The Spell's Range Covers the Entire Territory of China? Hand It Over to the Nation

3: Chapter 3 Auspicious Omens Descend! A Miracle of Life from the ICU to the Border PostThe director’s intuition was correct; the night sky of Huaxia had indeed changed.

If anyone looked up at the sky now, they would discover that the cloud layer, originally tinged red by city neon lights, was undergoing a bizarre yet grand qualitative change. It was as if someone in the Nine Heavens had overturned Lord Lao’s Pill Furnace, and scalding purple-gold flowing light was spreading frantically along the texture of the clouds.

At first, it was just a faint tint, but in less than half a minute, the entire sea of clouds over Huaxia was completely ignited. That color was hard to describe in words; it was neither a simple purple nor a tacky gold, but a kind of ”Auspicious Qi” so heavy it made one want to prostrate in worship, yet so warm it brought tears to one’s eyes.

The air was no longer dry and hot, but instead became viscous and moist. With every breath, the lungs felt as comfortable as if they had been smoothed out by an iron.

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Beijing, Union Hospital.

The automatic doors of the Intensive Care Unit (ICU) were tightly shut. Several men in military uniforms sat on the benches outside, the gold stars on their epaulets appearing somewhat dim under the pale corridor lights. Their backs were ramrod straight, but the fatigue between their brows could not be hidden—the marks of staying up for several nights in a row.

The old man inside was a titan in the field of nuclear energy in Longxia Country. For the latest controllable fusion reactor project, he had disregarded the limits of his body and lifespan, always fighting on the front lines, and had finally overdrawn his last drop of lifeblood.

Just half an hour ago, the attending physician had already issued a notice of critical illness—multiple organ failure; it would likely be tonight.

”Beep— Beep— Beep—”

The monotonous sound of the monitor drifted faintly through the thick glass, each pulse feeling like it was stepping on everyone’s heartstrings.

Inside the ward, a group of experts surrounded the bed, their expressions solemn.

”Blood oxygen saturation is still dropping; it’s already fallen below 80.”

”Was the adrenaline administered?”

”Twice, no response. The myocardium... can hardly withstand any more stimulation.”

The attending physician, Wang Hongliang, took off his glasses, rubbed his aching eyes, and let out a long breath of turbid air. He had practiced medicine for forty years and was used to life and death, but at this moment, his heart still felt stifled. If it were just an ordinary old man, it would be one thing, but the person lying on that bed held the energy lifeline of Longxia Country for the next fifty years in his head.

This wasn’t just the death of one person; this was the collapse of a pillar of the nation.

”Notify the family and the Chief,” Wang Hongliang said, his voice hoarse.

The head nurse nodded, her eyes rimmed with red.

Just then, the operating room suddenly lit up.

At first, it was just a glimmer with a faint purple tint. Then, the light grew brighter, yet it wasn’t piercing; instead, it was as soft as a cluster of dissolving clouds.

”Why are the lights so bright tonight?” a nurse muttered subconsciously.

Before her words had even landed, the monitor suddenly emitted a sharp ”Beep—”.

Wang Hongliang’s heart skipped a beat. Was he gone already?

He abruptly turned his head to look at the screen.

He saw the green electrocardiogram, which had been nearly a flat line, suddenly lurch upward as if someone had yanked it, creating a massive peak!

”Heart rate... the heart rate is recovering?! 60... 70... 80?!” the doctor monitoring the equipment shouted in shock.

”Not just the heart rate! Look at the blood oxygen!”

On the screen, the blood oxygen saturation value was jumping frantically: 85%... 92%... 98%!

Those were the values of a healthy young person!

Wang Hongliang felt his scalp go numb. He lunged to the bedside, grabbed his stethoscope, and pressed it against the old man’s chest.

Thump, thump, thump.

Strong and powerful, with a steady rhythm. This was not the heart of a dying man; it sounded even healthier than his own, and he was a director who often stayed up late!

”This... how is this possible?” Wang Hongliang was dumbfounded. He watched as the old man’s face, originally as grey and ashen as paper, turned rosy at a speed visible to the naked eye. Even his shriveled, sunken cheeks seemed to fill out slightly.