I, the Five-Clawed Golden Dragon, am being kept by the state.

A moment later, a whooshing sound came from the sky.

A golden dragon's shadow swooped down from the clouds, whipping up a gale that made the trees along the lake shake violently.

Li Chen hovered above the lake, his dragon body gleaming faintly with golden light under the moonlight.

He looked down at the lakeside, where Chen Dong and the others were still standing motionless.

Where is Wang Yijun?

Li Chen's voice rang out in the night sky, not loud, but clearly reaching everyone's ears.

Chen Dong was stunned for a moment, then realized what was happening.

Chen Dong wiped the sweat from his forehead, his voice tinged with helplessness.

"Wang Yijun is still in the hospital. The doctor said that although his vital signs are stable, his internal organs are too badly damaged and he will have to stay in bed for at least three months before he can get out of bed."

He paused, then added.

"And the doctor said that even if I recover, I can't do high-intensity work anymore."

As soon as he finished speaking, Li Chen opened his dragon mouth, and a crystal-clear bead slowly floated out.

The surface of the bead shimmers with a faint golden light and exudes a cool aura.

"This is ambergris crystal."

Li Chen's voice was calm. "Place this in Wang Yijun's mouth, and he will recover in a moment."

Chen Dong was stunned for a moment, then quickly stepped forward and caught the bead with both hands.

The beads feel warm and smooth to the touch, giving off an indescribable sense of comfort.

Just holding it made him feel much of his fatigue dissipate.

"Thank you, Lord Dragon!"

Chen Dong carefully put the beads away, his heart filled with excitement.

Ambergris crystal—just hearing the name tells you it's priceless.

Zhao Wenjin, watching from the side, stared wide-eyed, adjusted his glasses, and muttered to himself.

"If we took this thing to study..."

"Don't think about it."

Chen Dong glared at him. "This is a lifesaver."

Li Chen said no more, and with a flick of his dragon body, he sank directly into the depths of Jinghu Lake.

Its enormous body submerged in the water without creating a splash; the lake surface merely rippled before returning to calm.

Chen Dong stood by the lake, looking at the calm surface, and took a deep breath.

"Let's go, to the hospital right away."

He turned to Zhao Wenjin and said in a somewhat urgent tone.

Wang Yijun was his old brother, and he almost lost his life this time.

Now that he has the ambergris crystal, he can't wait to fly to the hospital.

Zhao Wenjin nodded, and the two quickly walked towards the vehicle parked not far away.

The ten elite warriors finally snapped out of their shock, looking at each other with disbelief still lingering in their eyes.

They had just seen a real, live dragon.

......

Dark as ink.

A military transport plane without any markings ripped through the night sky of Beijing and made a forced landing at an airport in the western suburbs that was not open to the public.

The moment the hatch opened, Chen Dong was the first to rush out, his right hand tightly gripping a specially made constant-temperature glass bottle.

Inside the bottle, the ambergris crystal was emitting a soft and sacred glow.

Zhao Wenjin followed closely behind, his expression grave.

"Quick! To ward 301, the special care unit!"

Chen Dong's voice was hoarse and hurried as he jumped directly into a military off-road vehicle that had been waiting for him.

With engines roaring, the convoy sped along the cleared road like arrows released from a bow.

Sitting in the passenger seat, Zhao Wenjin watched the street scene rushing past the window, his heart far from calm on the surface.

He pushed up his glasses and said in a low voice.

"Director Chen, this thing... will it really work?"

"What the Dragon Lord bestows will surely work."

Chen Dong's answer was resolute and without the slightest hesitation.

His gaze was fixed on the glass bottle in his hand, as if it were not a bead, but his old brother's second life.

……

Outside the highest-level ICU ward of Beijing's 301 Hospital.

The atmosphere was so oppressive it was suffocating.

"No! Absolutely not!"

A senior expert with gray hair, a leading figure in the field of cardiopulmonary medicine in China, stood with his arms outstretched, blocking the doorway to the ward, his face full of anxiety and anger.

"Director Chen, I understand your feelings! But Old Wang's condition has reached its limit; any external stimulus could cause his heart to stop! We can't gamble with his life!"

Behind him stood a group of top doctors in white coats, all with solemn expressions, clearly standing on the same side as the veteran expert.

Chen Dong stopped in his tracks, offering no argument, but instead coldly staring at him with eyes that had been steeped in blood and corpses.

"Academician Liu,"

Chen Dong's voice wasn't loud, but it carried an undeniable chill: "I'm not discussing this with you; I'm carrying out orders."

"This is a top-level S-class order. Do you intend to disobey?"

Academician Liu froze, his lips trembling.

He saved countless lives throughout his life and was highly respected. He had never been threatened like this before.

"This is neither medically nor scientifically sound!"

He is still making a final effort.

"From now on,"

Chen Dong walked past him, his shoulder almost brushing against his. "Science, step aside for now."

Zhao Wenjin sighed, patted Academician Liu on the shoulder, and said in a low voice.

"Mr. Liu, trust us. You will soon witness the arrival of a new era."

Two fully armed guards stepped forward, one on the left and one on the right, and "invited" Academician Liu, who still wanted to say something, to the side.

The ward door slowly closed behind Chen Dong.

Through the huge one-way glass, Academician Liu and all the doctors stared intently inside.

On the hospital bed, Wang Yijun's face was ashen, he had a ventilator in his mouth, and his body was covered with various tubes.

On the monitoring equipment, the heart rate curve was so faint that it looked like it might flatten into a straight line at any moment.

Chen Dong walked to the bedside, took a deep breath, gently removed Wang Yijun's ventilator, and then carefully opened the glass bottle, placing the warm and lustrous ambergris crystal into his mouth.

He closed Wang Yijun's mouth and stood quietly to the side, waiting.

Outside the glass wall, Academician Liu was trembling with anger.

"Nonsense! Absolutely nonsense! Quick! Prepare the defibrillator! The patient's heartbeat is..."

His words came to an abrupt end.

Because he saw that the faint curve on the monitor not only did not disappear, but seemed to be injected with infinite vitality, and suddenly surged upwards!

"Drip—drip—drip—"

The originally slow and weak alarm sound suddenly became rapid and powerful, like the beating of war drums!

Heart rate: 60…80…90!

血压：80/50…100/70…120/80！

Blood oxygen saturation: 85%...95%...99%!

One by one, the red numbers that originally represented life-threatening situations jumped and climbed at an unbelievable speed, finally settling steadily on a near-perfect green number!

"This...this is impossible!"

A young doctor gasped in surprise and rubbed his eyes vigorously.

"Instrument! Check the instrument quickly! There must be something wrong!"

Academician Liu panicked; his decades of medical knowledge were suddenly thrown into disarray.

However, no matter how they checked, all the instruments showed normal operation.

The data is correct.

The world is wrong!

Just as all the doctors were stunned and confused, something even more mind-blowing happened.

On the hospital bed, Wang Yijun's pale face visibly regained its color.

His chest heaved smoothly and powerfully, and the bruises that had seeped onto his skin due to internal bleeding faded away quickly, as if erased by an eraser.

He suddenly opened his eyes!

"vomit!"