Chapter 159: Where Exactly Is the Patient?

“President Lin, let’s set aside other matters for now and focus on the patient’s condition. Is the patient currently at the hospital? If so, why don’t we go there right away?”

To avoid accidentally revealing too much, Ye Cheng refrained from discussing the Peach Blossom Valley with Lin Moyan and instead shifted the topic to the patient.

“The patient isn’t in Linzhou at the moment; he is currently…”

Five hundred years ago, when she was still Xu Xian or Xu Xuan, if she had taken Xu Xuan far away to escape the divine and demonic entanglements, Xu Xuan wouldn’t have died before her eyes.

She always believed that such a proud He Hansheng, if she refused him decisively and firmly enough, would eventually let go.

At first, when the Imperial Prince of the Ji family extended an invitation, Shi Tian was somewhat conflicted; subjectively, he inclined to think the other side was probing.

She couldn’t help but reveal her half-snake, half-human form; the hard scales shielded her from the wind but could not dispel the dark clouds in her heart.

Ye Qingyu was very curious and worried that something might have happened to the company, so she took Qin Ke’s phone without hesitation.

Ye Qingyu was delighted. Watching the slices of meat sizzle and drip with oil as they grilled, she couldn’t help but swallow her saliva.

Qin Ke frowned, curious as he was, but fearing to disturb Yang Cheng, he turned and went upstairs.

On the surface, he was just a mortal; the only benefit he could offer to demons was his flesh and blood essence.

The scratching felt so much better, yet it quickly spiraled out of control; it seemed more and more areas needed to be scratched, and her hands were simply not enough.

Business at the escort agency wasn’t going well either; caught between the four great families and struggling to survive amid numerous masters, how could Xiao Zhan not harbor hope?

She used to strongly resist marrying and sharing a bed with a man. But now, if she were to marry Han Ge… Zhao Qingcheng felt she might not refuse.

Upon hearing Ye Mingyue’s words, Zhang Tianheng’s eyes blazed with fury; if that was the case, then everything Mu Li did was justified.

The Second Prince, the Seventh Prince, and a hidden Lord of Langya Commandery—now, there was also the Fifth Prince.

As he walked into a quiet alley, a burly man wearing a mask suddenly sprang out from behind, startling Ma Juncai.

Dan Chenxi turned her gaze to Liu Ming, who merely smiled slightly, conveying a calm, soothing look. Only then did Dan Chenxi relax and sit down.

Because of the fierce wind and blizzard, even with the protection of insulated military uniforms, these soldiers were freezing to death due to enemy attacks and the depletion of their suits’ warmth.

Beitang Xian’er and her three companions unleashed their mortal realm cultivation power; streams of mutated luminous energy blasted toward Fan Li, but upon encountering a single palm strike, the energy was shattered like withered wood.

The atmosphere was even more lively than in the morning, given the higher turnout and intense bidding. Thanks to the enthusiastic support of Hu Jianmin and Yan Sihai that morning, many high-priced deals were made, much to Ling Tiancheng’s satisfaction.

Within the skeletal legion’s formation, the close-combat skeleton soldiers charged out, clashing fiercely with the corpse wizards, both sides crowded together.

Baili Hong nodded approvingly. “So dutifully carrying out orders.” Well, he knew that even if he tried to persuade Zhao Long, it would be useless; Zhao Long’s temperament was that of a stubborn mule.

“I held her and told her that if she waited two weeks, we could be together forever, a lifetime as husband and wife.”

Upon hearing this, Rong Qian immediately shot him a glare; how dare he say that! She turned her head away in frustration.

Unexpectedly, as soon as the words left her mouth, Susan leapt from the green bird and plunged into the sea. She quickly swam to the vicinity of Xiao Baizhu’s life jacket, grasping it and surfacing.

Xuanyuan Tianyue closed his eyes slightly, silent. Would he return? Who knew? Even if he knew the outcome, would it change anything? Deep in his heart, he always harbored that small hope, even if it was just one in ten thousand.

Then, under Lu Xiangyi’s fleeting gaze, she stepped forward in high heels, walking gracefully and confidently toward the restroom.