With three superpowers at his fingertips, he could dominate the 1970s.

The night in Beijing should be a time when every home is lit up and families are sound asleep.

However, tonight is destined to be anything but peaceful.

Shortly after Song Bingzheng left the sanatorium, two figures hurriedly walked towards the old leader's office.

These two men are Zhang Jisheng and Zhong Changqing. Zhang Jisheng is a renowned traditional Chinese medicine expert in China, while Zhong Changqing is currently the president of the General Hospital of the Military Region. The two are both teacher and friend, and recently they were consulting with several old men for the former leader.

They had already finished work when they heard that their former boss's condition had improved. They were alarmed; how could it possibly improve so quickly? So they rushed over.

The two walked to the door of their old leader's office, and before they even went in, they heard a sound of someone slamming their fist on the table.

"Bang--!"

This was followed by the old leader's angry rebuke.

The two exchanged a glance, and a question immediately arose in their minds.

"Old Zhang, did you hear that?" Zhong Changqing lowered his voice. "We know about the old leader's illness. How did he get up, and why is he so angry?"

Zhang Jisheng's expression was also not good. He leaned close to Zhong Changqing's ear:

"You mean...it's not just a final burst of energy before death?"

Zhong Changqing was taken aback, and his expression immediately changed.

"Really? When I took his pulse yesterday, I didn't detect any signs of a final burst of energy. I heard the old leader received some good news these past two days, and his mood has improved; most of his pent-up frustration has dissipated. It shouldn't be..."

"So tell me, what's the situation now?" Zhang Jisheng pointed inside. "It's not a final burst of energy before death. Who's that energetic person inside?"

Zhong Changqing didn't know how to explain it either.

"Could it be that someone ignored our warnings again and secretly fed the old leader something? These people are really a headache..."

The two hesitated outside the door, not daring to go in.

After listening for a while, the sound gradually faded away.

"His voice is full of energy!..." Zhang Jisheng muttered, "This doesn't seem like a final burst of energy before death, does it?"

"It doesn't seem like it." Zhong Changqing shook his head. "How could someone have such a complexion in a final moments of lucidity?"

Their curiosity was instantly piqued, but they didn't dare to go in rashly and could only wait outside.

After the people who had come left one after another, the last one was actually escorted out. Upon closer inspection, the two realized it was Zhao Qi.

The two watched with trepidation.

"Isn't that Zhao Qi?" Zhang Jisheng asked in a low voice, "Why is he being detained?"

"Something terrible has happened..." Zhong Changqing murmured.

After Zhao Qi was taken away, the guards then let them go inside.

The two entered the office.

The old leader stood by the window, a cigarette between his fingers, gazing at the night outside.

"Come in since you're here."

His voice was much calmer, but his eyes still held a hint of anger.

Zhang Jisheng walked over and said worriedly:

"Old boss, you'd better stop smoking."

As he spoke, he reached out to take the cigarette from the old leader's hand.

The older leader dodged to the side, avoiding being hit.

"Nothing's wrong. I feel good today, I'll have one."

Zhong Changqing immediately stepped forward:

"Old boss, what did you eat today? May I take your pulse?"

The old leader chuckled softly and looked at the two old men:

"You two old geezers, you heard the news and came over, didn't you?"

He stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray, sat down in the chair, and placed his hands on the table.

"Okay, you do it."

Zhong Changqing took out a pulse pillow and placed it on the old leader's wrist.

He pondered for a while, then his brows gradually furrowed.

Looking at the old leader's face again, he hesitated for a while, his expression becoming increasingly suspicious and uncertain.

He winked at Zhang Jisheng.

Zhang Jisheng immediately understood, and the two switched places.

Zhang Jisheng also took the pulse and looked puzzled.

"How about it?" the old leader asked with a smile, "You've got yourselves stumped, haven't you?"

He shouted towards the door:

"Xiao Cao, come in for a moment."

The guard, Xiao Cao, immediately pushed the door open and came in.

"It's time for my medicine! Go and bring over the one I took at noon, let those two old guys take a look at it."

He looked at Zhang Jisheng and Zhong Changqing, and smiled helplessly:

"Look how anxious they are."

"Medicinal herbs? What medicinal herbs?" Zhang Jisheng asked immediately.

The old leader leaned back in his chair and said slowly:

"Yeah, Old Song brought it over this afternoon—a ginseng root and a bottle of medicinal ingredients."

"It's very precious."

"You didn't see that old man personally squatting by the stove while the medicine was being brewed, watching until it was ready before adding the medicinal ingredients and bringing it in for me."

He clicked his tongue:

"It's like a precious treasure."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Jisheng's eyes immediately lit up:

"That old guy actually has some good stuff! Old boss, let me tell you, his wife is able to sit up now thanks to that ginseng! I asked him for some, but he wouldn't even give me a single ginseng root; he's incredibly stingy."

"You know how serious his wife's condition is, old boss."

The old leader sighed:

"Yes, that's right. Comrade Zhao Lanjun was injured while rescuing our soldiers; she's a good comrade."

Zhong Changqing listened, seemingly lost in thought.

Just then, Xiao Cao came in carrying a bowl of medicine.

The two immediately rushed over.

"Put it down first, you can go now." The old leader waved his hand at Xiao Cao.

Xiao Cao placed the medicine bowl on the table and then left.

Zhang Jisheng picked up the bowl of medicine and examined it carefully.

"Old boss, please drink first, leave some for us to study."

The old leader took out a spoon, scooped out two spoonfuls of medicine from the bowl, and poured them into a paper cup.

"You guys do the research."

With that, he drank the rest of the medicine in one gulp.

Zhang Jisheng immediately dipped his finger into the remaining medicine in the paper cup and tasted it.

His eyes lit up immediately.

"There are 200-year-old ginseng roots..."

He said in surprise:

"Even though I'm perfectly healthy, just one lick of that and I felt my mind clear up for a moment."

Upon hearing this, Zhong Changqing quickly dipped his finger in the water and put it in his mouth.

His eyes lit up too:

"There are quite a few good things in here!"

"Especially since the ginseng flavor is so strong, this medicine even has a stimulating effect! I can't even taste many of the ingredients."

The two discussed it for a long time in front of their former leader, and the more they talked, the more surprised they became.

The old leader sat beside him listening, a meaningful smile playing on his lips.

"That kid seems to be quite something..."

He said something in a low voice.

Zhang Jisheng and Zhong Changqing exchanged a glance, both seeing the same thought in each other's eyes.

"Old boss, could we take a look at the dregs of this medicine?"

"Go find it yourselves!"

The old leader waved his hand:

"You guys go back and discuss it slowly! I'm waiting for the results. Listening to your discussion gives me a headache."

The two said goodbye to their former boss and left.

As soon as they stepped outside, the two exchanged a glance.

The two hurriedly went to the pharmacy to check the dregs of the medicine, but no matter how they looked at the dregs, they had already chewed up all the ginseng in the remaining dregs, and they were still completely confused.

"Old Zhong, what are your thoughts?"

"Need I say more?" Zhong Changqing narrowed his eyes. "Let's go to Old Song's house."

"Walk!"

The two exchanged a smile and strode towards the Song family's residence.

The night breeze swept by, taking away the daytime heat.