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

Jinghu Lake.

From early morning, a strange fragrance enveloped the entire Yufeng Mountain.

The scent is neither as strong as floral fragrance nor as heavy as sandalwood, but rather a sweet fragrance with a refreshing, grassy quality.

The smell was like drinking a sip of ice-cold spring water on a hot day, and the fatigue from working late into the night for days disappeared in just a few breaths.

"This aroma is wafting from the island in the middle of the lake."

The tablet computer in Chen Dong's secretary's hand was recording the composition of the air.

"No volatile chemicals could be detected, but the concentration of negative air ions was off the charts."

Even stranger things happened outside the cordon.

The security personnel responsible for patrolling the perimeter were the first to notice the anomaly.

Normally, the squirrels and rabbits that are afraid of people, and even the stray cats and dogs that seem to have appeared out of nowhere, are all lying neatly at the edge of the cordon.

They didn't fight or make a fuss; their heads were all turned towards Jinghu Lake, their forelimbs on the ground, as if they were worshipping.

"This is not scientific, but it's very mysterious."

Wang Jianguo, leaning on his cane, watched this scene with amazement, "All the beasts are paying homage; this is a sign of an auspicious beast being born!"

This spectacular sight was captured by several telephoto lenses left at the foot of the mountain in less than half an hour.

The hashtag "Animal beings in Yufeng Mountain collectively become sentient" quickly became a trending topic.

The island in the middle of the lake.

Li Chen sat on a specially made huge stone platform, with a colorful mist floating in front of him.

That was the essence remaining after hundreds of medicinal herbs were refined by dragon fire.

"receive."

Li Chen opened his mouth and inhaled, and the colorful mist surged into his stomach like a whale sucking water.

Although the medicinal properties were mixed, they were better than nothing for him to recover his vitality.

As the fog dissipated, nine jet-black pills with pitted surfaces floated in mid-air.

It looks like a sheep dung ball that has rolled around in the mud.

Li Chen used his dragon whiskers to fiddle with one of the whiskers.

"This is the limit of medicinal herbs in the mortal world."

He sighed inwardly.

In the world of cultivation, pills with so many impurities that they're gritty wouldn't even be fit to be fed to spirit beasts; they'd be considered defective products that had been ruined.

However, the good thing is that although it has many impurities, it does not have erysipelas.

With a light wave of his dragon claw, Li Chen sent nine pills steadily landing on the stone platform.

A few minutes later, Chen Dong and Wang Yijun arrived, panting.

The moment the strange fragrance disappeared, they guessed that the Dragon Lord was done.

"Lord Dragon Lord, this..."

Chen Dong looked at the few inconspicuous black balls on the stone platform and felt a little uneasy.

This appearance is quite different from the legendary elixir.

"Take it."

Li Chen didn't even bother to lift his eyelids. "Nine in total."

Chen Dong quickly stepped forward and took out a specially made jade box that he had prepared beforehand.

This was specially found on Old Wang's advice, as he said it could lock in the medicinal properties.

He carefully packed the pills one by one, his movements as gentle as if he were cradling a newborn baby.

"Lord Dragon Lord, are there any special instructions on how to take this medicine?"

Chen Dong closed the box and asked respectfully.

"Although this medicine is of poor quality, its potency is still too violent for ordinary people."

"Dissolve one capsule in one ton of water and stir well."

"Each person should drink one cup. If you swallow it whole and die from an explosion, don't blame me for not warning you."

A layer of cold sweat seeped out from Wang Yijun's forehead.

Luckily I asked, otherwise someone could have died.

"Inferior quality..."

Chen Dong smiled wryly to the side.

The medicine that could cause someone to explode and die was described as "of inferior quality" by Lord Dragon Lord.

"Go."

Li Chen waved his paw.

The two felt as if they had been granted a pardon and hurriedly left with the jade box in their arms.

That night, the Shenlong Research Institute was brightly lit.

The moment a tiny bit of powder was cut off from the pill for analysis, the entire laboratory fell into a deathly silence.

"That's a ghost."

Biologist Cheng Yu looked at the images under the microscope and muttered to himself.

"This molecular structure simply cannot exist stably. It is constantly dividing and recombinizing, just like... it's alive."

"in conclusion?"

Chen Dong stood behind her, his expression solemn.

"Cannot be copied."

Cheng Yu took off her glasses and rubbed her bloodshot eyes.

"This is something that cannot be achieved through chemical synthesis. It is a masterpiece of God, or... a gift from God."

"I suggest we do the experiments on some animals first."

Cheng Yu took off her glasses. "I don't know if drinking it directly will cause any other problems."

"That's true."

Wang Yijun nodded, "Although Lord Dragon's abilities are beyond doubt, it's always good to be cautious."

Chen Dong shook his head.

"This method can detect problems, but there are only nine pills in total, and each one consumed reduces the number."

His fingers tapped lightly on the jade box. "We can't just ask Lord Dragon Lord to make new ones every time we run out. It's time-consuming, laborious, and we don't have enough medicinal materials."

"I think it can be used on some patients."

......

That night, at the Beijing Cancer Hospital.

Sun Zheng lay on the hospital bed, an oxygen tube hanging from his nose, the beeping of various instruments rising and falling.

He was only in his early thirties, but most of his hair had already turned white.

This young scientist, who gave up a comfortable life abroad to return to China, was diagnosed with late-stage lung cancer shortly after his return.

The cancer cells had spread, and after three rounds of chemotherapy, he became so thin that he was just skin and bones.

"Dr. Zhou, I know my own illness."

Sun Zheng turned his head with difficulty, his voice hoarse like a broken bellows, "Leave these medicines for those who have hope, don't waste them on me."

Dr. Zhou is the director of the oncology department. He is over fifty years old and has superb medical skills.

But faced with cases like Sun Zheng's, he could only shake his head and sigh.

The ward door was pushed open again.

Dr. Zhou walked in, holding a document in his hand.

Sun Zheng closed his eyes, thinking that it was another visitor trying to persuade him to continue treatment.

"Academician Sun."

Dr. Zhou sat down by the bedside, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes. "I'm not here to advise you."

Sun Zheng opened his eyes, and those once bright and lively eyes were now dull and lifeless.

"We've received news from Director Chen that there's a new drug."

Dr. Zhou's voice was very low, as if he were talking about something top secret, "This medicine... is said to be able to treat all kinds of difficult and complicated diseases."

Sun Zheng's eyelids twitched, but he didn't reply.

He had seen too many scams abroad that claimed to be "miracle drugs." At this time, those who came to promote new drugs were most likely trying to use him, a man who was about to die, as a guinea pig.

Dr. Zhou saw through his thoughts and shook his head with a wry smile.

"only……"

He paused for a moment, speaking cautiously, "This drug has never been tested, not even on animals. It's called a drug, but it hasn't even gone through clinical trial approval; it can't be considered a legitimate drug."

"I don't know why Secretary Han wanted to contact you..."

Sun Zheng's fingers moved slightly on the bed sheet.

He got it.

The origin of this medicine is unknown, and no one dares to try it.

But the authorities need someone to test them, and someone like him, lying in a hospital bed waiting to die, is the most suitable test subject.

Use it if you want.

Either way, we're going to die.

"No need to say anything, Dr. Zhou, I'm willing."

Sun Zheng's voice was still weak, but his tone was unusually calm.

"Being able to dedicate my life to the country before I die is my last wish."

Dr. Zhou stared at him for a few seconds, then let out a long sigh.

"Dr. Zhou, please give me the medicine."

Looking at the night outside the window, Sun Zheng thought, "My time is running out. If I use it a day earlier, I might live a few more days."

Dr. Zhou stood up and took a small porcelain bottle out of his pocket. "This bottle contains diluted medicine, only a small cupful. Academician, if you experience any discomfort after drinking it, please ring the bell immediately."

Sun Zheng took the porcelain bottle and ran his fingers along its smooth surface.

It's light and airy, as if it's not carrying anything at all.

Upon opening the bottle, a faint, pleasant fragrance wafted out.

It doesn't look like medicine; it's more like some kind of tea.

Sun Zheng tilted his head back and poured the liquid from the porcelain bottle into his mouth in one gulp.

It has a slightly sweet taste upon entry, with a hint of herbal freshness. The moment it slides down your throat, a warm current suddenly surges through your chest.