After breaking up with my girlfriend, I became a Great Sage of the Demon Clan.

As the most famous scientist in the country who brought about a great deal of scientific progress, Zhang Wei's medical expenses were all paid by the state. In the last period of Zhang Wei's life, a large number of directors and screenwriters came to him, preparing to learn about this scientist in a comprehensive way so that they could make movies, TV series and documentaries about him.

Everyone, including Dong Dou Xing Jun, was prepared to be the ones to teach Zhang Wei his lessons in the future.

But even such a great figure could not escape the passage of life.

After disembarking, Dong Dou Xingjun got into Zhang Wei's grandson Zhang Du's car and arrived at Donglai Clinic eighteen minutes later.

Although Donglai Clinic is called a clinic, it is actually a large hospital with eight buildings in total, guarded by high-level security personnel both inside and out.

After parking his car in the underground parking lot, Zhang Du led Dong Dou Xing Jun to the elevator and went inside.

As soon as they entered, Dongdou Xingjun comforted Zhang Du.

"The dead cannot be brought back to life. For someone as great as your grandfather, I will arrange a grand funeral later so that everyone will know about the contributions he made back then."

Zhang Du gave an awkward laugh.

Not knowing why the second path was nine, Dongdou Lingxingjun looked at Zhang Dusi's smile and clearly felt that this person was hiding something from him that he was embarrassed to tell him.

Could it be that after Zhang Wei's death, his sons and grandsons were fighting over his inheritance, and Zhang Du invited him here to get him to endorse him?

Dongdou Xingjun subtly clenched his fingers.

Unexpectedly, the great scientist Zhang Wei seemed to have fallen into some strange state, and Dongdou Xingjun couldn't figure out what was happening to him for the time being.

"Ding……"

In the divination room, the elevator doors opened.

Outside the door was a corridor, with hospital rooms on both sides of the corridor having their doors open.

This wasn't the first time Dong Dou Xingjun had visited this hospital to comfort various patients. Without Zhang Du needing to remind him, Dong Dou Xingjun stepped out of the elevator and headed towards ward 522.

This is a special intensive care unit. The daily fixed expenses alone exceed five figures. Add to that the cost of doctors and medications, and even Dong Dou Xing Jun (a famous Chinese physician) complained when he saw the hospital's bill that it was robbery and that being a doctor was much more lucrative.

Dongdou Xingjun arrived at ward 522 and pushed open the door.

Dongdou Xingjun had originally prepared himself to see everyone crying or fighting over Zhang Wei's body for the inheritance as soon as he entered, but the scene inside was completely different from what Dongdou Xingjun had prepared.

First of all, no one was arguing or crying. Everyone was gathered around a three-bed, on which lay an old man with half-white hair and a relaxed and smiling face.

The old man, Dongdou Xingjun, was acquainted with him.

"Old Master Zhang?!"

The elderly man was the great scientist who had been given a critical condition notice by the hospital a week ago and was being kept alive by the five-figure daily cost of the special intensive care unit.

This guy, who couldn't be saved even by Xuan Shui, is now sitting on the bed, his face brimming with vitality, making him look nothing like a dead man with one foot in the grave.

A very ominous thought entered the mind of Dongdou Xingjun, whose words to him from Xiao Yanjun were still ringing in his ears.

……

"What I mean is, this bastard said he'd go have dinner with their leader in a month, just like that dad said he'd agree to his daughter dating or even marrying a thug in two years. He's just using this as a delaying tactic. The point isn't about having dinner in a month."

"These people are likely to make a move within the next month, something that will deter us from interfering with their plans."

……

Zhang Wei, lying on the bed, lifted the blanket, revealing his legs covered with age spots. Without needing anyone's help, Zhang Wei got out of bed, and several young people surrounded him. Zhang Wei's expression turned serious, and he said coldly.

"Let's all go out."

Zhang Wei's children bowed their heads and left the ward one after another, except for one guy who was wearing white clothes, glasses, and looked like a doctor, who was still standing.

Dongdou Xingjun glanced at the doctor a few more times, and the doctor nodded in greeting with neither arrogance nor servility.

"Boom..."

The door to the ward closed, making a very low sound, but it was still a bit loud in the quiet ward.

"Your Excellency, President."

Zhang Wei approached Dongdou Xingjun. Dongdou Xingjun was originally going to help the old man up and tell him to rest and not to be so polite to him, but now, Dongdou Xingjun felt only deep heaviness in his heart.

"Pfft..."

When Zhang Wei reached half a meter in front of Dongdou Xingjun, he suddenly knelt down.

The Eastern Dipper Star Lord's brows furrowed into the shape of a "川" (river).

"Old Zhang, what are you doing?"

Zhang Wei sniffed, and the centenarian choked up as he spoke.

"Your Excellency, I know what I am about to say may very well be... treasonous, but I still want to say it..."

The Eastern Dipper Star Lord said unhappily.

"Since you know what you're saying isn't nice, then don't say it!"

Zhang Wei completely ignored Dong Dou Xingjun's words and continued speaking to himself.

"I would like to ask Your Excellency the President... to stop thinking about solving the spiritual plague."

The Eastern Star Lord's expression also darkened.

"Because these things can grant you immortality?"

A blush crept onto Dongdou Xingjun's face.

Do you know how many people this spiritual plague has killed?

Dongdou Xingjun pointed out the window of the ward.

“全7球三4百亿人1，被杀6的不9到五0十亿7，东夏联众8国五0十亿人口，如今只有三亿人口还在苟延残喘！”

"Our world, with over 20 billion people, has been ruined by this spiritual plague!"

"And you, for your own selfish reasons, want me to give up treatment for this spiritual plague!"

Zhang Wei lowered his head, and tears dripped down the old man's face.

"But, but..."

The old man's voice was choked with sobs.

"People are dead."

The old man struggled to lift his head, his tearful eyes meeting those of the Eastern Dipper Star Lord.

"Since they're already dead, can't we just accept the current situation?"

"Your Excellency, you are a true god; you have no idea what birth, aging, sickness, and death are."

Zhang Wei looked at the bed behind him.

“I lay in that bed for three years. Every year I hoped that I could get out of bed, leave the hospital, and live as easily as a young person. But I didn’t. Every year my illness got worse. I used to be able to go to the toilet by myself, but a year ago I couldn’t get out of bed anymore.”

Zhang Wei became more and more excited as he spoke.

"Do you feel like this when you know you're too weak and can only watch others take off your clothes and clean up your excrement, and you see their disgusted expressions?"

Do you know what it feels like to feel physically weak and close to death every day?

"I haven't dared to take any painkillers this year. The doctor said the ingredients in painkillers might have a negative impact on my health..."

Zhang Wei began to tremble; this one of the world's most brilliant scientists was now shaking like a helpless quail.

"I want to live, Your Excellency, I want to live! Please, please stop worrying about this mental plague, please pretend you didn't see anything!"

Zhang Wei, the centenarian, bowed his head, touching his forehead to the ground.

He struggled for his life repeatedly on his sickbed for a year. The torment and despair of death during that year had completely stripped the old man of his original pride and self-respect.

He was willing to do anything to survive.

The Eastern Dipper Star Lord looked reluctant.

A doctor in a white coat came out from the side.

"Your Excellency, you should know that it was Mr. Zhang Wei who invented nuclear fusion, bringing happiness to countless people. What's wrong with such a meritorious person being a little willful?"

Dongdou Xingjun looked at the doctor in the white coat beside him, and narrowed his eyes at the same time.

The doctor in the white coat stood tall and proud.

"Since things have already come to this point, I don't think the President would want to disappoint all of your subordinates, would he?"

Just as Dongdou Xingjun was about to say something, his phone rang.

He took it out and saw that the caller ID showed it was his assistant. After answering, his assistant spoke in a flustered tone.

“总统7阁下4，现在1您的6办公室外9有一百多0人围着，他们7说有事儿8想和你说。”0〉

Dongdou Xingjun hung up the phone and looked intently at the young man in white beside him.

The young man said with a smile.

"Your Excellency, you can go to your meeting first, and I will discuss our issues with you later."

As Dongdou Xingjun turned around, the space and time around him distorted.

In just a few steps, Dongdou Xingjun arrived at his office.

Outside Dongdou Xingjun's presidential office was a fairly large living room. Normally, a place where one or two people could sit would be considered crowded, but now it was packed with people standing around. When they saw Dongdou Xingjun coming, they all surrounded him.

An old politician who had helped Dongdou Xingjun a great deal said, sobbing.

"Your Highness, we need your help..."

Another street politician whom Dongdou Xingjun had once met came before Dongdou Xingjun, grasped his hands, and said sincerely.

"Your Highness, you know why we're here, don't you?"

Several elderly women with full heads of white hair came to Dongdou Xingjun and spoke one after another.

"Let's put aside the matter of the spiritual plague..."

"Anyway, things have already come to this point..."

Dongdou Xingjun scanned the people around him. Most of them were social elites and government bigwigs who had one foot in the grave and were just one breath away from dying. Some of them were awakened, and some were monsters with extremely strong social power.

Now they all stood before me, looking refreshed and full of energy.

If nothing unexpected happens, it should be the Sixth Chairman of the Longevity Society who made the third move, pulling those who were originally on the side of Si Dongdou Star Lord to his side.

The benefit offered is simple: it grants the recipient eternal life.

Another person who looked familiar to the Eastern Dipper Star Lord came before him, and this person only said one sentence.

“We are living on the technology of the Longevity Society now. Your Excellency, if you insist on dealing with the members of the Longevity Society, it will be the same as killing us.”

After uttering those harsh words, the man knelt down before the Eastern Dipper Star Lord.

"We just want to live, Your Highness. Please put aside the matter of the Longevity Society."

Chapter Thirty-Six: Truth or Falsehood

An hour later, inside the president's office.

Looking exhausted, Dong Dou Xing Jun sat behind the president's desk. The young man in the white coat that he had seen at the hospital was standing in front of Dong Dou Xing Jun's desk.

Dongdou Xingjun sighed as he looked at the young man in the white coat.

"After Wang Xiaojun was caught, you realized you were exposed?"

The young man in the white coat nodded.

“Yes, our members are all over the place. Once they are discovered and arrested, the chairman will know immediately. What we didn’t expect was that when Wang Xiaojun was arrested this time, it was actually the True God of Zhongzhou City who came.”

Dongdou Xingjun snorted.

"So you launched your final plan, sharing your immortality technology and hoping those guys terrified of death would come begging to me?"

The Eastern Dipper Star Lord grinned menacingly.

“I think you underestimate humanity and you underestimate our true God.”

Dongdou Xingjun took a remote control from the drawer beside him, pressed it, and the wall-mounted monitor opposite his desk lit up.

As darkness dissipated, an elderly, frail face appeared on the television screen.

The Eastern Dipper Star Lord spoke to the old man.

"The Longevity Society has arrived. Why don't you and this gentleman say what you want to say?"

Lying in bed, the old man, who looked like he wouldn't live much longer, said in a trembling voice.