The Rise of a Special Forces Soldier Abandoned by a Wealthy Family

"Xiaolong, your auntie has heard your mother mention this before."

Zeng Ting lowered her voice slightly, but it was enough for those around her to hear clearly.

Anna, the heiress of the Luo family, seems to live in your villa, and you two are quite close.

She also told your mother that you are not only her savior, but also the savior of her grandfather, the head of the Ronnie Ronnie clan!

She paused, her gaze intense, and suddenly pulled a folded, translated newspaper article from her handbag—The New York Times.

She unfolded the article materials and pointed to a shocking title:

"The hero behind Ronnie Roth's miraculous recovery—a little-known young man from China!"

Below is a summary of a respectful commentary from renowned medical expert Dr. Brian.

"Your aunt wants to ask you," Zeng Ting stared intently into her nephew's eyes, "that person who recently shook the international medical community, whom Dr. Brian called a 'medical legend' and a 'miracle creator'... was it you?"

Swish!

All eyes immediately focused on Zeng Linglong, and even Old Master Zeng leaned forward slightly.

Zeng Linglong looked at the "evidence" in his aunt's hand, knowing he couldn't hide it anymore, and there was no need to. He smiled slightly and nodded frankly.

"Aunt, yes. The young man mentioned in the newspaper and by Dr. Brian is me."

"What?!"

The first one to lose his voice was none other than Old Master Zeng! He couldn't care less about maintaining his composure as the head of the family. He took a few steps forward, almost "snatched" the documents from his daughter's hands, quickly put on his reading glasses, and began to read them carefully by the light.

The more he looked at the documents, the more his hands trembled as he held them!

It wasn't fear, it was extreme excitement and pride!

"Hahaha...Good! Great!!"

The old man abruptly put down the documents, burst into hearty laughter, patted his grandson's shoulder heavily, and his eyes shone brightly:

"My little dragon! Well done! You've really made your grandfather proud!!"

He turned around, facing his entire family, his voice loud and clear, filled with immense pride:

"Listen to this, all of you! My Long'er, he's not only hailed as a 'genius' and a 'prodigy' by those old academics in the field of economics!"

"He is a medical genius who can bring people back from the dead! He is a hero who has created international medical miracles!"

"But that's not all! What makes me, your grandpa, most proud and excited is—"

The old man's eyes gleamed as he scanned the entire room, speaking slowly and deliberately:

"My Long'er is a war god in the military! He's the strongest soldier directly under the General Staff! He's the youngest super commander!"

"A man of both literary and martial talents, a master of both medicine and martial arts! This is my grandson, Zeng Xu! The Zeng family's prodigy! A true dragon!"

Whoosh—!

A chorus of barely suppressed gasps and proud whispers filled the hall. The gazes of all the Zeng family members toward Zeng Linglong had shifted from familiarity to near-reverence!

"Go away! Get out of here!" Zeng Ting smugly pushed aside her still-stunned younger sister, Zeng Ling. "Making a movie? Aren't you just wasting talent?"

She turned to Zeng Linglong, smiling warmly, "Little Long, why don't you come to my military hospital? That's the battlefield where you can use your medical skills to benefit the soldiers!"

"You two sisters, stop meddling!"

Uncle Zeng Yong walked over with a sweeping gesture, displaying the decisiveness of a soldier.

"A talent as exceptional as Xiaolong should belong in the military, of course! And specifically, in the special forces, where the most cutting-edge and dangerous missions are carried out!"

He looked at his nephew with eager anticipation in his eyes.

"Xiaolong, when's a convenient time for you? Come join your uncle's army and help him train the troops! You can choose your position and resources! How about it?"

"Big brother, this won't do!"

The father, Zeng Sheng, also immediately stood up to defend "sovereignty".

"As the saying goes, 'Like father, like son!' Xiaolong is my son, so if he wants to join the army, he'll definitely have to come to my military district first!"

The father's voice was firm.

"Besides, my defense zone is right in the capital, so I have the advantage of being close by. It's not too late for Xiaolong to go to your place after he's finished with his work here!"

His eyes revealed pride and concern for his son.

The two generals actually started "fighting" over it on the spot, creating a somewhat comical yet heartwarming atmosphere.

"Alright, alright! What kind of behavior is this!" Old Master Zeng sat back in the main seat, interrupting his two sons' "dispute" with a smile, but his eyes were full of pride.

He cleared his throat and dropped an even more shocking bombshell:

"Little Dragon, none of you can take him away."

The old man's gaze swept over Zeng Yong and Zeng Sheng, his tone carrying an air of certainty that he knew the inside story:

"He was already pre-selected by the 'Imperial Household Agency' and several current top military leaders!"

"He is now a special officer directly under the General Staff, with the rank of lieutenant colonel!"

"Directly under the command of the highest level, with...extremely high authority!"

He looked at his two sons, who were momentarily stunned, and emphasized:

"Don't think you're so great just because you have generals on your shoulders. Although Xiao Long is only a lieutenant colonel, his duties and certain authority in some areas are much greater than you imagine!"

The old man's voice turned serious:

"What I'm saying today is confidential! You're all members of the Zeng family; you know the bottom line. Keep your mouths shut!"

He paused, then dropped the final bombshell:

"In addition, this highly publicized elite selection process across the entire military aims to both build the strongest international peacekeeping force and establish a brand-new special forces unit capable of carrying out the most challenging missions overseas around the clock..."

"The commander-in-chief, the head instructor—it's Xiaolong!"

"Do you two think you can command him? If he really goes to your side, those hot-tempered military commanders could easily court-martial you, believe it or not?"

Zeng Yong and Zeng Sheng were completely stunned, their mouths agape, unable to close for a long time.

It turns out that the ultimate "hot commodity" that has recently caused fierce competition among various military regions is...

That legendary, mysterious head instructor...

It's so far away, yet so close at hand!

It's his own nephew/son!

Cousin Zeng Wen finally snapped out of his shock. His eyes lit up, and he sidled up to Zeng Linglong, chuckling and lowering his voice:

"Cousin... my dear cousin! Hehe, um... I also signed up for this selection... no backdoors or anything, that's against the rules! It's just... the selection subjects... is there any... um... I can 'find out' about them beforehand?"

He had barely finished speaking—

"Bang!"

His biological father, Zeng Yong, kicked him in the buttocks and glared at him angrily.

"You brat! Asking about the subjects? Do you think this is some kind of children's game?!"

"Those selected this time are to be ready for real combat, to shed blood and sacrifice for the country at any time! They will face the most brutal enemies in the world!"

"If Xiaolong gives you preferential treatment, that's not helping you, that's harming you! It's harming the whole team! If you're not skilled enough, even if you manage to get in by chance, do you think the enemy will show you brotherhood or give you preferential treatment when facing them in the future?!"

Zeng Wen was kicked until he grimaced, but dared not refute.

Zeng Linglong looked at his cousin, whose eyes burned with desire and an indomitable spirit, smiled slightly, and said:

"Cousin, if you're really determined to become one of them, it's not impossible."

Zeng Wen immediately raised his head, his eyes fervent.

"I can arrange for someone to give you some initial 'special training'," Zeng Linglong said calmly, but his words were clear. "But the prerequisite is—that you can endure it."

He emphasized the words "get through it," his gaze calm yet profound as he looked at Zeng Wen:

"I think you can understand what those words mean."

That wasn't ordinary training; it was a hellish tempering, a brutal test of willpower and physical limits.

Zeng Wen met his cousin's gaze, his chest heaving violently. He could feel the immense weight beneath those calm words, and he could sense that this was the only chance, a chance to rely on himself, not his family.

He suddenly straightened his back, the hesitation and jest in his eyes vanished completely, replaced by a resolute determination and burning passion:

"good!"

"I will definitely pull through!"

The voice was firm and resounding.

Inside the hall, warmth and pride intertwined. Zeng Linglong's return not only brought long-awaited fulfillment to the Zeng family, but also, like a boulder thrown into a calm lake, stirred up ripples that are quietly spreading towards a deeper, farther, and more magnificent future.