C80 Saving a life is better than building a seven-storey pagoda

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