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

The voice on the other end of the phone stopped abruptly, and Chi Zhengyang slowly put the phone back in his pocket.

The office fell silent instantly.

Chi Zhengyang didn't move; he just sat there quietly, as if digesting the enormous amount of information contained in the phone call he had just received.

Two thousand doses of basic life-saving medicine.

A quota of 10,000 people.

Every number made his blood boil.

After a long while, he let out a long breath.

The suppressed excitement and elation in his chest finally transformed into a heavy sense of responsibility.

He stood up, walked to a metal cabinet in the corner of the office, and pulled out a clean white sheet from it.

Then, he walked step by step toward the pile of potions that had appeared out of nowhere.

The air was filled with an indescribable freshness; just breathing it made one feel relaxed and full of vitality.

Chi Zhengyang moved very gently, carefully unfolding the bed sheet.

The two thousand vials of faintly glowing potion, along with the five liters of monster blood in the special container, were all tightly covered.

After doing all this, he turned around and went back to his desk, pressing a red button on the desk.

"Xiao Wang, come in for a moment."

A clear, crisp reply immediately came from outside the door.

"You're here, Elder Chi. You wanted to see me?"

The office door was immediately pushed open, and a young man wearing a Zhongshan suit and black-rimmed glasses, who looked very capable, walked in.

However, as soon as Xiao Wang stepped through the door, he suddenly stopped in his tracks.

He was frozen in place, as if he had been frozen in place by a spell.

He didn't look at Chi Zhengyang, but stared straight at the corner of the office, the place covered by a white sheet.

A life force so rich it was almost tangible was surging forth from there, violently assaulting his senses.

He felt as if he were in a primeval forest in springtime, every cell in his body cheering and leaping with joy, greedily absorbing this pure energy.

What is that?

What's hidden under the sheet?

"cough."

A soft cough startled Xiao Wang from his reverie.

He snapped back to his senses, a flicker of panic crossing his face. He quickly averted his gaze from the corner, strode to his desk, and lowered his head.

"Mr. Chi, you wanted to see me?"

Chi Zhengyang leaned back in his chair, his fingers tapping lightly on the table, seemingly unconcerned about his earlier lapse in composure.

"Please help me contact Mr. Zhan Wenyao at the military hospital."

"Also, Chen Feng should be offline by now. Tell him to come see me immediately."

Xiao Wang immediately replied, "Okay."

He took out his notebook and quickly jotted down the two things.

After he finished writing, he didn't leave immediately; instead, he looked somewhat troubled.

"Mr. Chi, look... the meeting is about to begin."

"Those old leaders have already arrived. If you don't go with them now, you'll miss your chance."

Chi Zhengyang waved his hand, his face remaining completely expressionless.

"Ignore those people."

"If all else fails, please inform Elder An and ask him to go in my place."

Upon hearing this, Xiao Wang's expression became even more troubled.

He hesitated for a moment, but still mustered the courage to whisper a reminder.

"Elder Chi... Elder An's cards are probably no longer effective."

Chi Zhengyang stopped what he was doing.

Xiao Wang lowered his voice and spoke with a hint of helplessness.

"Have you forgotten that Old Master An's leg... is already healed?"

"So letting him go over there probably won't make much of a difference."

An Lao, one of the five elders, used to be confined to a wheelchair due to old injuries to both legs, a fact known to all.

Therefore, everyone would give Elder An some respect.

It was also Chi Zhengyang's best excuse for avoiding various unimportant meetings.

But now that Old Man An's leg has fully recovered, this shield has naturally become ineffective.

Chi Zhengyang looked at him silently without saying a word.

That silence made Xiao Wang feel his back instantly soaked with cold sweat.

He knew he had spoken out of turn.

Just as he was about to admit his mistake, Chi Zhengyang suddenly laughed.

"Hey."

He picked up a pen from the table and twirled it between his fingers.

"You want me to teach you how to do things?"

"Just do what I tell you to do, stop talking so much nonsense."

Although it was a reprimanding tone, the invisible pressure dissipated.

Xiao Wang felt as if he had been granted a pardon, and he grinned foolishly, straightening his back.

"Yes! I'll go right away!"

After saying that, he saluted, turned around and quickly walked out of the office, closing the door behind him.

The office fell silent once the door closed.

The slight smile on Chi Zhengyang's face slowly faded.

His gaze once again fell on the corner covered by the white sheet.

His eyes held a heavy, unspoken meaning.

......

The office door wasn't closed for long.

The heavy wooden door was gently pushed open.

An elderly man with gray hair, a thin frame, and wearing a faded old-fashioned military uniform walked in with faltering steps, supported by Xiao Wang.

The old man's face was etched with the lines of time, and every step he took seemed to require tremendous effort; his breathing was also tinged with barely perceptible panting.

He is Zhan Wenyao, the pillar of Longguo Military Hospital and a leading figure in the field of biomedicine.

"Elder Chi, I have brought the person to you."

Xiao Wang carefully helped Zhan Wenyao to sit down on the sofa, then quietly slipped out and closed the door behind him.

Chi Zhengyang stood up from behind his desk, personally poured Zhan Wenyao a glass of warm water, and handed it to him.

"Old James, thank you for making this trip."

Zhan Wenyao smiled and nodded as he took the water cup, but he didn't drink it; he just held it in his hands to warm it.

"You called me so urgently and dragged me out of the lab, I guess you must have run into some trouble."

"And it's not small either."

He raised his head, his cloudy eyes looking at Chi Zhengyang.

At an age when others need to be waited on, Zhan Wenyao still spends all his time in the laboratory.

"Speak, what's wrong? Is one of your old buddies failing you?"

Chi Zhengyang did not answer immediately, but walked to a corner of the office.

He didn't say anything, but simply reached out and slowly ripped off the white sheet covering the bed.

In an instant.

A life force so rich it was almost tangible erupted like a flood bursting its banks!

The entire office seemed to be bathed in a green sun, with vibrant life filling every corner.

Just moments ago, Zhan Wenyao was breathing slightly rapidly, but now he felt an indescribable warm current flowing into his limbs and bones.

The heaviness and weariness that had plagued him for years were instantly washed away.

He was completely stunned.

The next second, it was as if he was pushed hard by an invisible hand. He was thrown up from the sofa, staggered back two steps, and his back slammed heavily against the armrest of the sofa.

He clutched his chest tightly, his mouth agape, gasping for breath, but he was too excited to utter a single word.

He didn't look at the two thousand vials of the potion that emitted a faint green glow.

Having spent his entire life dealing with drugs, he doesn't even need to use his eyes to see them.

This aura alone, this pure and extreme life energy, had completely overturned his entire understanding of life.