Reborn in 1950: Shorting the Federal Reserve at the Start

The ward was deathly silent.

Everyone held their breath, staring intently at the electrocardiogram monitor that seemed poised to deliver a fatal blow at any moment. The air was heavy and oppressive, like a sponge soaked with water, making it difficult to even breathe.

Sudden.

"drop--"

A crisp electronic sound pierced the suffocating air.

Immediately afterwards, the wildly fluctuating waveform on the screen, which had almost stretched into a straight line, miraculously stabilized. The subtle fluctuations began to become regular, eventually transforming into a strong and powerful heartbeat curve!

"This...how is this possible?!"

Director Zhang's eyes were practically glued to the screen. With trembling hands, he picked up the stethoscope and pressed it against Lin Qinghan's chest.

That heartbeat, which was originally so faint that it was almost inaudible, was now making a strong "thump-thump" sound, even stronger than that of a young man!

Even more chilling scenes followed.

Lin Qinghan's face, which had been deathly pale, regained its rosy hue at a speed visible to the naked eye. Her skin, which had been withered by illness, was now radiating an astonishing vitality.

"Chief! The cancer cells... the cancer cells are disappearing!"

The nurse next to her, who was staring at the real-time blood analyzer, was so excited that she burst into tears.

"Those golden particles are devouring cancer cells! They're repairing damaged organs! My God, this is a miracle! This is a true medical miracle!"

Shen Jinghong ignored the gasps of surprise around her.

He gripped Lin Qinghan's hand tightly, feeling the long-lost warmth finally returning to her previously icy fingertips.

Her eyelashes trembled slightly.

Lin Qinghan slowly opened her eyes.

In those clear, cool eyes, the torment of illness was gone, replaced only by the same tenderness as always. She looked at the man before her, his hair completely white and his eyes red, and tenderly raised her hand to touch his cheek.

"Jinghong, your hair... is really ugly."

Hearing this familiar teasing remark, Shen Jinghong's heart, which had been hanging in her throat, finally settled back into her stomach.

"So what if you look ugly? As long as you're alive, I'll shave my head!"

This ruthless bureau chief, who commands international influence and is known for his decisive and ruthless approach, now resembled a child who had suffered a great injustice. He buried his face in his wife's hands, weeping with joy.

Hot tears streamed down her face, splashing onto the pristine white sheets.

He won.

He actually used the power of technology to snatch his woman back from the Book of Life and Death!

"Director Zhang, arrange a comprehensive inspection immediately!"

Shen Jinghong suddenly stood up and wiped away his tears. He once again exuded that arrogant aura that looked down on the world, as if the vulnerable man from before had never existed.

Half an hour later.

Holding the medical report that showed "zero survival rate of cancer cells in the body," all the experts in the Shennong Laboratory knelt on the ground and wailed.

We've cracked it!

The most terrifying incurable disease in human history has been completely crushed under their feet by the Shenzhou Bureau!

"Chen Weiguo!" Shen Jinghong turned around, her eyes sharp as knives.

"Here!" Chen Weiguo's voice was hoarse with excitement, and his dark red face was filled with ecstasy.

"Immediately mobilize all production lines at the China National Space Administration! Get these 'targeted gene-editing nanorobots' into full-scale mass production!"

Shen Jinghong waved his hand, his voice carrying a powerful sense of purpose and a desire to benefit all living beings:

"Notify Xinhua News Agency to issue a press release to the world!"

"Take our China, for example, and we've officially announced: Cancer has been completely conquered!"

"From today onwards, the Chinese people will no longer have to suffer the humiliation of this terminal illness! As long as he has a breath left, I can pull him back from the brink of death!"

The news was like a nuclear bomb with a magnitude of several billion tons, causing an uproar in the global village.

If the Dongfeng missiles and nuclear fusion previously only instilled fear in Western politicians, then this "cancer cure" has completely shattered the psychological defenses of all humanity!

Especially those Western capitalists and politicians.

In a top-tier private hospital in Manhattan, New York.

A Wall Street tycoon, worth hundreds of billions and lying in a hospital bed awaiting death, watched the news on TV and excitedly pulled out the IV tube from the back of his hand. Blood splattered onto the expensive silk sheets, but he was completely unaware.

"Go to China! Prepare a private jet for me to go to Beijing immediately!"

The crocodile gripped the private doctor's collar tightly, roaring madly:

"I'll offer a billion! No, I'll give them half of my shares! I'll do anything for just one injection of that golden potion!"

Inside the castle of an ancient family in Europe.

The Duke, suffering from late-stage bone cancer, dialed the Foreign Minister's number with trembling hands.

"Contact the Chinese Embassy immediately! Tell them that if they can get me one dose of this miracle drug, my family is willing to transfer our three gold mines in Africa to the China National Petroleum Corporation free of charge!"

What does money matter?

Faced with death, those green pieces of paper with Franklin's image on them, those gold bars piled up in the vault, are too hard to even wipe your butt with!

As long as they could live, these usually arrogant Western dignitaries would be eager to kowtow to the Chinese and call them ancestors on the spot!

In just three days.

The runway at Beijing Capital International Airport was nearly crushed by private jets from various countries.

Outside the gates of the Shenzhou Bureau, there was a large crowd of blond-haired, blue-eyed Western envoys, representatives of financial magnates, and even a few members of Middle Eastern royal families.

They waved blank checks, mineral transfer agreements, and even licenses for core technologies. Like a pack of starving wild dogs, they stared longingly at the tightly closed door in the cold wind.

In the director's office.

Shen Jinghong leaned back in her leather seat, holding an enamel teacup in her hand, and slowly sipped her tea.

The red secure phone on the table has been bombarded with calls from the White House.

"Bring him in," Shen Jinghong sneered and pressed the speakerphone button.

On the other end of the phone came the voice of the US president, a voice so humble it was almost choked with sobs:

"Director Shen! Please! My prostate cancer has metastasized to my bones, and the doctor says I won't live more than three months!"

"If you're willing to sell me one dose of this miracle drug, the United States of America is willing to unconditionally support China in any international matter! I personally am willing to donate all my overseas assets to the Shenzhou Bureau!"

"Please have mercy and save me!"

Listening to the lamentations of the president of this superpower, Chen Weiguo, standing to the side, grinned from ear to ear, feeling extremely pleased.

Weren't you guys pretty arrogant before? Weren't you always sanctioning this and that?

Why are you crawling on the ground begging for mercy like a dog now?

Shen Jinghong put down her teacup and tapped her fingers lightly on the table, making a "tap-tap" sound.

He looked out the window at the Western dignitaries shivering in the cold wind, a dangerous glint of mockery flashing in his eyes.

"Mr. President, do you want to live?"

Shen Jinghong's voice wasn't loud, but it carried an absolute domineering air of someone who thought he had the entire Western world under his feet.

"Can."

The US president on the other end of the phone was so excited he almost fainted: "Thank you! Thank you, Director Shen! How much money do you need? I'll arrange the transfer immediately!"

"I don't want your money."

Shen Jinghong snorted coldly, interrupting him without any mercy.

He stood up, walked to the French windows, looked down at those once arrogant foreigners, and slowly and deliberately uttered the condition that would cause the entire Western world to collapse.

"If you want to buy our Chinese medicine, you have to follow our rules."

"Tell those guys outside, you want to live? Fine."

Shen Jinghong's lips curled into an extremely arrogant sneer:

"Kneel down first and memorize the 'Hanyu Pinyin' (phonetic alphabet)!"