American Medicine God: Starting by Inheriting a Pharmaceutical Company and Selling Medicine

"Welcome to New Age Watch. I'm your old friend, Barry Hines."

Live from the Patriot Television Network—now renamed GVN (Global Vision News Network) flagship program, Barry, dressed in an extremely fitted dark blue suit, stands against a dazzling virtual backdrop. His tone is uplifting, each emphasis striking a chord with the audience.

Following the script, the lighting technician dimmed the main light, leaving only a spotlight on Barry's face to create a sense of intimacy, like a "late-night heart-to-heart talk".

"Our hotline has been ringing off the hook in the past hour. Everyone is asking the same question: Why am I always so anxious? Why do I feel like my brain is shrinking even though I'm working my butt off? Why do I wake up in the middle of the night with my heart pounding and feel like I'm being left behind by this era?"

A series of striking images appeared on the screen: a crowded subway during the morning rush hour, office buildings lit up with stark white lights late at night, anxious parents waiting outside the exam hall, parents with tired faces, and a bright red MRI scan of the brain, with the red areas looking like they were on fire.

“This isn’t your fault, my dear friends,” Barry said in a low voice, his tone filled with sympathy, a single tear glistening in his eye. “It’s a disease of our time. Scientists call it ‘cortisol poisoning.’ In this high-pressure, competitive society, our brains are being eroded by excessive stress hormones. This is the culprit behind insomnia, irritability, memory loss, and even early-onset Alzheimer’s disease.”

Victor Corleone sat in front of the monitor backstage, a glass of ice water in his hand, quietly watching the ratings curve rise steadily, breaking historical records.

"This is the seed we're planting," Victor said to the doctor beside him. "Fear is the best catalyst. Only when they realize their brains are 'rotting' will they crave our salvation. We're not selling medicine, we're selling 'freedom from elimination.'"

The doctor adjusted his glasses, his expression complex: "Mr. Corleone, while this claim has some medical basis, isn't it a bit too hasty to equate it with a 'disease of the times'? Cortisol is a normal physiological hormone..."

"Doctor, the public doesn't need rigorous academic papers; they need a nightmare they can understand," Victor interrupted him. "Now, it's your turn to provide them with the 'antidote.' Remember, don't use too much jargon; use metaphors. Compare the brain to an 'overheated engine,' and our medicine to a 'coolant.'"

A few minutes later, the doctor appeared on camera as a special guest. He adjusted his posture and, in a refined, authoritative tone with a hint of compassion, began to introduce Walter's latest research findings—the "Nirvana" neural repair system.

"This is not just a drug; it's a 'cognitive upgrade.'" The doctor pointed to the simulated neuronal repair process on the screen—the withered synapses were revitalized under the influence of the blue drug, connecting into a dazzling network.

"By precisely regulating neurotransmitter levels, we can not only alleviate anxiety but also repair neural networks damaged by long-term stress. We call it the 'Tranquil Haven Project.' It's like putting a bulletproof vest on your brain, allowing you to calmly cope with the world's challenges."

The camera cut back to Barry, who wore a relieved smile and clasped his hands together: "Did you hear that? This is the sound of hope. Vought International isn't just selling drugs; they're preserving the last oasis of reason for human civilization."

Meanwhile, at the "Troll Factory" in New Jersey, thousands of forum accounts controlled by Barry began operating wildly.

Instead of using stilted GG terms, they shared "real stories":

Account A (verified as a senior Wall Street analyst): "Since using 'Nirvana,' I've finally been able to stay calm under the pressure of high-frequency trading. It's practically a legal 'NZT-48.'"

Account B (verified as an Ivy League parent): "Thanks to Walter, my son has finally overcome his pre-exam anxiety and improved his SAT mock test score by 200 points. This is not just medicine; it's insurance for my child's future."

This is a classic example of the "theater effect." When people in the front row stand up to get a better view, people in the back rows are forced to stand up as well. Faced with the fear of falling down the social ladder, anything that offers a "competitive advantage" or "psychological comfort" will be snapped up.

"Boss, the order volume has already crashed the server three times." Saul Goodman strode into the back office, his face beaming with joy. "Not only pharmacies, but HR departments from major private schools and multinational corporations are contacting us, hoping to include 'Nirvana' in their employee benefit programs. They're even willing to pay a premium to purchase it!"

Victor looked at the screen, not overly excited: "This is just the beginning. Saul, what we need to push is not just sales, but 'normalization.' We need to make taking 'Nirvana' as natural as drinking coffee in the morning, as standard of living as brushing your teeth. If you don't take it, you're the one who 'doesn't cherish their brain' and falls behind."

"But what about the regulatory authorities..." Saul hesitated for a moment, "There's always been a lot of ethical controversy surrounding 'cognitive enhancement drugs.' Some people say they're 'brain stimulants,' which is unfair competition."

"So we need to pass the buck to the public." Victor stood up, straightened his collar, and walked to the mirror to adjust his tie. "Barry, I've already thought of the topic for the next issue—'Who Has the Right to Take Away Your Right to Be Smarter?' We'll portray regulatory agencies as bureaucrats hindering human evolution, and opponents as mediocre people who are jealous of genius."

"We want everyone to feel that if they don't buy themselves a 'rebirth', they are ruining their future."

Victor walked out of the hall and stood on the terrace.

"Fear creates demand, while hope reaps profits."

"Cheers, to the new era!"