Classified as Top Secret

"Elder Liu, can we really trust this young comrade so easily?"

Stepping outside the ward, a middle-aged man could not help but frown.

"Do you think anyone would deliberately try to harm Elder Zeng at this critical juncture? Wouldn't that be entirely unnecessary? Moreover, I trust the person Xiao Wang brought back. He has followed me for many years, and he knows the gravity of certain matters."

Elder Liu spoke, then turned his gaze to Wang Yousheng who was standing to the side. "Xiao Wang, where did you find this young comrade? Can you explain it to us in detail?"

"Old Chief, why don't you let me explain? I should know more about this matter than Captain Wang."

Before Wang Yousheng could speak, Zhou De stepped forward.

Back in the day, both he and Wang Yousheng were soldiers under Elder Liu.

Elder Liu nodded, waiting quietly for him to continue.

Subsequently, Zhou De detailed the incident involving his son, Zhou Ping'an.

When the crowd heard from him that Zhou Ping'an had actually been saved by Qin Ning after being declared clinically dead, they were all dumbfounded on the spot.

"How is that possible? Acute myocardial infarction—even an immortal descending to earth would find it hard to save him. Are you sure you aren't mistaken?" Beside them, several medical experts had already gathered around. Upon hearing Zhou De's words, their first reaction was disbelief.

"Elder Liu, everyone, I can't say much more, but what I can tell you is this: the people immortals cannot save, he can." Wang Yousheng said with a serious face.

"You comrade..."

The medical experts all frowned, wanting to say something more.

But suddenly, the door of the ward opened.

Qin Ning was seen walking out of the room.

Seeing this, the crowd gathered at the door immediately surrounded him.

Without waiting for them to ask, Qin Ning said directly, "He is fine now. After resting for about ten minutes, he should be able to get out of bed and walk around."

Hearing his words, everyone was slightly taken aback.

When the medical experts reacted, they were so exasperated that they laughed.

"Elder Liu, Xiao Wang, are you outside?"

However, before they could say anything, a voice came from inside the ward.

Everyone was greatly alarmed. Looking over, they realized that Elder Zeng, who had been in a coma on the hospital bed for days without waking up, was actually sitting up. Moreover, his complexion was no longer pale as before, but rather quite rosy.

Not only that, the crowd astonishingly discovered that Elder Zeng's hair had turned from white to black, as if his whole person had grown more than ten years younger.

"I have to go back. Otherwise, if Xiao Fei comes back from work later and doesn't see me, she will be worried."

Qin Ning glanced at Zhou De. "Are you coming back with me, or are you taking a plane back yourself later?"

"I... I will take a plane back myself," Zhou De said hastily.

Although the experience just now felt very novel in retrospect, if he were asked to experience that feeling again, he would not have the courage.

"Alright, then I will be leaving first."

Qin Ning shrugged, and leaving behind this sentence, he headed toward the far end of the corridor without looking back.

Meanwhile, Elder Liu and his group had already entered the ward.

Looking at the changes in Elder Zeng right now, their faces were all filled with astonishment and sheer disbelief.

Just what kind of heaven-defying method was this? In merely a few minutes, not only was a dying person brought back to life, but his condition was remarkably good, and Elder Zeng even looked like he had become much younger.

This was clearly no longer as simple as a medical procedure; it was something beyond their comprehension.

"Why are you all looking at me like that?"

Elder Zeng did not know what exactly happened; he only felt as if he had been unconscious for a very long time.

Waking up suddenly just now, he found his body exceptionally light and relaxed. All of his previous discomforts were long gone, his limbs seemed to have regained their strength, and he felt as if he had returned to being forty years old.

Wang Yousheng found a mirror and placed it in front of Elder Zeng's eyes.

Upon seeing his own reflection in the mirror, Elder Zeng froze in place.

After a long time, he realized that something unbelievable had happened to him. He looked at Wang Yousheng and the others with a solemn expression and asked, "What exactly is going on? Hurry up and tell me in detail."

Wang Yousheng remained silent, merely glancing at the crowd beside him.

Elder Zeng understood and waved his hand. "All of you step out first. Elder Liu can stay."

Hearing this, although everyone was extremely curious, they could only obediently listen and walk out of the ward.

After Wang Yousheng closed the door, only four people remained in the ward: him, Elder Zeng, Elder Liu, and Zhou De.

"You can speak now. There is no need to hide anything. Aside from the four of us present, no one else will know what you say today," Elder Zeng stated.

"Understood."

Wang Yousheng nodded earnestly, and then recounted the entire course of events in full detail.

When he heard that Qin Ning had actually resurrected someone who was supposed to be dead, Elder Zeng was highly surprised.

But when he learned from Wang Yousheng that Qin Ning had actually flown them all the way from Liushi to the capital, taking only about a dozen minutes from start to finish, not only Elder Zeng, but Elder Liu beside him was completely dumbfounded.

After a long silence in the ward, Elder Zeng was the first to break the quiet. He said with a serious face, "Qin Ning's existence has completely exceeded the mundane world and common sense. From now on, everything regarding him is classified as top secret."

"Should we send someone over to protect him?" Elder Liu asked.

Wang Yousheng replied, "Old Chief, I do not think that is necessary at all. First, an existence like Qin Ning simply does not need our protection. Second, if he finds out, it might cause a misunderstanding, making him think we are monitoring him."

"Xiao Wang is right. Protection is unnecessary. But remember, no information about Qin Ning must ever be leaked. Furthermore..."

At this point, Elder Zeng looked at Zhou De. "After you return to Liushi, make sure to pay more attention to Qin Ning, but absolutely do not monitor him. Also, no matter what requests he makes, as long as he asks, satisfy them to the best of your ability."

"Yes, I understand, Old Chief!" Zhou De nodded seriously.

...

Liushi.

Qin Ning returned here.

In the rented apartment, he sat on the sofa watching TV.

Not long after, Xiao Fei came back from work. With both hands behind her back, she walked over to Qin Ning.

"Ta-da!"

Coming in front of Qin Ning, she revealed what was behind her back—a gift box.

"What is this?" Qin Ning was slightly stunned.

"Open it and see," Xiao Fei said with a smile.

Qin Ning did not hesitate and opened the box, finding a new mobile phone inside.

"Hehe, how is it? Do you like it? Here, I even used my ID card to register a SIM card for you. From now on, if anything comes up, we can just call each other directly."

Qin Ning powered on his phone, inserted the SIM card, and saved Qin Fei's number before finally asking, "Have you checked the bank card I gave you yet?"

"Uh..."

Qin Fei paused for a moment upon hearing this. "No, why? You didn't actually think I believed there was five million in that card, did you?"

"If your brother says it is there, it is there. When have I ever lied to you?"

Seeing how serious he looked, Qin Fei began to doubt herself. "Is it really there?"

Qin Ning did not say a word. Instead, he simply pulled her out the door, hailed a cab downstairs, and headed straight for the bank.

Standing in front of the ATM, Qin Fei was completely dumbfounded, frozen on the spot as she stared at the long string of digits displayed on the balance screen.

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