Reborn in 1950: Shorting the Federal Reserve at the Start

"Ugh—!!!"

The piercing sound of the medical emergency alarm, like a rusty saw, brutally shattered the tranquility of the Shenzhou Bureau's underground base.

Red warning lights spun wildly in the corridor.

Shen Jinghong was like a wild beast that had gone completely mad, his eyes bloodshot, holding the unconscious Lin Qinghan tightly in his arms as he ran wildly down the long corridor.

"Get out of the way! All of you, get out of my way!"

He roared hoarsely, his voice filled with a chilling despair.

Those researchers who usually dared not even breathe loudly in his presence were all terrified by his cannibalistic appearance and avoided him.

"Doctor! Director Zhang! Help!"

Chen Weiguo, accompanied by several guards, frantically cleared the way and kicked open the door to the special care ward.

"Quickly! Put him on a ventilator! Establish intravenous access!"

The medical team, who had been on high alert, rushed forward, took Lin Qinghan from Shen Jinghong's arms, and quickly pushed her onto the resuscitation table.

The beeping sounds of various instruments instantly filled the air.

Shen Jinghong was pushed to the outer edge.

He stood there blankly, watching the doctors insert tubes all over Lin Qinghan's body, watching the faint waveform on the electrocardiogram monitor that was almost a straight line.

His hands, which had once steadily pressed the nuclear launch button and driven Western powers to the brink of defeat at the negotiating table, were now trembling violently, and he could not even clench his fists.

"Director, please have a seat. Your wife is a lucky person; she'll be alright."

With red eyes, Chen Weiguo moved a chair over, wanting to help him sit down.

"Get out of here!"

Shen Jinghong pushed Chen Weiguo aside and stared intently at the glass door of the emergency room, like a stiff sculpture.

Time seemed to stretch on endlessly at that moment.

Every passing second felt like a dull knife cutting into his flesh.

I don't know how much time has passed.

The door to the emergency room finally opened.

Director Zhang took off his mask and walked out, his brow beaded with sweat. His weathered face was now etched with a deep sense of helplessness and sorrow.

"Director Zhang! How is Qinghan? Has she woken up?"

Shen Jinghong lunged forward and grabbed Director Zhang's shoulder tightly, with such force that she almost crushed his bones.

"Chief...please calm down."

Director Zhang closed his eyes in pain, his voice hoarse as if he were swallowing sand:

"We did our best. Director Lin's life is temporarily saved, but..."

"But what?! Explain yourself!" Shen Jinghong roared hysterically.

"It's a late-stage, genetically mutated cancer. And... it has already spread throughout the body."

boom!

These words were like a nuclear bomb with a capacity of tens of millions of tons, exploding directly in Shen Jinghong's mind.

Cancer? Late stage? Metastatic throughout the body?

"This is impossible! This is absolutely impossible!"

Shen Jinghong abruptly released her grip, staggered back two steps, and shook her head desperately:

"She has annual checkups! Our national medical center has the best medical equipment in the world! How could it be discovered at such an advanced stage?!"

"Director, have you forgotten what Director Lin did in his early years?"

Director Zhang sighed, his eyes filled with heartache and respect:

"Back in Lop Nur, she often worked continuously for dozens of hours in a highly irradiated environment to calculate the implosion data of the first atomic bomb. Later, she worked day and night to establish the 'Skynet' system."

"The high intensity of radiation and extreme fatigue had long since completely destroyed her immune system."

"This kind of genetic mutation has an extremely long incubation period, and once it erupts, it's devastating. With current medical technology... we really can't do anything about it."

Powerless.

These four words were like a heavy hammer, shattering all of Shen Jinghong's pride and defenses.

"thump."

This iron-blooded man, who once struck fear into the hearts of the entire Western world and single-handedly created the hegemony of China on Earth, suddenly collapsed to his knees on the cold floor.

"Director!" Chen Weiguo was so frightened that he quickly went to help him up.

"Don't touch me!"

Shen Jinghong pushed Chen Weiguo away, covered her face tightly with her hands, and suppressed sobs escaped from between her fingers, eventually turning into heart-wrenching cries.

He possesses the power to destroy the Earth; he can make American aircraft carrier fleets detour; he can send humans to Mars.

But now.

He could only watch helplessly as the woman he loved most was slowly devoured by illness, and there was nothing he could do!

"What kind of damn bureau chief am I... what kind of genius am I...?"

Shen Jinghong knelt on the ground and pounded the floor with his fists until it bled profusely.

"I've conquered the whole world, yet I can't even protect my own wife!"

"God! Are you blind?! What's the worst thing that could happen?! Why are you torturing her?!"

The corridor was deathly silent.

Only Shen Jinghong's desperate cries echoed.

The doctors and guards standing to the side all had tears in their eyes, silently turning their heads away, unable to bear to watch any longer.

Late at night.

Outside the ICU ward.

Shen Jinghong sat quietly on the bench, like a soulless stone statue.

He didn't eat a single bite of food or drink a single drop of water.

His gaze was fixed on the woman on the hospital bed, who was wearing a ventilator and was so thin she looked unrecognizable, through the glass window.

"A stunning sight..."

In the ward, Lin Qinghan seemed to sense something and slightly opened her eyes.

Through the glass, she looked at the haggard man outside, managing a weak smile with difficulty.

She wanted to raise her hand to touch his face, but she didn't even have the strength to lift a finger.

Shen Jinghong suddenly stood up and pressed her hand against the glass, as if she could feel her warmth that way.

"Qinghan, don't be afraid, I'm here."

He forced back his tears and managed to force a smile that looked even worse than crying.

Lin Qinghan looked at him, her lips moving slightly, as if she wanted to say something.

Shen Jinghong understood her lip reading.

She said, "Don't cry, I'm not afraid."

In that instant, Shen Jinghong's heart shattered completely.

He turned around, leaned against the cold wall, and slowly slid down the wall, falling to the ground again.

Extreme grief, anxiety, and self-blame were like poisoned knives, frantically ripping at his nerves.

His brain was working overtime, trying to find even the slightest hope of saving Lin Qinghan from the vast knowledge base of the system.

Time is passing by, second by second.

When the first rays of morning sunlight shone through the corridor window and fell on Shen Jinghong.

Chen Weiguo came over carrying breakfast.

"Chief, please eat something. Your health will suffer if you continue like this..."

Before Chen Weiguo could finish speaking, the lunchbox in his hand fell to the ground with a clatter.

He stared wide-eyed at Shen Jinghong, who was sitting on the ground, his face filled with horror.

"Chief...your hair..."

Shen Jinghong slowly raised her head.

Those once deep and sharp black eyes were now bloodshot, exuding a chilling madness.

And his originally thick, black short hair.

In just one short night, it turned completely white!

His hair turned white overnight!

Extreme grief completely drained the man of his life.

"Drip—drip—drip—"

Just then, the electrocardiogram monitor in the ward suddenly emitted a rapid alarm.

On the screen, the already faint waveform was visibly flattening out, about to become a straight line.

"Doctor! Someone come quick!" Chen Weiguo roared frantically.

Shen Jinghong suddenly sprang up from the ground.

He stared intently at the lifeline that was about to disappear, his eyes bloodshot, and his body erupted with a terrifying aura capable of destroying the world.

"You want to take her away?"

Shen Jinghong gritted his teeth, his voice hoarse like that of a lone wolf driven to the brink of despair.

He turned around abruptly and sprinted towards the "Shennong" biological laboratory.

"I can even change the rules of Earth!"

"You still can't change this Book of Life and Death?!"