NOVPUBThe New Year's Eve dinner was held in a large hall, not too far from the alley where the elderly lived. In just over ten minutes, Mr. Zhou and Zhang Menglong had reached Academician Qian Miao's residence.
"Why are there so many people?" These elders generally preferred quietness, yet the entry was bustling today. On their clothing, Zhang Menglong saw the familiar emblems of the Longxia Special Operations Team, and he even sensed that many psychics had gathered here.
"There are even several god-level psychics?" Zhang Menglong casually scanned the area and even detected an energy almost reaching the status of a god-level psychic. "Could it be Meng Tianhe, the chief commander of Longxia?"
Zhang Menglong knew that in Longxia, there were several powerful existences at the peak of god-level psychics, but this power had almost stepped half a foot into a higher realm, equivalent to the Heavenly Origin Boundary of Ancient Martial Artists. Likely, no one else but Meng Tianhe could possess such power.
It wouldn't surprise Zhang Menglong if a large group of doctors and even some of the Longxia's alchemists had gathered here, for such national pillars deserved many doctors to diagnose and treat them if they fell ill.
However, while these psychics were good at fighting, healing and saving lives were not their specialties. What were they doing here?
"Mr. Zhou, why are you here?" Qian Sijia, the granddaughter of Academician Qian Miao, greeted Mr. Zhou immediately upon seeing him. Qian Sijia, about the same age as Zhang Menglong, had fair skin and beautiful features, but she looked somewhat haggard now.
"Your grandfather missed the New Year's Eve dinner; how could I not be worried?" Mr. Zhou said. He and Academician Qian Miao were not merely acquaintances; they had been classmates during their student days, one taking the political path and the other focusing deeply on scientific research in their quest to strengthen their country.
Later, Mr. Zhou and that generation of elders took the lead in building a powerful nation, and Academician Qian Miao became the founder of Huaxia's space science and aerospace technology, maintaining a very good relationship all along.
Qian Sijia glanced at Zhang Menglong. Mr. Zhou had never had children in his life; this must be one of Mr. Zhou's other younger relatives. She smiled and nodded to Zhang Menglong, who smiled back.
"Oh, let me introduce, this is Menglong, Zhang Menglong."
"This is the granddaughter of Academician Qian, Qian Sijia."
"Hello!" Zhang Menglong shook her hand.
"Hello," Qian Sijia looked at Zhang Menglong for an extra moment, "I've heard a lot about you for a long time, and I never thought we would meet under such circumstances."
"How is your grandfather? What exactly is this strange illness he has? He was perfectly fine when I asked him to play chess last week," Mr. Zhou expressed his doubts.
"Grandpa is still in a coma, but the doctors can't find anything wrong," Qian Sijia said, "They say his body is very healthy, with no cardiovascular diseases or other common ailments in the elderly."
"Do you mean that those doctors also can't find the cause?"
"Yes," Qian Sijia nodded, "Several expert teams from the military hospitals have examined grandpa. Apart from being unconscious, his body is getting weaker, but he has no other conditions."
"That's strange, it almost sounds like he's been hexed," Zhang Menglong muttered to himself, but he immediately felt his words were somewhat impolite. "Sorry, I was just speaking off the cuff."
"No, what you said is actually what I was thinking," Qian Sijia said, "Grandpa's room is like a cold cellar, and anyone who goes in feels chilled to the bone; the doctors can hardly bear it after a while."
"So you invited the people of Longxia here?" Zhang Menglong asked.
"Yes," Qian Sijia replied, "I've heard that our Longxia Special Operations Team members have special abilities and many are quite extraordinary, so my parents had no choice but to ask for their assistance."
Actually, Qian Sijia didn't really know what kind of organization Longxia was; she only occasionally heard the elders at home talk about it, but when she asked for details, the adults would not discuss it.
"So, have they found the problem yet?" Mr. Zhou asked.
Qian Sijia shook her head, "No, they're helpless too. Only a few people used some magical abilities to help Grandpa maintain his body temperature, but now we don't even know what to do."
"Right!" Qian Sijia suddenly remembered something, "Just now, Captain Meng Tianhe from Longxia said that the feeling on Grandpa's body gave him a sense of déjà vu, as if he had encountered it somewhere before, and it seemed to be related to Kaibong."
"Are they involved again?" Zhang Menglong frowned.
"May I take a look?" Zhang Menglong said, "Actually, I'm also a doctor. A while ago, Qin Feng's grandfather was also cured by me."
"You're the miracle doctor?" Qian Sijia had also heard about the incident with Qin Feng's grandfather. It was said that a miraculous doctor cured the elder Qin's leukemia in just a few minutes. She just hadn't realized that this person was Zhang Menglong, "And here I thought all you did was spend money!"
Of course, the latter half was just Qian Sijia teasing him.
"Hahaha, a man of many talents," Zhang Menglong laughed, "I wouldn't want people to think I survive on looks alone!"
"Dream on!" A couple of jokes made the two youngsters much more familiar with each other, "First, go take a look at my grandfather!"
Qian Sijia led them straight into the courtyard, and indeed, just by approaching that room, Zhang Menglong felt a hint of chill.
"Uncle Zhou, how come you are here?" The son of Academician Qian saw Old Zhou and suddenly felt somewhat embarrassed.
"Do you even consider me Uncle Zhou? If I hadn't called, I wouldn't have known about the trouble with Old Qian!" Old Zhou chided.
"Uncle Zhou, we just didn't want to worry you."
"He comes out!" A middle-aged man walked out of Academician Qian's room, his eyes sharp, his stature upright, exuding a kingly aura, but his expression also seemed somewhat helpless.
"Captain Meng, any solutions?" Old Zhou and others gathered around immediately. 𝘯𝑜𝑣𝑝𝑢𝘣.𝑐𝑜𝑚
Meng Tianhe shook his head, "The old man's condition is very strange. There is an extremely cold energy in his body, but it's not a supernatural ability. My power has no effect on this energy. This force is very strong; logically, the old man should have been dead by now, but there seems to be something helping him resist this energy, so he has managed to hold on till now."
Suddenly, Meng Tianhe's eyelids twitched violently, and his gaze instantly fixed on Zhang Menglong who was not far away.
His lips and cheeks trembled slightly, as if he was on the verge of saying something but hesitated.
"You obviously have no way," Zhang Menglong walked over, "The power on the old man is quite special, and you guys can't handle it."
"Who are you to talk to the captain like that?" A psychic next to Meng Tianhe immediately got annoyed. Even "those people" had to greet Meng Tianhe as the captain, so what gave this young man the right to be so presumptuous.
"Want to know who I am?" Zhang Menglong glanced at the psychic, a Level Eight divine psychic, under 30 years old, indeed quite impressive, "ask your captain who I am."
"Captain, he..."
"Don't make a move!" Meng Tianhe immediately stopped the young psychic, "If he wishes, our entire Longxia special operations team wouldn't even be enough to fill his gap between his teeth."
The young psychic's expression instantly turned blank...
