Chapter 112 King of the World? I just want to be a dean for my wife!
Three months after the final battle, the spring breeze was already warming by the lake at the sanatorium on the outskirts of Beijing.
Su Wanqing's complexion regained its rosy hue, but she was still weak. Lu Zhanting wrapped her in a thick blanket in a recliner, leaving only her eyes visible as she quietly watched the shimmering waves on the lake.
Lu Zhanting was squatting beside her, feeding her warm medicinal food spoonful by spoonful with a small silver spoon.
Those hands that once wielded knives to carve a path through mountains of corpses and seas of blood were now steady without trembling.
Not far away, several men dressed in black suits stood at a distance, their expressions solemn, deliberately holding their breath, not daring to disturb the tranquility.
One of them noticed the communicator on his wrist vibrate. He glanced at it, quickly walked behind Lu Zhanting, and whispered a report:
"General, Mr. Smith and his men from the Council... have arrived."
Lu Zhanting hummed in agreement, without turning his head, and scooped up another spoonful of soup, carefully blew on it, and brought it to Su Wanqing's lips.
"Are you here to ask our War God Lu to come out of retirement again?" Su Wanqing's eyes curved into crescents, her voice carrying a hint of sarcasm.
"in spite of."
Lu Zhanting's answer was resolute, as if the upcoming meeting was less important than the bowl of soup in front of him.
Only after the entire bowl of medicinal food was finished did he use a warm towel to wipe Su Wanqing's mouth clean and then tuck the blanket around her.
"I'll go there briefly and be right back."
Su Wanqing nodded without saying anything, just watching his back.
She knew that his departure was a rejection of the entire world.
...
The atmosphere in the reception room was so solemn it was almost stagnant.
The Chinese officials in charge, US Secretary of State Smith, Russian General Ivanov... these figures who usually only appear in global news headlines were all sitting upright at this moment.
Their eyes were filled with complex emotions as they watched Lu Zhanting push open the door and enter.
There was reverence, gratitude, and even a hint of... dependence.
"Comrade Zhan Ting."
The person in charge of Huaxia was the first to stand up. Without any pleasantries, his tone was heavy and sincere.
"We are here on behalf of this world that has survived the catastrophe, to plead with you."
Mr. Smith, once known for his tough stance and a representative of the American hawks, now looked exhausted and earnest.
"General Lu, the world needs a guardian. And you are the only one."
They formally made that appointment that would drive any ambitious person mad.
The newly formed "Dawn Defense Council" is the rotating chairperson.
Commander-in-Chief of the global rapid reaction force "Guardians".
This is no longer just the military power of a single nation, but the sword and shield of all human civilization.
Faced with such overwhelming power, Lu Zhanting simply listened quietly.
He didn't answer immediately, but walked to the window and looked towards the lakeside.
There, there is a small figure he risked his life to save.
He withdrew his gaze, turned around, and his eyes were frighteningly calm.
"I refuse."
The two words landed clearly in the conference room, each syllable as heavy as Mount Tai.
Smith jumped to his feet: "General Lu! This isn't about power, it's about responsibility! No one but you can..."
"My wife burned herself out to end that war."
Lu Zhanting interrupted him, his voice not loud, but it silenced everyone.
His gaze swept over everyone present, a look born from the carnage of the zombie horde, carrying an unyielding resolve.
"I snatched her back from the clutches of the King of Hell."
"I promised her that after the war, I would just stay with her and live the most ordinary life."
"This commitment is more important than protecting the world."
He paused, a very faint smile curving his lips.
"Moreover, a world that needs a 'god' to protect it is itself fragile."
He took out a pre-prepared plan from his briefcase and placed it on the table.
"I will not become a commander."
"But I will be the first instructor for the 'Guardians' unit and build them a world-class special operations academy."
"I will impart all my combat experience to everyone from all over the world without reservation. I am responsible for forging thousands upon thousands of sharp swords for the world."
"As for the hilt, it should be held in your hands, in the hands of all mankind."
His words stunned all the tycoons present.
They had considered all his possible reactions—bargaining, setting conditions, or even being blinded by power.
But I never expected that he would choose to become a... teacher.
After a long while, the person in charge of Huaxia was the first to stand up, clapping vigorously, his eyes even a little moist.
"Comrade Zhan Ting, you have taught us all, and this new world, the most important lesson."
Thunderous applause filled the conference room.
...
Meanwhile, in Su Wanqing's room, Professor Chen was so excited he didn't know what to do.
"Dr. Su... Dr. Su!"
He held a document with gold foil stamping, his voice trembling.
"The International Academy of Sciences has just unanimously approved the naming of your pioneering 'Reiki Biology' as 'Su's Theory'! They... they call you the 'Mother of Life in the New Century'!"
Su Wanqing simply smiled and took out a thick stack of manuscripts from the drawer.
"Professor Chen, these are all my research notes. Please pass them on to the Academy of Sciences."
She handed over another document.
"I don't want the title of chairman. I'm just a doctor."
Professor Chen subconsciously took the document, and after just one glance, he was struck dumb.
That was a foundation establishment document, named "Ganlin".
The section on funding sources contains a string of figures that would cause any finance minister in any country to have their heart stop.
Special thanks from the Congress of Country M, private gifts from European royal families, huge donations from Middle Eastern crown princes... all of this wealth, enough to buy several small countries, was poured into her.
The foundation has only three objectives:
Repairing the global ecosystem.
Provide relief and compensation to all war orphans.
To provide sustainable funding for life science research.
The founder is anonymous.
"Professor Chen, I'm entrusting the future to you." Su Wanqing's voice was gentle yet firm.
Professor Chen held the document, feeling as if it were heavier than mountains and seas.
Looking at the woman before him, who seemed so calm as if she were merely giving instructions on a trivial matter, a storm raged within him.
One forges the shield, the other sows the seed.
This couple is giving everything they have back to the world.
In the evening, Lu Zhanting pushed open the door and came in.
Su Wanqing was sitting by the window reading a book, the afterglow of the setting sun casting a warm golden glow on her.
He walked over, gently wrapped his arms around her from behind, rested his chin on the top of her head, and inhaled the pleasant scent of herbs and sunshine emanating from her.
"Is everything resolved?" Su Wanqing asked.
"Um."
Lu Zhanting responded sullenly and buried his face in the crook of her neck.
"Starting next month, I'll be serving as Dean Lu."
Su Wanqing put down her book, turned around, pinched his cheek, and her eyes were full of sly smiles.
"What a coincidence, Dean Lu."
"My clinic should reopen soon; the appointments are booked until next year."
The two looked at each other and smiled, everything understood without a word.
They relinquished the power that would have allowed them to command the world, and the glory that would have made them famous throughout history.
But they held each other's hands.
Outside the window, lights from thousands of homes lit up one after another.
A new era is peacefully unfolding.
And their happiness has just begun.
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