hurriedly responded and rushed out of the room.

At this moment, Nanrong Yong was barely breathing, showing almost no signs of life.

No, this won’t do!

Ling Chen inwardly frowned. If things continued this way, Nanrong Yong would inevitably die. He had to quickly find a way to transfuse blood.

But time was pressing, where could he find a suitable source of blood instantly? The time it would take could be wasteful. By then, it was likely that Nanrong Yong would be finished.

There’s no other way... Ling Chen thought for a moment, placed his palm on Nanrong Yong’s heart, and began to channel his Inner Strength, sending it through the palm of his hand into Nanrong Yong’s body, struggling to maintain his life.

Since Nanrong Yong’s body was greatly weakened and severely injured, Ling Chen dared not employ his Inner Strength too fiercely, fearing that Nanrong Yong couldn’t withstand it, and that ruptured blood vessels would lead to death - that would be counterproductive. Therefore, Ling Chen’s movements were extremely careful, always maintaining a steady rhythm.

Moreover, his own injuries had not healed, and his Inner Strength was limited; he had to use it sparingly.

Minutes passed, and Ling Chen’s forehead began to be covered with sweat, his breathing growing more and more rapid.

Why hasn’t she come back yet?

Ling Chen occasionally looked towards the bedroom door, growing secretly anxious. So much time had passed, and Nanrong Wanqing still hadn’t returned, and he didn’t know where she had gone.

Now, Nanrong Yong’s body had weakened to an extreme. Once Ling Chen withdrew his Inner Strength, Nanrong Yong would undoubtedly die, unable to hold on for even a second. However, the most pressing issue was that Ling Chen himself wouldn’t be able to hold on much longer in his current state.

If Nanrong Wanqing doesn’t show up soon, let alone Nanrong Yong, even Ling Chen himself would be in danger.

Just as he thought this, suddenly there came a series of urgent footsteps outside the door. Then, Nanrong Wanqing appeared, accompanied by several doctors in white coats rushing in from the outside.

"Quick, quick!"

Under Nanrong Wanqing’s urging, several doctors hastily opened their portable medical kits, taking out saline solution, as well as some emergency-specific drugs and equipment, and began to administer aid to Nanrong Yong.

After a minute of resuscitation efforts, Ling Chen, who had been continuously channeling Inner Strength, finally collapsed, his legs giving out beneath him as he fell to the ground, gasping for air, his complexion deathly pale and his lips devoid of any color, as if he had been seriously ill.

"Ling Chen!"

Seeing Ling Chen in such a weakened state, Nanrong Wanqing was startled and rushed to his side, helping him to sit down.

"How are you?" Nanrong Wanqing asked worriedly.

"I’m fine," Ling Chen replied weakly. Although he said this, Ling Chen knew his condition the clearest. Overexerting his Inner Strength had caused severe depletion to his body. At this moment, he was devoid of any strength, his body aching and feeling indescribably uncomfortable.

Taking a deep breath, Ling Chen looked at the doctors who were busy with their work, only to see them hang several bags of blood at the bedside from their medical kits to begin a blood transfusion for Nanrong Yong.

In less than a few minutes, Nanrong Yong’s pale complexion finally showed some improvement.

"Wanqing, where did you find these people?" Ling Chen curiously asked.

Nanrong Wanqing had only been away for a few minutes, yet she had not only brought doctors but also prepared blood packs, and at an incredibly fast pace.

"These are private doctors hired by the Nanrong Family. Because grandpa’s health is poor, he needs to undergo regular check-ups, so we’ve rented a villa in Wealthy Manor for them to live in, so they are available at a moment’s notice. I was terrified earlier and forgot to notify them. Thankfully, they didn’t come too late, or else..." Saying this, Nanrong Wanqing also felt a wave of relief.

"Ling Chen, who do you think is so malicious to harm my grandfather?"

Ling Chen shook his head, finding the situation strange as well. Nanrong Yong didn’t have many enemies, save for members of Nanrong Gang’s family from the past. Moreover, the grudges with the Nanrong Gang’s family had already been cleared and were not pursued further. If not them, who else could it be?

While contemplating, Ling Chen saw a doctor in a white coat approach and say, "Miss Nanrong, the old master’s condition is temporarily stable now. However, the old master’s body is too weak; we will need to observe him for a few more days."

"Alright, then I’ll be troubling you all."

"Miss Nanrong, you are too polite; this is what we should do." After speaking, the doctor looked at Ling Chen with interest and said, "To be honest, if Mr. Ling hadn’t lent a hand just now, even if we had arrived, it would have been too late. I’m quite curious to know what method Mr. Ling used to sustain the old master’s life?"

Ling Chen wanted to wave his hand dismissively, but his arms felt as heavy as if filled with molten lead—so heavy that they seemed impossible to lift.

After a brief response, Ling Chen let Nanrong Wanqing help him out of the bedroom.

Upon returning to his own room, the moment Ling Chen lay down on the bed, he fell into a deep sleep without uttering another word.

...

In a research base in East Sea City.

Hu Fei, with arms akimbo, sauntered through the production workshop, inspecting the output of exoskeleton armor.

Just then, Kaelina hurried over from outside and said, "Fatty, there’s been progress in the laboratory."

"Really?" Hu Fei’s eyes lit up, and without saying another word, he hurried toward the laboratory.

Arriving outside the laboratory, Hu Fei peered through the bulletproof glass to look inside; he saw Jiang Yunkai and Bai Huanjun lying on the beds, continuously struggling and distorting their faces with pain as if enduring inhuman suffering.