I, the Five-Clawed Golden Dragon, am being kept by the state.

The moment the warm current erupted within Sun Zheng's body, he curled up like a shrimp.

It's not pain.

It's itchy.

The itch seeped from the bone marrow, as if countless ants were crawling in the blood vessels and biting the nerve endings.

Sun Zheng gripped the bed sheet tightly with his fingers, his nails digging into the fabric.

Dr. Zhou suddenly stood up, rushed to the bedside, and pressed his fingers on Sun Zheng's carotid artery.

The pulse was erratic, but strong.

That's not right.

The pulse of a late-stage cancer patient should be weak and feeble, but Sun Zheng's pulse was as strong as that of a twenty-year-old young man.

"Dr. Zhou...I..."

Sun Zheng's voice was forced out through clenched teeth, his forehead covered in cold sweat, "I'm fine...it's just itchy...it's so itchy..."

Dr. Zhou glanced at the monitor.

My heart rate jumped from 60 beats per minute to 120.

My blood pressure rose from 90 to 130.

Blood oxygen saturation jumped from 85 to 98.

All the data were fluctuating wildly, but strangely, none of them exceeded the danger line.

It was as if Sun Zheng's body was undergoing a violent reboot.

"Get your adrenaline ready!"

"etc."

Sun Zheng suddenly reached out and grabbed Dr. Zhou's sleeve, his voice weak but clear, "No... I can hold on..."

Dr. Zhou stared into his eyes.

There was no pain in those eyes, only an almost ecstatic anticipation.

Are you sure?

"Sure."

Sun Zheng gritted his teeth, but a smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. "I feel... my body is getting better..."

Dr. Zhou was silent for three seconds, then waved for the nurse to leave.

He sat down by the bed, his fingers always on Sun Zheng's pulse, his eyes fixed on the monitor.

Time passed second by second.

Sun Zheng's body went from trembling violently to gradually calming down, and then to completely relaxing.

Three hours later.

Sun Zheng opened his eyes.

The lights in the ward were glaring, but he didn't squint; instead, he found the light exceptionally soft.

He moved his fingers.

He has strength.

He wiggled his toes.

They also have strength.

He took a deep breath.

There was a long-lost feeling of fullness in my chest.

"Dr. Zhou."

Sun Zheng's voice was no longer hoarse. Although it was still a little weak, it was firm enough to be heard. "I want to sit up."

Dr. Zhou was taken aback.

He instinctively wanted to say "Don't move," but he swallowed the words back.

Because Sun Zheng had already sat up on his own.

Without anyone helping her or using the bed rocker arm, she sat up very easily.

Dr. Zhou's Adam's apple bobbed slightly.

He had seen too many late-stage cancer patients who needed nurses' help even to turn over, let alone sit up.

But Sun Zheng's current condition doesn't resemble that of a patient who has been lying in bed for three months at all.

"I……"

Sun Zheng looked down at his hands, his fingers clenching in the air. "I think... I'm really healed?"

Dr. Zhou didn't say anything, but turned around, walked to the door, and shouted into the corridor.

"Get a full range of tests ready! CT scan, MRI, complete blood count, and full biochemistry panel—arrange them all!"

Half an hour later, Sun Zheng was wheeled into the CT room.

The doctor told him to lie flat, take a deep breath, and hold it.

The machine starts up, emitting a low hum.

Dr. Zhou stood in the operating room, staring at the lung slices that were gradually forming on the screen.

The first one.

Clean.

the second one.

It's still clean.

The third one, the fourth one, the fifth one...

Dr. Zhou's fingers stopped on the keyboard.

He took off his glasses, rubbed his eyes vigorously, then put them back on and looked at them again.

It's still clean.

The cancerous lesions in the lungs have all disappeared.

Instead, there was a healthy lung tissue, with clear texture and normal blood vessel distribution, as if it had never been sick.

"That's impossible."

Dr. Zhou muttered to himself.

He had practiced medicine for thirty years and had witnessed countless miracles, but he had never seen a miracle like this before.

In advanced lung cancer, cancer cells have spread to the lymph nodes and bones. In this case, even the most advanced targeted drugs can only slow down the progression of the disease, not reverse it.

Not to mention a complete cure within three hours.

"Director Zhou."

The technician next to me cautiously asked, "Should we take another picture? Could there be something wrong with the machine?"

Dr. Zhou shook his head.

"It's not a problem with the machine."

He walked out of the control room and looked at Sun Zheng lying on the CT bed.

Sun Zheng was also looking at him, his eyes shining.

"Dr. Zhou, I'm really all better, right?"

Dr. Zhou opened his mouth, but in the end only uttered one word.

"right."

......

It was 11 p.m. that night.

Chen Dong's satellite phone rang.

"Director Chen, Academician Sun's test results are in."

Dr. Zhou's voice was calm, but beneath that calm lay an indescribable shock: "His cancer cells have all disappeared, all his indicators have returned to normal, and he is even better than a normal person."

Chen Dong tightened his grip on the phone slightly.

"Sure?"

"Sure."

Dr. Zhou paused for a moment, then said, "I had expert teams from three hospitals review the images, and their conclusions were consistent."

"This is a medical miracle."

Chen Dong remained silent for a few seconds.

"Dr. Zhou, keep this matter confidential for now, and don't disclose any information to the outside world."

"clear."

After hanging up the phone, Chen Dong looked at Li Changgeng sitting opposite him.

"Lord Dragon Lord's pills are truly effective."

Wang Yijun's eyes lit up.

"So, what's next..."

"Expand the experiment."

Chen Dong stated firmly, "We will select eight terminally ill patients from major hospitals across the country, covering a wide range of diseases—leukemia, liver cancer, uremia, ALS..."

He paused, his voice low.

"These eight people are the final hurdle for us to verify the efficacy of the elixir. If they can all be cured, then this medicine will be more than just medicine."

Li Changgeng understood what he meant.

The Dragon Kingdom will possess a miraculous drug that will revolutionize the global healthcare system.

"I'll arrange it."

Li Changgeng stood up, and as he walked to the door, he suddenly turned back. "Secretary Han, if this drug can really be mass-produced, what about those international powers..."

"It'll drive you crazy."

Chen Dong's eyes were cold. "So we must make all the necessary preparations before we officially announce it to the public."

......

three days later.

Eight terminally ill patients from different provinces and hospitals were secretly transferred to a special ward at a cancer hospital in Beijing.

This ward is not open to the public under normal circumstances, and its security level is comparable to that of a military restricted area.

Armed police officers with live ammunition stood at the door of each ward, and the corridors were densely packed with surveillance cameras.

Sun Zheng stood at the end of the corridor, watching the eight patients being wheeled into the ward.

There were elderly people with white hair, young people in their early twenties, and a child who looked to be only a teenager.

Their eyes all looked the same—numb, desperate, and resigned to death.

Sun Zheng understood that look in his eyes.

Because just three days ago, he saw the world the same way.

"Academician Sun."

Dr. Zhou walked over, holding eight small porcelain bottles in his hand. "Ready to begin."

Sun Zheng nodded.

He followed Dr. Zhou into the first ward.

Lying on the hospital bed was a middle-aged man in his forties, with a sallow complexion and an abdomen swollen as if he were pregnant.

Late-stage liver cancer with severe ascites.

"Old Zhang."

Dr. Zhou sat down by the bedside, his voice gentle, "This is a new drug, it might make you feel a little uncomfortable, but you have to hang in there."

The middle-aged man gave a weak smile.

"Dr. Zhou, given my current condition, how much more uncomfortable could I possibly be?"

Dr. Zhou didn't reply, but opened the porcelain bottle and held it to his lips.

The middle-aged man tilted his head back and drank it all in one gulp.

Ten seconds later.

His body began to tremble violently.