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

What is this...?

A miracle?

After a long while, he regained his ability and, trembling, pointed to that corner.

"Zhengyang...Chi Zhengyang...this...this is?"

Chi Zhengyang turned around and looked at him calmly.

"Miracle drug".

"A miraculous medicine that can revive the dead and restore the bones to their original state."

Chi Zhengyang's tone was calm, but every word he uttered was like a heavy hammer, striking Zhan Wenyao's heart hard.

"This one tube can cure any known disease and repair all physical injuries."

"Even if a patient has only one breath left, we can pull them back from the brink of death."

These data have been verified by countless players in Wasteland Era.

Those data have been accurate from beginning to end.

The powerful restorative effect of the basic life potion is nothing short of a miracle drug for humans.

The effect is only slightly less pronounced on those who have completed genetic awakening and whose physique far surpasses that of ordinary people.

This is not because the potion's effect has decreased, but because the physical strength of the strong has been amplified countless times.

This is why the basic life-saving medicine could not achieve the expected results, and a better medicine was needed.

Zhan Wenyao swayed, and he leaned against the wall, slowly and laboriously making his way over.

He walked extremely slowly, as if his feet were not on a solid floor, but on a ladder leading to the temple.

He stood in front of the pile of medicines, reached out his hand, but stopped in mid-air, not daring to touch it.

It was a sense of awe and fear when facing a sacred creation.

He suddenly turned his head and stared intently at Chi Zhengyang, as if trying to find the truth in the other's eyes.

"Is it really as amazing as you say?"

Chi Zhengyang nodded.

"Um."

Zhan Wenyao's breathing became heavy; he was like a drowning man grasping at the last straw.

"Is there any experimental data?"

Chi Zhengyang's answer consisted of only one word, yet it carried immense weight.

"have!"

This word completely shattered Zhan Wenyao's last psychological defense.

He could no longer hold on, his knees buckled, and he collapsed to his knees in front of the pile of medicines.

He stretched out his hands, which were covered with age spots and trembling slightly.

With utmost care, I gently stroked a cold vial.

The next moment, this patriot, who had seen countless life and death and was known for his unwavering integrity, burst into tears and wept uncontrollably.

"Okay! Okay! Okay!"

He did not doubt Chi Zhengyang's words, because the name Chi Zhengyang represented absolute trust to him.

The old man simply stroked the medicine again and again, as if he were caressing a priceless treasure.

"Heavens...Heavens have been kind to me! They've allowed this old man, nearing the end of his life, to witness such a divine object before he dies!"

"Even if I were to die right now, I would leave with a smile!"

Chi Zhengyang stood quietly to the side, neither disturbing nor offering any words of comfort.

He could understand how Zhan Wenyao felt at that moment.

For an elderly man who dedicated his life to the medical profession, yet watched helplessly as countless comrades and compatriots died before his eyes from injuries and illnesses.

This pile of medicine represents his lifelong wish, the ultimate answer he has been longing for.

Regardless of whether this batch of medicines was made by him or not.

It was unclear how much time had passed before Zhan Wenyao's crying gradually subsided.

He wiped his face haphazardly with his sleeve, slowly stood up from the ground, turned to look at Chi Zhengyang, and solemnly gave a military salute.

"Zhengyang, so why did you call me here?"

"Or rather, if there's anything this old man needs me to do, just say the word, and you can have my life anytime!"

Chi Zhengyang smiled and waved his hand, then took his arm.

"I don't want your life. Your life is more precious than gold."

As he spoke, the smile on his face vanished, replaced by an extremely serious expression.

"However, there is something I do need your help with."

"I cannot disclose the origin of these medicines, but now I need to find a legitimate source for them."

"I hope this source is from you, from the research team at the military hospital you lead."

Upon hearing this, Zhan Wenyao was completely stunned.

He had considered countless possibilities, but he never expected it to be like this.

After a brief moment of surprise, there was no joy on his face, but rather a deep sense of fear and confusion.

"You...you're asking me to claim this incredible credit?!"

He glanced at the sacred potions, then looked back at Chi Zhengyang and asked, word by word.

Zhan Wenyao did not refuse outright because he knew what kind of person Chi Zhengyang was.

He was simply expressing his doubts.

"Isn't this incredibly unfair to the person who actually created this miraculous medicine?!"

Chi Zhengyang let out a long sigh.

"Mr. Zhan, I know this is difficult for you."

"But right now, his identity and his existence are top secrets and must not be exposed to anyone."

"But don't worry, this is only temporary."

"I can assure you that we will never mistreat any meritorious official."

"When the time is right, this honor will surely be returned to its rightful owner."

After hearing these words, Zhan Wenyao fell silent.

He kept his head down, seemingly engaged in a fierce internal struggle.

After a long while, he raised his head again, his cloudy eyes revealing an unwavering determination.

"Okay, I can take credit for this."

"However, I have one condition."

Chi Zhengyang immediately replied, "Please speak."

"I want to leave behind a complete video and a handwritten letter, recording everything that happened today, and give them to you to keep safe."

"I only trust you!"

"I don't know how much longer these old bones of mine can live, but what if... what if one day this honor needs to be returned to its rightful owner, and I'm no longer here..."

Zhan Wenyao's voice was hoarse, yet resolute.

"I hope there is something that can prove his innocence."

"To give him the glory that rightfully belongs to him..."

Give it back to him!

Looking at the old man in front of him, Chi Zhengyang felt a surge of warmth in his chest.

He nodded emphatically and extended his hand.

"good!"

I promise you.

Just as two old but strong hands were about to clasp together.

"Thump! Thump! Thump!"

Just then.

The office door was knocked on with a frantic, almost frantic force.

Chi Zhengyang paused for a moment while supporting Zhan Wenyao's hand, but he did not turn around immediately.

He helped the tense old man back to sit on the sofa, his movements steady and without the slightest panic.

"Mr. Zhan, please rest here for a while."

After settling everything in, he turned around, faced the door, and spoke calmly.

"Come in!"

The office door opened with a click, and Xiao Wang rushed in, his forehead covered in fine beads of sweat.

"Elder Chi, the people over there have been urging you to go there immediately!"

Xiao Wang's voice carried an barely suppressed anxiety, clearly indicating that he was under considerable pressure and even felt somewhat desperate.

Xiao Wang's eyes darted around, and in just one glance, he saw the pile of medicine.

I saw it earlier, but now there's no white sheet to cover it, so he can see it clearly.

Almost as soon as he finished speaking, another figure appeared at the office door.

The man was tall and straight; it was Chen Feng.

Seeing that the door was open, he didn't make any unnecessary movements, but stood at attention and saluted.

"Chen Feng, reporting for duty!"