While studying a demon dragon that had massacred millions on a Federation colony planet, the chief medical officer—the only person in the Earth Federation on par with the Federation President—was sent back to the modern era due to the demon dragon's self-destruction using a secret technique. He became a second-generation rich kid so frail he could faint at any moment.

Back in the modern world, relying on unparalleled medical skills, he works to improve his own body while retraining his nine-level physique. But time is running out, and martial arts masters, even cultivators, and the invasion of alien civilizations loom ever closer...

Watch as our chief medical officer faces all of this and embarks on a path to break through his own limits.

Volume One

Chapter 1: Playing Dead

At 1:20 a.m., the coastal city of Changhai, with a population of over ten million, had mostly passed its bustling nightlife. Those who should be resting were resting, and finally, the streets were no longer congested; traffic flowed smoothly and quickly.

The sound of an ambulance pierced the night sky. An ambulance from Changhai Changzhi Hospital was speeding madly down a sixty-kilometer-per-hour road at a hundred and fifty kilometers per hour.

Inside the ambulance, Brian Foster, deputy director of the Changzhi Hospital emergency room, wore a grim expression. Intern doctor Howard Sullivan sat across from Brian Foster, occasionally sneaking a cautious glance at him. He really couldn't figure out why Deputy Director Foster insisted on taking this call himself and was so agitated during the resuscitation.

Howard Sullivan glanced again at the young man lying in the middle. Unlike other emergency cases, he wasn't covered in blood, nor did he have any injuries. The Ferrari, worth over three million, was totaled, yet he didn't have a scratch on him. But this second-generation rich kid was unlucky—his body was too weak, and he had heart problems. The excitement must have been too much for his heart to handle—he died. Director Foster and he worked for twenty minutes, but in the end, declared the rescue unsuccessful. The patient was pronounced dead at 1:13 a.m.

"Director... Fang, I have some cigarettes..." Howard Sullivan cautiously offered, even though smoking wasn't allowed in the ambulance. But with only the two of them and a dead body, rules were made to be broken.

"Give it here." Brian Foster reached out, and Howard Sullivan quickly handed them over. Brian Foster took the whole pack, lit a cigarette, took a few heavy drags, and seemed to relax a bit.

Howard Sullivan had only been here for less than half a month, and it was his first time seeing his boss like this. Changzhi Hospital was one of the largest private hospitals in Changhai. They worked in the emergency department, and Brian Foster was in charge of the ambulance team—seven ambulances, with nearly twenty doctors and nurses. Normally, Brian Foster rarely rode along.

Tonight, it just so happened that Brian Foster was on duty. After receiving the emergency call, he didn't let a nurse come along and went himself. Could it be that Director Foster had some connection to the deceased?

"Director Fang, the patient is already dead. Do we still need to rush back at full speed?" Even sitting in the ambulance, going over 150 km/h was nerve-wracking, especially after just seeing a fatal accident. But more importantly, Howard Sullivan wanted to probe Director Foster's intentions.

"Bang, bang... Faster!" Brian Foster made his point by pounding twice on the front partition and shouting loudly.

In just a few words, Brian Foster had already finished a cigarette, stomped it out underfoot, and immediately lit another.

"Whew..." Brian Foster exhaled smoke, glanced at Howard Sullivan's worried face, and suddenly gave a bitter smile. "You must think I'm losing it, getting so worked up all of a sudden."

"Of course not, Director Fang. You were just trying to save the patient, it's—"

"Bull..." Brian Foster said, "The guy's stone cold dead. How could we save him? You think this is some miracle, that someone whose heart stopped for over twenty minutes could come back to life?"

Howard Sullivan cautiously asked, "Then why are you—?"

"Sigh!" Brian Foster let out a helpless sigh. "After tonight, you and I will probably have to look for new jobs."

Look for new jobs? Howard Sullivan immediately tensed up. How did this involve him? He hadn't done anything wrong.

"Director Fang, I don't understand what you mean. If I did something wrong, please tell me and I'll fix it." Howard Sullivan really didn't want to change jobs. He'd worked so hard to get into a hospital under the Changzhi Medical Group. Especially at Changhai's Changzhi Hospital, where the pay was about 30% better than other hospitals, not to mention the future prospects and opportunities.

Brian Foster waved his hand. "It's not about you. Do you know who he is?"

Howard Sullivan looked at the body covered with a white sheet and shook his head.

"The young master," Brian Foster said heavily, finally voicing his thoughts and feeling a bit relieved. He gave a bitter smile. "This is the young master of our Changzhi Group, Charles Brooks's only grandson, Henry Brooks."

"Ah..." Howard Sullivan hadn't expected that. Now that he thought about it, the emergency call hadn't come to the hospital, but directly to Director Foster's phone.

"No... Director Fang..." Howard Sullivan hurriedly said, "Even if he's the young master, it was his own car accident. When we got there, he already had no heartbeat. It's not our fault!"