Jinling City, on the outskirts, amid woodlands that had been replanned and landscaped.
A small stream wound its way through the area, its babbling waters unusually clear, with little fish playfully darting back and forth inside.
Beside the stream, a vast building complex was under construction, resembling an enormous estate, with countless beautifully designed gardens and various plants scattered throughout.
There were even domesticated rabbits, sika deer, and other animals adorning the grounds.
At that moment, however, a young man in a handsome, imposing black military uniform hurriedly jumped out of a formidable-looking electric military vehicle in the building's parking lot.
A badge on the right side of his chest read: People's Liberation Army of China.
Below it were another four words: Starfleet.
The young man rushed inside, only realizing after passing through several buildings that this was a hospital—or rather, a sanatorium.
When he reached the door of one room, it was already packed with people, ranging from white-haired elders to children only a few years old.
Most of the adults wore military uniforms.
The young man approached a young woman in uniform and asked quietly, "How is she?"
"I don't know. Grandpa and the others are inside. Great-Grandma seems to have... passed away." The young woman spoke softly, her eyes red.
"What?!" An expression of utter disbelief instantly appeared on the young man's face, followed by indescribable grief.
Faint sobbing continued to drift over from all around.
At that moment, an elderly woman with completely white hair, wrinkles, and age spots lay in a hospital bed inside the room, staring blankly at the wall.
Even that aged face could not conceal the unparalleled grace of her youth. She must have been a stunningly beautiful woman when she was young.
"Great-Grandma..." A forty-five-year-old middle-aged man at her side called