Dare to shirk responsibility? This adorable little one will tear down your military district!

"Who is it, breaking down the door in the middle of the night!"

Niu Dan reacted the fastest. He grabbed the bamboo broom leaning against the wall and held the cast iron boning knife tucked behind his waist in his hand. He was like a leopard ready to pounce, and he darted to the front door in a few steps.

Gu Changfeng strode out of the study, holding a Type 54 pistol in his hand. His long legs moved with great steadiness. He stood in front of Lin Wanrou and Ya Ya and said in a low voice, "Wife, take Ya Ya back to the room first."

Lin Wanrou was still clutching the small bottle of newly sealed Heaven-Mending Soup tightly in her hand, her palms were sweaty, and she didn't move an inch.

Ya Ya pulled out the rosewood slingshot from her tactical vest, the black steel ball already wedged between her fingers.

She had sharp ears and noticed that the people outside were breathing very rapidly, accompanied by the sputtering sound of a military jeep that hadn't been turned off.

"Niu Dan, don't shoot, they're our own people," Ya Ya shouted in a clear voice.

As soon as the latch was pulled open, a man in a military overcoat, his face covered in sweat, barged in. Lin Wanrou recognized him; he was Lei Zhentian's personal bodyguard, nicknamed Little Ma.

Little Ma's hat was askew from running, and his face was frighteningly pale under the light from the light bulb at the gate.

"Chief of Staff Gu, Dr. Lin, quick! Come with me!" Xiao Ma, leaning against the doorframe, gasped for breath, his throat churning like a bellows. "Commander Lei is frantic! He told me I have to get Old Sun and Dr. Lin over here, even if it means tearing the door down!"

Sun Shouzhen also ran out from the backyard at this moment, his white beard still covered with medicine dregs. His brows were furrowed: "What's wrong with Lei Heizi in the middle of the night? Doesn't he know that I just finished brewing medicine and my old back is about to break?"

"Old Sun, this time it's really serious." Xiao Ma wiped the sweat from his face, his voice trembling with tears.

"It's Old Master Shen... He just vomited blood at the General Hospital. He's suffering from multiple organ failure, and the hospital has already issued the third critical condition notice."

The family had even prepared the funeral clothes, and Commander Yang was there keeping watch. Chief Lei said, "Only you can keep this person alive!"

Upon hearing the words "Old Shen," Sun Shouzhen dropped his long pipe to the ground with a thud.

Old Shen is a veteran, a true brother who came from the same trench with Lei Zhentian.

"Oh no, Old Man Shen's lung injury from back then has flared up again." Sun Shouzhen, abandoning his previous arrogance, turned and ran towards the backyard. "Wanrou, get the medicine! Bring all the freshly brewed Heaven-Mending Soup! Quickly!"

Without wasting a moment, Lin Wanrou went back into the house, grabbed the mahogany box containing five porcelain bottles, and stuffed it into her army green cloth bag.

Ya Ya put away her slingshot and tugged at Lin Wanrou's sleeve: "Mom, I want to go too, I'll help you out."

Gu Changfeng didn't stop her; he knew his daughter possessed a strange, almost sinister, aura. He grabbed his coat and draped it over Lin Wanrou, then scooped Ya Ya up and held her in his arms: "Drive, I'm going too."

Three jeeps were parked at the entrance of the alley, all with their engines running. The group jumped into the cars in a flurry, and Xiao Ma stepped on the gas. The jeeps swerved through the narrow alley, making a sharp turn, and headed straight for the Beijing Military Region General Hospital.

In the car, Sun Shouzhen kept staring at the wooden box in Lin Wanrou's arms.

"Wanrou, I'm afraid Old Man Shen is in grave danger this time. I saw his body last year, and it's riddled with holes. If this Heaven-Mending Soup can't hold it in, our 'Rouxintang' signboard will have to be taken down as soon as it's been hung up." Sun Shouzhen's hands were trembling as he said this.

Lin Wanrou took a deep breath of the cool winter night air to clear her head.

"Master, the medicine is good, let's do our best." Lin Wanrou patted the wooden box and glanced at Ya Ya, who was sitting in Gu Changfeng's arms peeling candy.

Ya Ya was secretly chewing a pill made from highly concentrated spiritual spring water, hidden inside a White Rabbit milk candy wrapper. She could feel an ominous heaviness in the air.

Twenty minutes later, the car came to a screeching halt in front of the VIP ward of the General Hospital.

The corridor was filled with men in military uniforms, the atmosphere so oppressive it was hard to breathe. Commander Yang Zhengjun sat on a bench in the corridor, his hands in his hair, while Lei Zhentian roared at several doctors in white coats like an enraged old lion.

"What do you mean there's no way out? Old Man Shen isn't dead yet! All you overseas returnees can do is issue those kinds of critical condition notices?" Lei Zhentian's voice was hoarse.

An elderly professor wearing gold-rimmed glasses shook his head helplessly: "Chief Lei, Elder Shen's lungs have completely failed, his heart rate has dropped below forty, and all his organs have begun to shut down on their own. This is a natural end to life, and medically... there's really nothing more that can be done."

"Bullshit!" Lei Zhentian looked up and saw Gu Changfeng leading Sun Shouzhen and the others rushing in.

His eyes lit up, and he strode over, grabbing Sun Shouzhen's shoulders and shaking him vigorously: "Old Sun, you've finally arrived! Come on in! Old Shen is waiting for you!"

Without wasting any words, Sun Shouzhen led Lin Wanrou into the special care ward.

The ward reeked of alcohol and decay. Old Shen lay quietly on the snow-white sheets; his once powerful face was now severely sunken and had a bluish-gray tinge.

On the electrocardiogram machine next to it, the line was beating weakly, and occasionally it would flatten out by a large margin.

A man in his fifties, dressed in a Zhongshan suit, was kneeling by the bedside, wiping away tears. He was Shen Dawei, the eldest son of Old Shen. He looked up and saw Sun Shouzhen bring in a young woman and a little girl, and paused for a moment.

"Uncle Lei, is this the expert you were talking about?" Shen Dawei looked at Lin Wanrou, his eyes full of suspicion. "Old Master Shen is about to leave, and you're letting a young doctor in... isn't this just making things difficult for the old man?"

"Shut up!" Lei Zhentian roared, his eyes bloodshot. "If you don't want your father to die, stay put!"

Sun Shouzhen ignored the commotion in the ward. He walked to the bedside and placed three fingers on Old Shen's withered wrist.

The room became so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

About three minutes later, large beads of sweat appeared on Sun Shouzhen's forehead. He withdrew his hand, looked at Lin Wanrou, and said in a voice so low that only his family could hear, "His meridians are completely drained, and his blood and qi are flowing backward. Wanrou, Old Man Shen's throat is practically closed. If he can't be fed the Heaven-Mending Soup, even a god can't save him."

Lin Wanrou stepped forward, glanced at Old Shen's fingertips which were starting to get cold, and then looked at Ya Ya, who was standing by the door and was giving her a subtle wink.

Ya Ya had her hands in her pockets, her fingertips pointing at the "Special Pass." She had just secretly added water from the spatial pool to Lin Wanrou's water bottle.

"Grandpa Sun, pry open the throat when it's closed," Ya Ya interjected in her childish voice.

Shen Dawei got angry and stood up abruptly: "Where did this kid come from? Nonsense! Doctor, get these people out of here right now!"

The old professor outside also came in, his tone serious: "Professor Sun, Professor Shen's current condition cannot withstand any further stimulation. If this so-called medicinal soup triggers a severe rejection reaction, Professor Shen's passing will be very painful."

Lin Wanrou ignored the noise. She took out a bottle of purple Heaven-Mending Soup from the mahogany box, and then took out a set of golden needles that gleamed from her handbag.

"I'm a doctor." Lin Wanrou turned her head, her eyes resolute, staring at Shen Dawei and the old professor.

"Old Shen has five minutes left to live. If you keep talking nonsense, those five minutes will be his last. If I were to try, I'm 30% confident I could make him open his eyes again."

"Thirty percent?" The old professor scoffed. "That's a certain death situation."

Lei Zhentian shoved the old professor aside, stood behind Lin Wanrou, and roared, "Thirty percent is enough! In his entire life, when has Old Man Shen ever won a battle without having a thirty percent chance of winning? Wanrou, do it! If anything goes wrong, I, Lei, will take full responsibility!"