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

At this moment, everyone watching this scene on the screen was filled with excitement.

The camera quickly switched to showcase more cases.

An elderly man, who had been reduced to skin and bones by cancer cells, regained his youth almost instantly after receiving an injection. Although no examination has been conducted yet, his healthy appearance is undeniable.

A child suffering from a rare blood disease, whose entire body was swollen and purple, was injected with medication amidst his mother's desperate cries. A few seconds later, the purple color faded, the swelling subsided, and he opened his clear, bright eyes.

The video ends with a scene of the healed patient embracing and weeping with their family.

Joy, gratitude, rebirth.

These purest emotions possess the most powerful force.

The videos keep coming, and the comment section is completely flooded with them.

"Seriously? These special effects are way too exaggerated. Do they think we're all idiots?"

"This video is definitely made with AI! They'll make up anything for clicks. Do media outlets have any moral compass left?"

But such doubts were quickly drowned out by a tsunami of positive comments.

"It's true! That's my dad! The third one in the video is my dad! My dad is really better! He just called me! Waaaaah... Thank you, Dr. Zhan! Thank you, Dr. Chi! Thank you, officials!"

"I'd give anything for a single dose of medicine! My son is only five years old, he has leukemia! Please, please! Save him!"

"This is a miracle! This is a true miracle! The Dragon Kingdom is destined to prosper!"

"I don't care if it's true or not, I'm forwarding it first! Just in case! Just in case it can save someone!"

In the comments section, someone tried to stir up trouble, but was instantly drowned out by countless other comments.

Countless comments flooded the internet like a surging tide.

Every word carries a burning warmth.

Every punctuation mark contains the most sincere emotions.

Not for others, but for myself.

......

Inside the meeting room.

The four elderly men sitting in the main seats exchanged glances.

Their cloudy yet deep eyes reflected each other's figures, which eventually turned into a knowing smile.

Everything is understood without words.

Most of the people around the conference table had an irrepressible look of joy on their faces, as if they could already see the infinite possibilities for the future of the Dragon Kingdom.

But a few people had expressions full of doubt on their faces.

For example, Lao Liu.

His brows furrowed, he leaned forward, and his voice carried a barely suppressed urgency.

"Chi Zhengyang is making such a big fuss, is he lying?"

"If these are false rumors, the backlash from this surge in online traffic is no joke; it could even cost him his life!"

The plump old man beside him didn't even lift his eyelids, but simply used the lid of his cup to gently skim the foam off the tea.

"Chi Zhengyang doesn't lie."

His voice was soft, yet carried an undeniable certainty.

Old Liu was a little agitated, and his voice rose several decibels.

"You can't say that. He's leaving himself no way out. How high can public opinion push him now? But if the truth turns out, how badly will he fall!"

The fat old man finally raised his head and glanced at him.

"I believe in Chi Zhengyang."

Old Liu was quite annoyed by his stubborn attitude.

"I mean, what if! Do you understand? What if! There are countless diseases in this world; the term 'panacea' is far too absolute!"

The plump old man brought the teacup to his lips, blew on it to cool it down, and continued his movements unhurriedly.

"If Chi Zhengyang dares to say that, it must be true."

"Fuck you! No, are you sick in the head? Or are you the one who's sick?!"

Old Liu suddenly stood up from his chair, his chest heaving violently.

He pointed at the fat old man, his lips trembling for a long time, but he couldn't utter a single word.

"Forget it, I have nothing to say to someone like you!"

In the end, he could only angrily utter a sentence, slump back into his chair, turn his head away, and continue to sulk.

Oh no, I've been infiltrated by Chi Zhengyang's die-hard fans.

......

Almost simultaneously, the official website, the homepages of major mainstream media websites, and the top positions on all social media platforms were all covered by a brand new announcement.

[Announcement of the First Batch of Distribution of the Universal Remedy]

The announcement was concise and clear.

The first batch of 2000 doses of the universal drug will be distributed in a completely open, transparent, and fair manner.

The funds were distributed to 2000 patients nationwide who were in the most critical condition and in the greatest need.

The selection of the list was jointly completed by the national top medical expert group, notary office personnel, and representatives of social supervision.

The entire process was broadcast live, allowing everyone to monitor it.

At that moment, all the noise, doubts, and debates on the internet seemed to freeze for a moment.

What followed was an even more terrifying eruption!

"They're here! They're really here!"

"2000 units! It may be few, but it's hope! It's hope that we can see and touch!"

"The first batch has already appeared, so how far behind can the second batch be?"

"Live broadcast throughout! Open and transparent! This is true national responsibility! I'm so moved, I could cry!"

"Becoming a citizen of the Dragon Kingdom is the greatest project in my boring life."

"They deserve to be enshrined in the Imperial Ancestral Temple! They deserve to be enshrined in the Imperial Ancestral Temple!"

"Give me a virtual clap—666!"

Countless people flooded into the officially designated live stream room.

The video features no sentimental music or glamorous hosts.

There was only one huge electronic screen, on which names scrolled densely, followed by diagnostic certificates.

Behind every name is a soul struggling on the brink of death, a family on the verge of collapse.

A review team composed of the country's top medical experts is sitting in front of the screen, conducting a final review of each medical record.

Their expressions were extremely serious.

Because they know that every stroke of their pen determines a person's life or death.

"Case A0734, acute lymphoblastic leukemia, three failed bone marrow transplants, severe rejection reaction, meets the criteria for critical illness, approved."

"Patient B1102, late-stage liver cancer, failed surgical treatment, estimated survival time less than three days, meets the criteria for critical illness, approved."

"C0089, severe burns, 95% of body surface area is third-degree burns, rapid multiple organ failure, meets the criteria for critical illness, approved."

The list was confirmed one by one under the watchful eyes of the world.

No one questioned it, and no one dared to question it.

Because every medical record clearly shows the utter despair a life had reached.

Once the 2000th name was finalized, the next step was to deliver vials of medicine to those who needed them.

In the live stream, the chat disappeared for a full three seconds.

Then, "thank you" soaked in tears filled the entire screen.

Families who secured a spot erupted in thunderous cheers and tears.

Those who didn't get a spot, though disappointed, didn't hurl insults or accusations.

"My son is number 2025...just a little short...but I see hope! Please, next batch, please let him be included in the next batch!"

"It's okay, let's give the opportunity to those who need it more first. I can hold on a little longer! Thank you, officials!"

Hope, once ignited, will not be easily extinguished.

Those comments that previously clamored about "special effects" and "scams" have now been dug up by countless people and hung on the pillar of shame.

"@Special Effects Master, come out for a walk anytime? My dad is the old man with cancer in the video. He's right next to me right now, and he asked me to ask you, does your face hurt?"

"@AI Verifier, I am the ALS patient. I just typed this out for you with my own hands. Now, do you need me to record a video to prove I'm not AI?"

"I apologize for my previous ignorance! I'm sorry!"

"Sorry +1!"