Siheyuan: At the beginning, I can integrate everything!

"Nano-targeted anticancer agent".

Zhang Huaimin silently recited this term, which could be considered science fiction even in the 21st century.

In the 1960s, when even penicillin was considered a precious drug.

A targeted drug that can accurately identify and kill cancer cells without harming normal tissues.

That was absolutely a "miracle pill" that transcended its time.

Just as they were figuring out how to use the medicine discreetly, there was a rapid knocking on the door of the east wing.

"Huaimin! Huaimin, are you there?"

The voice was rough, yet carried a rare tremor.

Chen Bing suddenly pushed the door open, before he could even report.

Commander Lin Zhentian, radiating a chilling aura, rushed in like a whirlwind.

This is a military leader who usually remains calm even when Mount Tai collapses before him.

His eyes were red-rimmed, and tears were welling up in his tiger-like eyes.

"Grandpa Lin, what's wrong?"

Zhang Huaimin quickly jumped down from the worktable, pretending to be concerned.

Lin Zhentian pulled Zhang Huaimin into his arms, his rough hands trembling slightly.

"Huaimin, Grandpa is in trouble, and I have no choice but to ask you for help!"

Lin Zhentian's voice choked with emotion; this dignified leader had actually teared up in front of a five-year-old child.

"My old comrade-in-arms from the Korean War, Senior Commander Yan, the sharpest company commander under my command..."

"He...he has late-stage lung cancer, and the cancer cells have spread throughout his body."

Lin Zhentian closed his eyes in pain, and two streams of tears rolled down his cheeks.

"We've seen the best doctors at the military general hospital, and they said... they said he wouldn't last more than three days."

"Huaimin, you managed to pull the big boss back from the brink of death last time."

"You must have a way, right? As long as you can save Lao Yan, I, Lin Zhentian, will do anything for you!"

I heard it was late-stage lung cancer.

Chen Bing silently lowered his head beside him. At that time, this disease was incurable, and even a miracle couldn't save him.

Zhang Huaimin secretly praised to himself: This opportunity couldn't have come at the right time.

"Grandpa Lin, don't worry, take me to see Grandpa Yan."

Zhang Huaimin patted Lin Zhentian's broad shoulder, his voice clear yet carrying an inexplicable sense of reassurance.

Half an hour later, at the General Hospital of the Military Region, in the special care ward.

The corridor was filled with the pungent smell of Lysol, and the atmosphere was so oppressive that it was hard to breathe.

Hospital bed.

The military region bigwig known as "Old Yan" was now emaciated, his face ashen like a sheet of gold paper.

He was wearing an oxygen mask and his breathing was extremely weak.

With each inhale, a hissing sound, like a bellows being torn apart, came from his chest.

The attending physician next to him held the medical record book and shook his head helplessly at Lin Zhentian.

"Sir, Commander Yan's condition... is beyond saving. Prepare for his passing."

"fart!"

Lin Zhentian roared, his eyes bloodshot.

"My brother survived a pile of corpses back then, how could he be taken away by this tiny illness!"

He turned to look at Zhang Huaimin behind him, as if he had grasped at the last straw.

"Huaimin, please help me!"

The attending physician frowned as he looked at the five-year-old child on whom the leader had placed high hopes.

"Sir, this is late-stage lung cancer; the cancer cells have already taken over the entire lung lobe!"

"You sent a child...isn't that ridiculous!"

Zhang Huaimin ignored the doctor's questions.

He walked to the bedside, stretched out his fair little hand, and placed it on Old Yan's thin wrist.

Using the action of taking a pulse.

He quickly issued the instructions in his mind.

"System, integrate the 'God-level Nano-targeted Anti-cancer Cell Active Agent'!"

[Ding! Fusion begins...]

Zhang Huaimin reached into his pocket and pretended to rummage around for a bit.

In reality, he is in the system space.

The powerful targeted drug solution was perfectly integrated into a bright red hawthorn pill that is usually eaten as a snack.

"Grandpa Lin, give this to Grandpa Yan."

Zhang Huaimin took out the ordinary-looking hawthorn pill and handed it to Lin Zhentian.

"That's it? Just one hawthorn pill?"

The attending physician's eyes widened, and he almost laughed out of anger.

"Sir! Commander Yan can't even swallow water right now. This thing stuck in his throat could be fatal!"

"If something goes wrong, who will take responsibility—you or me?"

Lin Zhentian did not hesitate.

He shoved the doctor who was in his way.

"If anything goes wrong, I, Lao Lin, will take the blame!"

He carefully pried open Lao Yan's mouth and stuffed the hawthorn pill inside.

These hawthorn pills melt in your mouth.

It transformed into a cool and sweet medicinal liquid, flowing directly into Old Yan's parched throat and into his stomach.

Time passed, second by second.

The ward was so quiet that the only sound was the ticking of the clock on the wall.

One minute.

Two minutes.

The attending physician watched coldly, preparing to mock this feudal superstition.

suddenly!

Old Yan, lying on the hospital bed, suddenly opened his eyes.

A terrifying glint suddenly burst forth in his previously dull eyes.

Followed by.

Old Yan ripped off the oxygen mask from his face.

He sat bolt upright in bed like a zombie!

"Cough! Cough cough cough!"

A violent, heart-wrenching cough erupted in the ward.

Old Yan clutched his chest, his body hunched over like a shrimp.

"Wow!"

Accompanied by a loud, harsh retching sound.

A large mouthful of thick, black, rotten blood that reeked of a disgusting stench.

It came out of Lao Yan's mouth and landed in the enamel basin on the ground!

"Commander Yan!"

The attending physician was terrified, thinking this was a sign of a final burst of energy before death, followed by vomiting blood and dying.

however.

After spitting out this mouthful of black blood.

Instead of collapsing, Lao Yan took a long, deep breath.

The sound was no longer as hissing and sluggish as before.

It runs incredibly smoothly!

"call--!"

Old Yan wiped the black blood from the corner of his mouth, and his originally ashen face visibly regained its color.

He glanced at the poisoned blood on the ground, then at his hands, which were no longer trembling.

"What... what's wrong with me?"

Although Lao Yan's voice was still a little hoarse, it was full of energy, showing no sign of the weakness of a dying person!

"Old Yan! How are you feeling?" Lin Zhentian rushed over excitedly, his voice trembling.

I feel...

Old Yan suddenly yanked the blanket off.

Under the horrified gaze of the attending physician, as if he had seen a ghost.

This is a high-ranking military officer who was given a death sentence ten minutes ago and is suffering from late-stage lung cancer.

He actually landed on both feet and stood steadily on the hospital room floor!

He moved his arms and felt the suffocating feeling that had been stuck in his chest for years completely dissipate.

Instead, a continuous stream of vitality and power has emerged.

"Old Lin! I feel like I could go downstairs and kill a tiger right now!"

Old Yan's eyes lit up with excitement.

He actually did it in front of everyone, in the small open space of the ward.

He performed a set of military boxing moves with great vigor and power!

"Hoo! Ha!"

His punches were fierce, and his footwork was steady.

This doesn't look like a late-stage lung cancer patient at all! This guy is more vigorous than a twenty-year-old!

"This is impossible! This is absolutely impossible!"

The attending physician looked at Lao Yan, who was practicing boxing, and his legs went weak, causing him to collapse to the ground.

He held the medical record that showed "cancer cells have spread throughout the body".

I'm starting to doubt if I'm blind.

An ordinary hawthorn pill.

Curing late-stage lung cancer in two minutes?!

This is no longer a medical miracle; it's like a deity descending to earth, and the King of Hell altering the Book of Life and Death!

"drop--!"

The vital signs monitor next to it emitted a crisp beep.

The data above.

Heart rate, blood pressure, and blood oxygen saturation.

All of them are perfectly normal and in excellent health!

"A miracle doctor...this is a true miracle doctor!"

The attending physician pointed at Zhang Huaimin with a trembling finger, his eyes reddening.

He has practiced medicine for thirty years, and today he is completely convinced, utterly convinced!

After finishing a set of punches, Lao Yan was slightly out of breath.

But he was in excellent spirits, and seemed to have become ten years younger.

He turned his head and looked at Zhang Huaimin, who was being pulled along by Lin Zhentian.

He knew, of course, that it was this five-and-a-half-year-old child who had pulled him back from the brink of death with a "miracle pill".

"thump!"

This is a tough soldier who sheds blood but not tears on the battlefield and never bends down in the face of bullets.

Without hesitation, he knelt down on one knee in front of Zhang Huaimin!

"Little fairy!"

Old Yan held Zhang Huaimin's hand tightly, his eyes filled with tears, his voice choked with emotion.

"I will never forget your immense kindness!"

"From now on, with just a word from the little immortal, I, Old Yan, will brave mountains of knives and seas of fire without batting an eye!"

Lin Zhentian was also excitedly laughing, but tears kept flowing down his face.

"My good grandson! You are truly my pride! You are a national treasure of China!"

This scene.

If those arrogant Western medical experts outside saw this...

They could probably gouge out their eyeballs and use them as bubbles to stomp on.

Zhang Huaimin cured not only a high-ranking military official.

It has even conquered the peak of insurmountable incurable diseases in the history of human medicine!

At this moment, the halo of the national treasure doctor was pushed to an unparalleled peak!

At this time.

The Hongxing Courtyard is located more than ten kilometers away.

Sunlight streamed into the front yard.

Yan Bugui was lurking furtively outside Zhang Huaimin's tightly closed east wing room.

He would occasionally tiptoe and peek into the yard, his beady eyes peeking out from behind his gold-rimmed glasses.

It gleamed with barely suppressed scheming and cunning.

"I heard the district is going to select 'Outstanding Model Teachers' next month..."

Yan Bugui swallowed hard, secretly plotting his shameless scheme.