The end of the world is approaching, I'm handing myself over to the country.

Just then, the news page refreshed again.

An exclusive interview video about Mr. Zhan Wenyao was posted online.

Inside the meeting room, someone immediately projected the video onto the large central screen.

In the video, Mr. Zhan Wenyao is wearing a white coat.

Although he was advanced in years, his eyes were bright and full of indescribable excitement and exhilaration.

He faced the camera, his voice strong and clear.

"Hello fellow countrymen from China, I am Zhan Wenyao."

"The news about the panacea is true, 100% true!"

"Here, I especially want to thank one person. Without his strong support and the core direction he provided, this project could never have achieved such success in such a short time!"

In the video, Zhan Wenyao's face revealed heartfelt gratitude and respect.

"That is, Elder Chi, Chi Zhengyang."

The words fell.

There was dead silence in the conference room.

Just moments ago, Lao Liu was complaining, but now his mouth was agape, wide enough to fit an egg, and his expression was priceless.

The plump old man beside him slowly put down his teacup, a "just as I thought" smile on his face.

On the screen, Zhan Wenyao's voice continued.

"The first batch of two thousand doses of the finished medicine has been produced and will be distributed free of charge to patients who need it most!"

"We will immediately ramp up production! And for our citizens, the universal medicine will always be free!"

"Elder Chi's wish is for all the people of the Dragon Kingdom to be free from the torment of illness!"

"Of course, that's my wish too."

If the previous comments section was like dropping a nuclear bomb.

Then Academician Zhan Wenyao's last statement, "For the Chinese people, the panacea will always be free," was like a nuclear weapon that detonated the entire planet.

"Holy crap! What did I just hear? Free forever?!"

"It's not just those two thousand free; all of them will be free from now on!"

"I cried. I'm a grown man, and I cried like an idiot in the office. My mom is saved! My mom is finally saved!"

"Those who call me a swindler are the ones with ulterior motives. What could they possibly scam me out of? What could they possibly scam me out of? I make a measly three thousand yuan a month, and besides all sorts of serious illnesses, I don't have anything worth having. What do I have that's worth being scammed out of?"

"I have no regrets about being born into the Dragon Kingdom in this life, and I will still be a citizen of the Dragon Kingdom in my next life!"

"I've finally waited for this day. I have a hereditary heart condition, and the doctor said I wouldn't live past 18. All I wanted was to grow up healthy and repay my mother. I've finally waited for this day!"

"The mountains and rivers are safe and sound, the country is prosperous and the people are strong. I think I have seen the legendary golden age."

At the end of the video, Academician Zhan Wenyao bowed deeply.

Then, the scene changes.

The scene shifts to a bright and clean intensive care unit.

The pungent smell of disinfectant almost wafted through the screen.

On the hospital bed lay a man whose body was severely burned on one side, with necrotic skin tissue that was a horribly charred black.

In some extremely severe cases, even exposed bones can be seen.

On the electrocardiogram monitor, the curve representing vital signs was so faint that it was almost stretched into a straight line.

Drip... drip... drip...

The slow, weak heartbeat pounded on everyone's heart.

Seeing this tragic scene, many viewers squinted their eyes, unable to bear watching any longer.

But next second.

A researcher in protective gear carefully injected a vial of blood-red medicine into the man's vein.

Time seemed to slow down at this moment.

Everyone held their breath.

All I saw was...

On that charred and necrotic skin, pink granulation tissue began to sprout at a speed visible to the naked eye.

They wriggled, intertwined, and grew wildly, covering the stark white bones.

No one felt disgusted; they just stared intently at the screen, afraid of missing a single second.

The electrocardiogram monitor, which had almost stopped beating, suddenly emitted a sharp, long beep.

Immediately, the faint curve sprang upwards, pulsating wildly with great force.

Beep! Beep! Beep beep beep beep—!

It only took a dozen seconds.

The man's burned skin has completely healed, and the new skin is smooth as ever, without any visible flaws.

He suddenly sat up in bed, staring blankly at his perfectly intact hands.

Then, to everyone's astonishment, he threw off the covers and landed steadily on the ground.

From a person on the verge of death to regaining health.

It took less than a minute.

It doesn't give the audience any time to breathe.

The video is still playing.

A emaciated young man lay on the bed.

His limbs were curled up at an odd angle.

His muscles were severely atrophied, and his skin clung tightly to his bones, making him look like a skeleton covered with skin.

Only those eyes could still move, but they were murky and clouded, exuding a lifeless, ashen aura.

Beside him, a woman with gray hair was gently wiping his stiff fingers with a damp towel, her movements as delicate as if she were polishing a fragile piece of porcelain.

The caption reads: "Late stage of ALS, total paralysis, relying on a ventilator to stay alive."

In the voice-over, the suppressed sobs of a woman can be heard.

A hand wearing a medical glove enters the frame, pushing a vial of blood-red medicine into the young man's vein.

There were no dazzling light effects, nor any earth-shattering sounds.

Change begins in the smallest details.

The young man's fingers, which had been stiff like withered tree branches, suddenly trembled slightly.

The woman who was wiping stopped abruptly. She looked up abruptly, staring at the hand with disbelief.

Then, the finger bent again, this time with a greater and clearer motion.

The chest, which had collapsed due to muscle atrophy, began to rise and fall again.

At first it was very weak, like a candle flickering in the wind, but in an instant it became steady and powerful.

breathe--!

breathe--!

That was the sound of the lungs filling with air again, the rhythm of life taking over the body once more.

It also touched the hearts of everyone watching from outside the screen.

The young man's cloudy eyes shifted, and his previously unfocused gaze began to sharpen.

He slowly opened his mouth, and a dry, grinding sound came from his throat.

The warning light on the ventilator next to him was still flashing, but he no longer needed it.

He trembled as he raised the hand that should have been forever immobilized, grabbed the breathing mask on his face, and slowly, bit by bit, tore it off.

"mom......"

His voice was hoarse and rough, yet as powerful as thunder.

The towel in the woman's hand fell to the ground with a "thud".

She stood frozen in place, as if her soul had been ripped out.

Only when the young man struggled to sit up did she pounce on him like a madwoman, clinging tightly to the body that had already been sentenced to death.

"Ahhh! My son, you're alive! You're finally alive!"

"Thank you, thank you all!"

The heart-wrenching cries pierced the screen, striking everyone's eardrums.

That wasn't sadness; it was the tremor deep within the soul after surviving a desperate situation.