Reborn in 2014: A One-Man Tycoon

Outside the special care ward at the Beijing Aerospace Center, the corridor was so quiet that only the hum of the medical equipment could be heard.

Liu Qian, supporting Zhang Mei, stood in front of the thick glass window, her gaze fixed on Meng Chuan lying on the bed inside.

Meng Chuan had various tubes inserted into his body, connected to a life monitoring device next to him.

The curve on the screen finally leveled off.

But his full head of white hair and pale face were still like a knife, piercing everyone's heart.

After more than five hours of treatment, Meng Chuan's vital signs finally stabilized.

But Meng Chuan still hasn't woken up.

As for when Meng Chuan will wake up, no one knows.

"Xiao Chuan... my son... Mom has come to see you."

Zhang Mei's voice choked with sobs, her fingers gripping the edge of the glass window tightly.

At that moment, her heart ached terribly.

Meng Chuan was in a coma for a month after a car accident before his college entrance exam.

She stayed by Meng Chuan's side almost every step of the way.

Now history is repeating itself, and she is really afraid that her son will never wake up again after falling asleep.

She was watching the live stream at home when she almost couldn't catch her breath when she saw Meng Chuan collapse with a full head of white hair.

Only those who have truly become parents can understand Zhang Mei's feelings.

Later, they learned that Meng Chuan had returned. The armed police helicopter was already parked at the village entrance, and it took them less than two hours to get from their hometown to Beijing.

But now, separated by a pane of glass, she couldn't even touch her son's hand.

Liu Qian's eyes were red, and tears streamed down her face silently.

But she bit her lip tightly, trying not to cry out.

She remembered that before Meng Chuan left, he held her on the balcony and looked at the stars.

He said, "When I come back, we'll go on our honeymoon to Mars."

He's back now, but he's lying in a hospital bed, unable to even open his eyes.

Meng Jianguo stood to the side, clutching his hands somewhat helplessly.

His back was more hunched than usual, his temples had turned somewhat white, and he had more wrinkles around his eyes.

He looked at his son in the glass, and cloudy tears streamed down his cheeks.

But he didn't say a word.

"Families of the hero, this way please."

A nurse approached quietly, her voice filled with utmost respect:

"The doctor said I could go in for a quick look, but I couldn't stay too long or touch the equipment."

Liu Qian helped Zhang Mei, and the three of them followed the nurse into the ward.

The smell of disinfectant wafted over him. Meng Chuan lay on the bed, breathing evenly. His complexion was better than before, but his white hair was even more glaring.

Zhang Mei rushed to the bedside, wanting to hold her son's hand, but Liu Qian gently pulled her back—she was afraid of touching the tube and affecting Meng Chuan.

"Xiao Chuan, Mom's here... Wake up..."

Zhang Mei's voice trembled:

"Mom made your favorite braised pork. I'll heat it up for you when you wake up..."

Liu Qian sat on the edge of the bed and gently stroked Meng Chuan's hand—it was icy cold, without any warmth.

She leaned close to Meng Chuan's ear, her voice as gentle as a feather:

"Honey, Mom and Dad are here. Please don't sleep, okay? The kids are waiting for you to tell them a story..."

Just then, the ward door was pushed open, and the elderly man and several doctors walked in.

Old Hua took off his mask, his face showing fatigue, but he nodded to the three of them:

"Meng Chuan's vital signs have stabilized, and his organ failure is under control, but..."

Hua Lao paused, his voice low and deep:

“He has exhausted too much of his potential, and his body is in a deep self-protection state. It’s hard to say when he will wake up.”

Zhang Mei and Meng Jianguo knew Hua Lao.

Back when Meng Chuan was video chatting with his parents at the Mar-a-Lago estate in Shanghai, Old Master Hua even knelt before Meng Chuan and called him "Young Master."

At the time, they even thought their son had joined some kind of pyramid scheme.

Later, Zhang Mei and Meng Jianguo learned that Elder Hua was a master of traditional Chinese medicine.

Hearing what Elder Hua said, Zhang Mei swayed, and Liu Qian quickly supported her.

The old man stepped forward, looked at the three of them, and his eyes were filled with remorse:

"I'm sorry for making you worry. It was my selfishness to appoint Meng Chuan as the Dragon Guard General. Otherwise, he wouldn't be like this..."

"Commander, it's not your fault."

Liu Qian suddenly raised her head, wiped away her tears, and her eyes were filled with determination:

“Since Meng Chuan accepted the title of Dragon Guard General, he is a soldier, and protecting the country is his mission. I support his choice to go to Mars; I am proud of him for risking his life for Earth.”

The old man was stunned, and then his eyes reddened.

He looked at the thin yet strong woman in front of him, and then at Meng Jianguo beside her.

This genuine farmer was wiping away tears with his sleeve, yet he still stood tall.

Meng Jianguo took a deep breath and said firmly:

“Commander, I’m not very educated, I don’t understand patriotism or the concept of a Dragon Guardian General. But I know that my son did the right thing—if no one went to stop those aliens, we ordinary people wouldn’t be able to live in peace, even if we stayed at home to farm. I’m proud of my son.”

The old man looked at the family and suddenly bowed deeply to them:

"Thank you for raising such a wonderful child. Meng Chuan is a hero of the earth, and you are also the family members of a hero."

Reporters were already waiting outside the ward.

They didn't go in to disturb them, but instead recorded everything in the ward through the surveillance system.

These videos were quickly uploaded to the internet and instantly went viral worldwide.

"The families of heroes are equally great."

"Liu Qian's resilience and Meng's parents' understanding of righteousness are the essence of Chinese family tradition."

"They are not big figures, but they used the simplest words to interpret the true nature of heroes."

Comments flooded the internet.

However, the comments gradually changed.

It all started when a Western netizen suddenly said:

Why is Meng Chuan the Dragon Protector General? He protects not just the Dragon Kingdom, he protects the entire Earth; he should be called the Planet Protector General.

A stone stirred up a thousand waves.

In an instant, all the foreign netizens realized what was going on.

Yes! I disagree. Meng Chuan shouldn't belong only to China; he's a global hero.

The Dragon Kingdom cannot monopolize Mengchuan; Mengchuan should belong to all people worldwide as a shared spiritual leader.

Yes, Dragon Kingdom, please return Meng Chuan to us. The hero belongs to all of us.

I have decided to stop believing in God and start believing in Meng Chuan instead.

Even God can't save the earth, but Meng Chuan can. Give Meng Chuan back to us.

The negative trends on the internet are growing stronger, with comments from foreign netizens carrying an air of self-righteous arrogance.

It was as if Meng Chuan was a "trophy" that could be fought over at will.

Chinese netizens could no longer contain themselves, and a barrage of witty comments exploded on the trending topics:

"The 'Protective General'? I suggest you check the dictionary first! Meng Chuan's surname is Meng, and he is a citizen of our great Dragon Kingdom. What law says that saving the Earth requires changing nationality or title? Does someone saving you mean you have to dig up their ancestral graves and change their lineage?"

[Give Meng Chuan back to you? When Meng Chuan was cleaved in two by the mechs on Mars, covered in blood, why didn't you shout, "Give us back the danger!" When he collapsed, his hair turned white from exhaustion, why didn't you shout, "Give us back the pain!"]

"Global spiritual leader"? Fine, you want to believe in our heroes, I don't object. But if you want to steal our heroes, I won't allow it!

What does "exclusively owned by the Dragon Kingdom" mean? Mengchuan is a hidden gem nurtured by the five thousand years of cultural heritage of our great China. It belongs to our Dragon Kingdom; how can it be considered exclusively owned?

[Meng Chuan is the Dragon Guardian General of the Dragon Kingdom, Liu Qian's husband, and the son of Zhang Mei and Meng Jianguo—these identities are not something you can steal by typing a few words on a keyboard! Want a hero? Go to Mars and fight off aliens yourself, don't hide behind your screen as a parasite!]

The spirit of a hero can be shared, but a hero's roots reside forever in the place he cherishes most. No one can take that away, no one can steal it from him.

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