I, disguised as a white dragon, was supported by the state.

Zhang Yu shook off his dejection and left with his head held high.

Bai Lin's life continued as usual.

After he urged the progress of the "Dragon Palace" project, Liu Chongyu came to him personally that evening to explain the situation.

To expedite the process, the government has arranged for another batch of workers to work around the clock, and the project is expected to be completed by the end of the month.

Although it was much slower than the professional construction cultivators of the Gray Earth Sect in Xuzhou, Bai Lin understood that this was already the current limit for mortals.

He suppressed his eagerness and waited patiently.

A week later.

Bai Lin's spiritual energy slowly recovered a little.

Director Zhao, whom he hadn't seen for a long time, came to visit him in person.

Bai Lin was well aware of Director Zhao's status in the Great Xia Dynasty.

But in the eyes of a cultivator at the Dragon Transformation Realm like him, the rights of mortals are like castles in the air.

Back in Xuzhou, as a Foundation Establishment cultivator, he was flattered by various mortal emperors and treated as an honored guest because of his status as a core disciple of the Dragon Transformation Sect.

After becoming a cultivator, he instinctively felt superior to mortals.

Especially after transforming into a dragon, the arrogance and haughtiness that came from his very bones permeated his will.

He did not resist the erosion of this emotion, nor did he feel that he was wrong.

The long years have made practitioners' emotional thresholds very high.

His master once warned him that it was a great taboo in cultivation to pour too much emotion into mortals!

What might be a hundred years for an ordinary person is merely a period of seclusion for a high-level cultivator.

Hearing Director Zhao say that he was wronged to be here, and then apologetically say that he was too busy with work to visit at any time, Bai Lin gradually became impatient: "Get to the point!"

Guan Mi secretly wiped away his sweat, feeling a little smug.

She discovered that she, as the zookeeper, was the only one who received preferential treatment from Bai Lin.

At least it never spoke to itself in such an impatient tone.

Liu Chongyu, Zhang Yu, and Lei Yao, who were accompanying them, seemed to take it all in stride.

They had known Bai Lin for some time and knew that it disliked idle chatter and looked down on all mortals equally.

Director Zhao, equally composed, smiled and said, "I heard from Miss Guan that Mr. Bai can cure diseases and save lives. Now there's someone of paramount importance to Great Xia..."

He had barely finished speaking when Bai Lin scoffed, "High-ranking officials and nobles?"

Director Zhao was secretly surprised, thinking to himself, "This white dragon knows about high-ranking officials and nobles. Could it be that it had a conflict with them before?"

He didn't show his emotions, but patiently explained, "No, he's a young scientist researching artificial intelligence, a leader in the field. Back in the United States, the country spent a lot of effort to bring him back to Great Xia."

"After returning to China, he suddenly fell ill and is now in critical condition," Director Zhao said. "On behalf of Daxia..."

Bai Lin interrupted, "You seem to really enjoy representing others."

“Since you have helped me take care of my deceased friend and even built the Dragon Palace, I should do my part,” he said. “I have saved this person!”

Director Zhao was overjoyed: "Thank you so much, Mr. Bai!"

Chapter 18 Dragon Saliva Pearl

Bai Lin remained calm.

"Do you need me to bring the person over?" Director Zhao asked.

Bai Lin did not speak.

He pulled half of his body out of the pool and coiled it on the carpet, his jade-like body spotless.

Looking at the ferocious dragon head, the group felt a chill run down their spines.

Bai Lin then glanced at each of them.

As he looked at them, the others all looked away.

Only Guan Mi met his gaze and even winked playfully.

"This girl!" Bai Lin thought to himself with a sigh.

He looked at Director Zhao: "Are all his limbs intact?"

"He is physically healthy, but he is currently unconscious. The doctor diagnosed that he may have been poisoned," said Director Zhao.

"That's fine then," Bai Lin said calmly. "If there's no need for limb regeneration, then there's no need to bring anyone with you."

"Mr. Bai can even help people regenerate severed limbs?" Zhang Yu asked in shock.

Bai Lin glanced at him, thinking to himself that this guy really knew nothing about the methods of cultivators.

Although he has the body of a dragon, he can still easily use some of the spells he once mastered.

If it were just about helping people detoxify, there would be no need for such a complicated process.

Under the watchful eyes of the others, he opened his mouth and gently exhaled, sending out a ball of clear, sparkling water.

It floated in the air, swirled and condensed, and in an instant it turned into a bead the size of a quail egg, radiating a cold aura.

This amazing scene left everyone wide-eyed and astonished.

"Is this the legendary Dragon Ball?" Zhang Yu couldn't help but ask again.

“It’s my saliva,” Bai Lin said casually. “You can call it ambergris.”

Dragon's saliva, imbued with dragon energy, is just as poisonous to mortals as spiritual energy.

The spiritual power transformed by cultivators is in harmony with all things in the world and can greatly benefit any living being.

This bit of ambergris contains a trace of spiritual power, making it an unparalleled elixir!

“Feed it to that person, and he will recover,” Bai Lin said.

"Thank you so much, Mr. Bai!" Director Zhao said, barely suppressing his excitement.

He prided himself on his extensive knowledge, but what he saw before him shattered his understanding once again.

As expected of a legendary dragon, it might really be able to control the clouds and rain!

He raised his hands and watched as the bead flew into his palms, feeling even more amazed.

The bead's surface was smooth and emitted a faint chill, but it did not make him feel uncomfortable; on the contrary, it made him feel refreshed.

"Mr. Bai, what should we use to package it?" Guan Mi asked, looking at the excited and surprised group.

"Whatever," Bai Lin said.

Elixirs and similar items containing spiritual energy usually need to be stored in boxes made of spiritual wood or spiritual stone, but these obviously don't exist on Earth.

Besides, it's just dragon saliva that's been tainted with a little spiritual energy, so it doesn't need to be particularly precious.

Bai Lin spoke casually, but Director Zhao dared not relax for a moment.

He carefully held it in his hands, had someone prepare a jade box, and put it away safely.

Looking at that magical bead, he was reluctant to take it away.

But this reluctance was only fleeting.

The young scientist was strongly invited back to China by the government, but this incident occurred, which has a very negative impact.

Several overseas scientists who were originally in talks and intended to return to China have now become hesitant.

It's like a weather vane.

If the country fails to handle this matter properly, it will inevitably face setbacks in attracting overseas talent in the future.

"The United States is going too far!" Director Zhao's face darkened.

……

"Damn Sam!" a man with gray hair and slightly red eyes cursed in the hospital ward.

"Dad..." The middle-aged woman beside him hesitated, as if she wanted to say something but then stopped.

She wanted to comfort her father, but didn't know how to begin.

On the bed next to him, his younger brother lay quietly with a ventilator attached.

His condition has worsened, and the doctor just reminded them that they can start preparing for the worst.

This caught her off guard, and she felt extremely choked up.

If she weren't worried about upsetting her elderly father, she would have burst into tears too.

She only has one younger brother, who has always been the pride of the whole family.

My younger brother was intelligent and ambitious from a young age. He was admitted to the top university in the province as the top student in the college entrance examination. After graduation, he received a full scholarship to study in the United States.

His talent was evident early on, and he received offers from many of the world's top institutions even before he graduated.

Having just turned 30, he is already a rising star in the field of artificial intelligence.

Although her brother had a very good job in the United States, he was, after all, a Chinese citizen, so she and her father both hoped that he could return to China to develop his career.

With the intervention of high-ranking officials and the promise of many favorable conditions, they spared no effort in persuading their younger brother to return.

They thought they were returning home in glory, but they never expected that something unexpected would happen.

My younger brother has been listless and drowsy ever since we returned to China.

She thought it was just jet lag and wanted her brother to get some rest, but little did she know that this sleep would be their last!

Even with the best hospitals and top-notch expert consultations provided by the government, it was all in vain.

From the doctor's words, they learned that their younger brother was most likely poisoned.

Accident or deliberate?

Who poisoned them?

This is self-evident.

"It's all my fault. I shouldn't have let him come back." The woman couldn't help but wipe away her tears.

The elderly father's eyes reddened, and his voice choked with emotion, yet he disagreed: "If I had known, I shouldn't have let him go abroad in the first place!"

As the father and daughter were grieving silently, they suddenly heard footsteps.

The woman glanced to the side, just as the hospital room door opened.

She immediately recognized the person walking in front as the hospital director.

Beside it, there was a somewhat familiar figure.

As she was wondering, the dean came over first and introduced, "Director Zhao, these two are Dr. Wang's family members, his father and sister."

"This is Director Zhao, he is... Director Zhao has come to see Dr. Wang in person today."

Upon learning of Director Zhao's identity, the father and daughter did not show much emotional reaction.

Normally, they might feel flattered, but now that their loved one is dying in a hospital bed, how could they be in the mood!

The elderly father even harbored resentment.

If these bureaucrats hadn't failed in their duties, how could their son have ended up like this?

The middle-aged woman forced a smile and called out, "Director Zhao."

The elderly father remained indifferent and silent.

Director Zhao did not find anything wrong with the two people's attitudes.

He said sincerely, "It was my idea to bring back an outstanding scientist like Dr. Wang. Now that this has happened, it is my fault for not making proper arrangements. I must apologize to both of you."

He bowed deeply in respect.

The middle-aged woman quickly said, "Director Zhao, this is not your fault!"

The old father hesitated for a moment, then helped him up, saying, "No need for that. It's not your fault; it's all those damned Americans!"

His eyes welled up with tears again.

Director Zhao sighed inwardly and said, "I've been trying to find a solution recently, and fortunately I obtained a miracle drug that should be able to save Dr. Wang."