The end of the world is approaching, I'm handing myself over to the country.

I'm already suffering enough here, why should I drag them over to suffer with me?

Two old, frail people came over and were sent to kill the mutated zombies?

It's more like feeding zombies.

Moreover, ordinary people can't help him at all.

We need top-notch talent.

A soldier figure skilled in hand-to-hand combat and possessing exceptional physical strength!

Who can give it to me?

The richest man?

Businessmen, driven by profit, might not believe a phone call from the future.

There's a high chance you'll be mistaken for a scammer and immediately get your account blocked.

It must be someone who possesses absolute power and the ability to mobilize national resources.

Furthermore, this person must be trustworthy and possess sufficient courage.

An image appeared in Lin Mo's mind.

Chi Zhengyang, one of the most powerful men in the world!

If it's him, he definitely can.

But the problem now is, why should people believe you?

A stranger called and said he was a time traveler who needed me to prepare supplies and manpower.

I'm afraid they'll mistake it for a scam call and hang up immediately, then trace it back to my water meter via the internet.

There must be a starting point.

A point of entry that can instantly break through the opponent's psychological defenses and force them to believe.

Lin Mo closed his eyes, his brain racing.

He didn't know much about Chi Zhengyang.

Because he hardly ever watches the news.

But one thing caused a huge uproar, to the point that everyone in the entire Dragon Kingdom knew about it: the news of the passing of Madam Chi Zhengyang.

It was a premeditated accident.

This was also the biggest regret in Chi Zhengyang's life.

Lin Mo suddenly opened his eyes, a glint of light flashing in his black pupils.

His voice lowered, carrying a hint of resolve.

"I need to contact Chi Zhengyang."

"Timeline..."

"Ten seconds before Chi Zhengyang's wife suffered a severe postpartum hemorrhage."

The system orb flickered.

[Retrieving time coordinates...]

Coordinates confirmed.

[Warning: This action could drastically alter the course of history...]

"Stop talking nonsense! Answer the call!"

Lin Mo shouted sternly.

He didn't have time to discuss this stupid butterfly effect with this AI.

He's practically been erased from history, so he doesn't care what will happen to him now.

As long as I can survive, I'm willing to distort history beyond recognition!

[Call connection in progress...]

[Signal encryption in progress...]

[Connected.]

......

at the same time.

Fifty-five years ago.

Dragon Kingdom, Beijing First People's Hospital.

The corridor outside the operating room was filled with the pungent smell of disinfectant.

The bright red "Operation in Progress" indicator light was blinding.

A middle-aged man of about forty years old stood straight outside the operating room door.

The man wore a military green shirt and stood ramrod straight, maintaining the discipline of a soldier even in this tense moment.

But his hands, pressed tightly against the seam of his trousers, had knuckles that had turned white from the excessive force.

Fine beads of sweat kept seeping from his forehead.

Now, he is nothing more than a husband who worries about his wife's safety.

The doctor has been inside for a long time.

No news has been released.

This deathly silence was more suffocating than the hail of bullets on a battlefield.

Sudden.

A sudden ringing of a bell shattered the deathly silence of the corridor.

Chi Zhengyang was stunned for a moment.

He instinctively reached for his pocket.

The moment he took out his phone, his brow furrowed slightly.

"No, my phone should be dead..."

I just asked Xiao Wang to borrow a charger from the nurses' station, but he hasn't come back yet.

At this moment, the phone screen is lit up.

A string of garbled characters was jumping around on it.

No location, no number range.

It was so eerie it sent chills down my spine.

Chi Zhengyang stared at the screen for two seconds.

At times like these, any phone call could be a matter of national importance.

No matter how strange the number is, he can't not answer it.

He took a deep breath and pressed the answer button.

Hold the phone to your ear.

A steady voice echoed in the empty corridor.

"Hello, may I ask who you are?"

A series of static noises came from the other end of the phone.

Followed by.

A young voice, tinged with urgency and madness, came through.

Who I am is not important.

The voice went straight to the point without any pleasantries.

He speaks extremely fast, each word seemingly squeezed out from between his teeth.

"Listen, I know this sounds absurd, but I don't have time to explain."

"Ten seconds."

"Only ten seconds."

Chi Zhengyang's brows furrowed even more.

mischief?

Or is it harassment by enemy agents?

Just as he was about to hang up, the voice rang out again.

It carried a chilling certainty.

"The operating room door will open in ten seconds."

"A nurse will rush out and tell you that your wife is having a difficult labor and is bleeding heavily."

"Blood banks are running low; an emergency blood transfusion is needed."

"But for some reason, the spare blood bags were contaminated."

"at last......"

The voice on the other end of the phone paused for a moment.

It was like the pronouncement of death.

"Neither the adults nor the children survived."

This is all the information Lin Mo just obtained from the system.

He's just an ordinary person; he only knows the general outline, not this much detail.

In order to ensure that the call would be absolutely effective, Lin Mo shamelessly asked the system for detailed information about the incident.

Chi Zhengyang's pupils suddenly contracted.

A chill ran from the soles of my feet straight up to the top of my head.

He himself is an atheist.

In his view, this was not a help, but rather a curse.

"Who are you?!"

Chi Zhengyang's voice turned colder, carrying a hint of the imposing authority of someone accustomed to a high position.

"It's hard to explain who I am in a few words. You just need to know that I'm here to save your wife's life, and only I can save her!"

Lin Mo's voice was not afraid at all; on the contrary, it became even more urgent.

But when faced with life and death, everything else has to give way!

To eliminate any possibility of unforeseen circumstances, Lin Mo continued, "I know this sounds absurd, but it'll only take a few seconds. Wait a minute, believe me, Chinese people don't lie to Chinese people!"

"Five seconds left."

"Four."

Chi Zhengyang's hand holding the phone began to tremble inexplicably.

Reason told him that this was just a silly prank.

But the unease deep inside was amplified infinitely at this moment.

"three."

"two."

"one."

Click.

A soft sound.

Under Chi Zhengyang's stiff gaze.

The operating room door had been closed for several hours.

Slowly open.

A nurse covered in blood rushed out in a panic, slipped, and almost fell in front of Chi Zhengyang.

She didn't bother to straighten her disheveled mask, and shouted in a tearful voice:

"This is terrible! The lady is experiencing a difficult labor and severe bleeding! Moreover, her current condition does not meet the standard procedures for a cesarean section, and there's the blood bank..."

That instant.

Time seemed to stand still.

Chi Zhengyang stood frozen in place, the young voice from the phone beside him exploding like a thunderclap:

"Now, do you believe me?"