After awakening her X-ray vision, the beautiful CEO couldn't sit still any longer.

"Where am I...? Wasn't I dead?" Murong Zhenting's weak voice rang out.

"Grandpa, you're finally awake! I thought I'd never see you again, sob sob..."

Murong Xue rushed to the hospital bed, tears streaming down her face.

Murong Xue's parents died early, and she grew up with her grandfather. Of all the Murong family members, her grandfather was the one who treated her the best.

"Grandpa, you're not dead! That's wonderful! You're alive! Ye Tian saved you."

Murong Xue tearfully recounted the entire incident to Murong Zhenting.

"Thank you so much, Dr. Ye, for saving my life. I never expected you to be so skilled in medicine at such a young age."

"If you hadn't pulled me back from the brink of death, I would be dead by now."

Murong Zhenting, having been brought back to life, was overflowing with gratitude towards Ye Tian.

"You're too kind, Patriarch Murong. Just call me Ye Tian."

I was just lucky; I learned some acupuncture from a hermit when I was young. I don't deserve the title of a miracle doctor.

You just woke up, so please get plenty of rest. Eat plenty of easily digestible foods that nourish your blood and qi, and you'll be discharged soon.

Ye Tian added casually.

Wu Renjie dispatched the hospital's most professional doctors to give Murong Zhenting a full-body examination.

"Patriarch Murong, all your physical indicators have now returned to normal."

"This is simply incredible, a medical miracle!" Wu Renjie's voice trembled with excitement as he looked at the report.

Not long ago, Murong Zhenting's bodily functions had completely failed, and he personally announced his death.

How long had it been? Murong Zhenting's body had miraculously recovered.

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, Wu Renjie would never have believed that such a miracle could happen.

"Thank you so much, Doctor Ye, for saving my life. You not only saved my life, but also Xue'er's. I, Murong Zhenting, will never forget your great kindness."

Here's the deal: the Murong family's most profitable businesses are the Murong Group and the antique market.

I wonder if Mr. Ye is interested in antiques?

"If you're interested, I'll give you the antique market as a thank you gift."

Ye Tian was stunned when he heard this. Murong Zhenting was so generous?

An antique market, its value is simply immeasurable.

He originally thought that Murong Zhenting would give him some money to repay his life-saving grace.

I never expected him to donate an entire antique market! That's incredibly generous!

"What? Dad, are you confused? This is absolutely not allowed."

The antique market is half of the Murong family's territory. How can we just hand it over to someone else?

He's a conman, not even fit to be a doorman at the antique market.

Murong Qiming immediately stood up to object.

"You unfilial son, do you think that your father's life plus Xue'er's life, two lives, are not as important as an antique market?"

Let alone half of the Murong family's empire, if Ye Tian needs it, I would give him the entire Murong family's assets without hesitation.

"But you three, you just humiliated Doctor Ye in every way! Why don't you kneel down and apologize to Doctor Ye!"

Murong Zhenting's angry voice echoed throughout the ward.

However, Murong Qiming, Murong Qianqian, and Du Wenxiu showed no intention of apologizing.

"Dad, I think you're really getting senile. You want our Murong family to apologize to him? Does he deserve it?"

You really can't hand over the antique market to him. Even if you did, he wouldn't be able to protect it.

With so many eyes on the antique market, one wrong move could wipe out all our hard work over the years.

If such a lucrative business were to be snatched away by the Murong family's enemies, wouldn't we be filled with regret?

"Dad, you absolutely cannot hand over the antique market to an outsider. I strongly disagree."

Murong Qiming refused to budge an inch.

"That's right, Dad. He's just a greenhorn who hasn't even grown up yet. How could he possibly manage an antique market?"

Although he stumbled upon a dead mouse by sheer luck and saved your life.

"We can just give him some money and send him away; there's no need to give away such a huge antique market."

Du Wenxiu quickly chimed in to agree.

"Yes, Grandpa, even if he knows a bit of swindling and cheating, what kind of place is an antique market? He definitely can't do it."

Whether it's appraising antiques and calligraphy, or gambling on rough stones which requires the most skill, he knows nothing. How could he possibly run a successful business?

Murong Qianqian also voiced her opposition.

"Qiming, you have disappointed me greatly." Murong Zhenting shook his head with a gloomy expression.

Perhaps out of pity for his misfortune, a sense of powerlessness arises from the decline of a hero.

Murong Zhenting paused for a few seconds, then solemnly announced:

"I'm not dead yet, and it's not your place to make decisions about this family."

My mind is made up. From today onwards, the antique market will be entirely under Ye Tian's management.

Xue'er immediately issued the resignation notice and informed everyone.

Anyone from the Murong family who obstructs this matter will be expelled from the family!

Ignoring the obstruction of Murong Qiming and the other two, Murong Zhenting directly issued the final order.

"Yes, Grandpa," Murong Xue nodded in agreement.

"Ye Tian, ​​do you think my arrangement is okay?"

From now on, you will be in charge of the antique market, and Xue'er will be in charge of the Murong Group.

If you don't understand anything, just ask Xue'er. The two of you should get to know each other better; I believe you can definitely run the antique market well.

Murong Zhenting looked at Ye Tian with a smile in his eyes, seemingly implying something.

Ye Tian touched his nose. Wasn't he supposed to be asking for his opinion? Why did he skip the questioning and make the decision for him?

"Patriarch Murong, since that's the case, I won't refuse."

Everything is up to you, sir.

Murong Zhenting gifted him an antique market; what reason did he have to refuse such a tremendous offer?

His extraordinary ability to appraise antiques is tailor-made for the antique market, isn't it?

Others might worry about not being able to run the antique market well, but Ye Tian doesn't.

With the blessing of the Heavenly Eye Divine Power, he will be the absolute king in his little corner of the antique market!

"Dad, since you've made up your mind, I won't insist anymore."

But if Ye Tian is to take over the antique market, he has to show some ability to convince people, right?

Otherwise, even if we agree, our men won't agree.

I propose we hold a jade gambling and appraisal competition. If Ye Tian can come out on top, I believe everyone will be convinced!

Murong Qiming secretly vowed that he couldn't let Ye Tian intercept the antique market halfway through his long-term plan.

Since he couldn't do it openly, he resorted to underhanded methods.

Ye Tian is a complete country bumpkin who knows nothing. Making him lose at the jade gambling and appraisal competition would be a piece of cake.

If Ye Tian loses at the Stone Gambling and Treasure Appraisal Conference, Murong Qiming will have enough reason to ruin Ye Tian.

"Ye Tian, ​​what do you think?" Murong Zhenting asked.

"I agree!" Ye Tian nodded.

Trying to mess with me at the jade gambling and appraisal event? You have the supernatural ability to see through things and appraise jade, let's see how I deal with you.

"Alright, the jade gambling and treasure appraisal competition will be held tomorrow. Ye Tian, ​​you should prepare well. I hope you can outshine everyone."

"Xue'er, please take good care of our savior for me. I'm tired, you can all leave now."

Murong Zhenting had been seriously ill for many days. Although his physical indicators had recovered, his energy and spirit still needed to be gradually restored.

At that moment, a faint sound reached Ye Tian's ears.

"Honey, we absolutely cannot let that little bastard Ye Tian take away the antique market."

That's our cash cow!

Du Wenxiu said anxiously in Murong Qiming's ear.

"I know the old man is getting senile, but I'm not senile at all."

The antique market will absolutely not fall into Ye Tian's hands.

Tomorrow is the jade gambling and appraisal event, and I'll make sure he loses from start to finish.

He can forget about the antique market! Whether he can even save his life is another matter entirely!

"Okay, I get angry just looking at that little punk. I'm definitely not going to let him get away with this tomorrow."

Murong Qiming and Du Wenxiu walked ahead, thinking they were far enough away from Ye Tian that he couldn't possibly hear them.

Little did they know that Ye Tian could sense even the crawling of cockroaches within a distance of tens of meters.

Ye Tian sneered inwardly: "Since you're courting death, don't blame me."