Courtyard House: My Time Travel is a Bit Too Strong

"He's like a dragon whose head is seen but not its tail," Ma Tao said, shaking his head and smiling as he watched him disappear into the distance.

"It's normal to exchange gifts, like one or two cartons of cigarettes or one or two bottles of wine. But for the three of us, that's six cartons of cigarettes and six bottles of wine—who would give that much? It's not like we're giving out freebies." Li Xiong frowned, his tone revealing disbelief.

"I reckon Brother Quan has probably been taken to a classified unit," Liu Yu said, his voice lowering as he stared at the ground.

"There's no use thinking too much. It's already dark, everyone go home, see you tomorrow." Ma Tao waved and his figure quickly disappeared into the night.

Lin Quan was walking alone on the street when a clear singing voice drifted into his ears. He followed the sound and turned into a square.

He took out a cigarette, lit it, and amidst the swirling smoke, his gaze fell on the open-air stage not far away.

The longevity potion was truly effective—his lifespan was extended by at least another thousand years.

Pushing open the villa's gate, I found the walls empty and desolate, even the echo seemed cold and lonely. Rather than staring blankly at the cold stove and pots, I decided to wander around outside a bit longer.

"Since we parted ways last time, Chen Shiyan has never contacted me again."

She didn't leave any contact information, and even though he knew who she was and what she did, he never thought of visiting her without permission.

"Handsome guy, would you dare to sing a duet with me?" A news anchor handed him a microphone.

Lin Quan stared at the microphone, paused for two seconds, and then spoke: "Can I sing solo?"

"Of course!" The anchor's eyes lit up.

He took the microphone and sang "Chinese People," his voice deep and resonant, every word powerful. After finishing, he gently placed the microphone back in her hand.

Before the song ended, applause surged like a tidal wave, and a wave of heat swept over us.

"One more song? The one we just sang!" The host took a half step forward, his eyes shining.

"You only start singing on a whim; you're not really a singer," Lin Quan waved his hand.

"I'll bid a thousand!" someone shouted from the audience.

"Two thousand! Sing 'Chinese People' again!" another person immediately chimed in.

Lin Quan simply said, "I don't lack money." After saying that, he turned around and left, walking further and further away without stopping.

Neon lights flickered and the city was bustling. He walked through it all, yet it felt as if he were walking through a thin mist, with an inexplicable emptiness floating in his heart.

The things I learned in the illusion were too numerous and varied, so I didn't know where to begin.

Back at his villa in the Cuizhu residential area, he turned on his computer, accessed the documents, and printed them out—the complete production process for four gene-based drugs, the pages falling like raindrops.

The next morning at eight o'clock, after having breakfast, he drove straight to Huaxia Industrial Group.

The pandemic that broke out a few years ago is still recurring.

Viruses keep mutating, vaccines are administered repeatedly, and new injections are constantly being developed, yet the defenses always seem like a taut string.

After taking one dose of an immune-boosting drug, the body's defense capabilities increase tenfold, enough to overwhelm all mutated strains.

At 9:00 a.m. the next day, Lin Quan stepped into the headquarters building of Huaxia Industrial Group on time.

"Engineer Lin!" Several familiar faces came up to greet him with hearty smiles and loud voices.

He nodded in response to each of them, and then went straight to the chairman's office.

"Engineer Lin!" Wang Zhennan stood up to greet him, his face beaming with a genuine smile.

"Chairman Wang, I've brought the materials." Lin Quan opened his briefcase. "This is the finished product, and this is the complete set of technical documents."

"Oh? What is that?" Wang Zhennan leaned forward.

"Gene-generating agents," Lin Quan answered readily.

"You...you actually did it?" Wang Zhennan was stunned, his lips slightly parted.

"It's all here, take a look for yourself." Lin Quan's lips curled into a slight smile.

"Have you done any real-world testing?" Wang Zhennan sat up straight, his tone becoming serious. In his eyes, superalloys, microreactors, and vertical takeoff and landing aircraft—any one of them would take a top team half their lives to develop—just how effective was this gene serum? He both hoped it was real and couldn't help but weigh the pros and cons.

Since obtaining the formula for the super-strong alloy, he has quietly begun investigating Lin Quan's background; once the blueprints for the small reactor were finalized, the scope of his surveillance immediately expanded to everyone around him.

Nie Xiaoyu, Liu Qian, Chen Shiyan, and even Lin Quan's parents all have people regularly monitoring their movements.

In Wang Zhennan's mind, this top-notch unofficial engineer of Huaxia Industrial Group must be free from any worries.

As for the things between Lin Quan, Nie Xiaoyu, Liu Qian, and Chen Shiyan? At most, it falls into the category of private life, and is far from crossing the line.

Wang Zhennan had the short video of Lin Quan selling cold noodles years ago, in which he claimed to "make high-precision wafers, high-precision batteries, and miniature reactors," completely removed from the internet long ago—now you can't find a single word about it, not a trace remains.

After all, microreactors are things that simply cannot withstand exposure.

Information about the Yunxiao spacecraft will not be released to the public for the time being.

"The results have met expectations. Mr. Wang, if you trust me, why not give it a try?" Lin Quan said.

"How do I use it?" Wang Zhennan asked.

"This is a life-extending potion, theoretically increasing lifespan by a thousand years; this is a gene-enhancing potion, which can double physical fitness; this is an immunity-boosting potion... just take it orally," Lin Quan replied.

"A thousand years?" Wang Zhennan was taken aback.

"Four kinds of medicine, take one each time, with a half-hour interval." Lin Quan smiled.

"Okay, I'll do it." Wang Zhennan first drank the longevity potion; half an hour later, he swallowed the gene enhancer; after chatting for a while, he took the immunity potion; and after waiting another thirty minutes, he drank the self-healing potion.

After the meal, Lin Quan asked him to help him get a medical practice license.

"Is your medical skill reliable?" Wang Zhennan asked bluntly.

With his connections, getting a certificate would be a piece of cake. But if he were to actually issue the certificate, he was worried that Lin Quan's skills weren't up to par—if something went wrong with the treatment in the future, the consequences would be unimaginable.

In this internet age, even the smallest thing can spread across the entire internet in an instant.

"I wouldn't dare say that he's unprecedented, but in today's world, there's hardly anyone who can match him," Lin Quan said calmly.

Wang Zhennan's heart skipped a beat, but he remained outwardly calm: "Come with me to the military hospital."

More than an hour later, the two arrived at the military hospital.

After a brief exchange of pleasantries with Dean Mu Qingshan, Lin Quan changed into a white coat, put on a mask, and began his temporary consultations.

He was already a master of the four diagnostic methods of traditional Chinese medicine: observation, auscultation, inquiry, and palpation.

He could tell at a glance whether a patient had symptoms, where the illness was located, and whether it was due to deficiency or excess, cold or heat, just by looking at the patient standing in front of him.

After the prescription was written and the medicine dispensed, the old Chinese medicine doctor from the military hospital took the prescription, looked at it several times, and couldn't help but clap his hands in praise.

"She wears a mask all day, has firm, wrinkle-free skin, and a clear voice; she looks no older than thirty."

"Traditional Chinese medicine practitioners are traditionally said to become more skilled with age. How can someone so young be so insightful?"

"He used the Five Elements Acupuncture Technique, which had been lost for many years, as naturally as breathing..."

After leaving the Traditional Chinese Medicine department, Mu Qingshan arranged for him to transfer to the Western Medicine outpatient clinic.

He handled the consultation, medication dispensing, and treatment with ease. The following afternoon, he went into the operating room.

What takes others an hour to perform, he finishes in just three to five minutes.

"Dr. Chung, which country's medical school did you graduate from?"

"Dr. Chung, that surgery was absolutely brilliant!"

"Dr. Chung, could you teach me how to do this procedure?"