I accidentally joined a group of charlatans, so I immediately called the police and handed it over t

The spokesperson's nonchalant remark, "Then let's invite a few actors to the stage," completely ignited the sense of superiority among the Western media present.

"Pfft~"

A burst of even more unrestrained laughter erupted in the front row of the press section.

The BBC's chief correspondent, the blond, blue-eyed man, even exaggeratedly spread his hands in front of his camera lens and spoke in a comical tone like a talk show host.

"Oh my God, are they inviting the actors to come on stage and share their last words? This is truly the most innovative and humane press conference format in the world!"

His colleagues around him laughed so hard they were doubled over, and the flashbulbs were pointed wildly at the Chinese spokesperson on the stage who maintained a smile throughout, trying to capture any trace of embarrassment or awkwardness on his face.

However, they captured nothing.

Just then, a huge alloy door on the right side of the venue slid open silently to both sides with a barely audible click of a mechanism.

Swish!

A bright spotlight instantly focused on the doorway.

The noise and laughter in the room came to an abrupt halt at that moment.

Twelve people dressed in identical, spotless white hospital gowns emerged from behind the door, accompanied by several nurses.

They weren't in wheelchairs, weren't being helped, and didn't even have a trace of sickly paleness on their faces.

They walked steadily and with high spirits, each step firm and powerful.

They didn't look like patients; they looked more like athletes who had just finished their morning exercise.

The one leading the group was the elderly man who was practicing Tai Chi in the hospital garden in the video footage.

As soon as he appeared, the previously quiet Chinese reporters' area erupted into an uncontrollable commotion and gasps.

"My God! That...that's Old Lin!"

"Academician Lin Zhenghua! I can't believe my eyes! It really is Academician Lin!"

"How could that be! I saw a report last month saying that Mr. Lin was bedridden due to late-stage leukemia!"

Lin Zhenghua.

This name is a monument in the Chinese scientific community.

He dedicated his life to the country's nuclear submarine program, and as a result, he contracted the most dangerous acute lymphoblastic leukemia due to years of exposure to radiation, and had already been given a death sentence by all the hospitals.

His appearance is more impactful than any pale data or images!

The atmosphere at the scene instantly became subtle.

In the first row of the press section, Professor Hans, the Nobel laureate from Sweden, jumped up from his chair the moment he saw Lin Zhenghua's face.

He stared intently at the old man who was slowly walking onto the stage, his cloudy eyes filled with a look of utter horror as if he had seen a ghost.

As a leading figure in the field of physics, how could he not know this equally world-renowned colleague?

He knew better than anyone else that Lin Zhenghua's physical condition made it impossible for him to be standing here! He should be lying in a sterile ward, his withered body relying on morphine and IV fluids, waiting for the last moment of his life!

The BBC reporter also sensed that something was wrong, but his arrogant mind immediately found a "reasonable" explanation for this absurd scene.

He suddenly stood up, grabbed the microphone, and launched another attack, his voice sharp and piercing.

"Liar! Shameless scam!"

He pointed at Academician Lin Zheng-hua on the stage and roared at the cameras around the world.

"I'm certain this is one of Academician Lin's healthy twin brothers who has never appeared in public before! How could you use such despicable means to deceive the world!"

He looked around the room, adopting the posture of a righteous messenger, and made a request that seemed impossible to refuse.

"I demand! This actor must undergo a live, public, and comprehensive physical examination by a top-tier Western medical team that I personally appoint and maintain absolute neutrality!"

Faced with this infuriating accusation.

The speaker on stage, however, appeared even more composed with a smile.

He didn't refute or even speak; he simply extended his hand gracefully to the BBC reporter, making a "please" gesture.

"We welcome any form of fair and scientific examination."

His voice, transmitted clearly through the microphone, resonated throughout the entire venue.

"In fact, we have long been prepared for this."

As soon as he finished speaking, several blond-haired, blue-eyed foreign doctors who had been waiting on the side of the stage immediately came up.

They were top medical observers urgently drawn from the highest-level medical institutions in Beijing by their respective embassies before the press conference began.

Leading the group was Dr. Klaus, a leading oncology expert from the University Hospital of Bern, Switzerland, whom the BBC reporter had specifically named.

Dr. Klaus and his team walked onto the stage, their faces showing an undisguised contempt.

He first nodded politely to Lin Zhenghua, then began to give instructions in an unquestionable tone.

"Prepare the stethoscope and ECG monitor; draw blood immediately!"

The cameras broadcast live globally faithfully recorded this historic moment.

The on-site inspection has begun.

Dr. Klaus took matters into his own hands, placing his cold stethoscope against Lin Zhenghua's chest and listening intently.

Strong, powerful, and rhythmic.

His brow twitched slightly.

Next, the electrocardiogram data was projected onto a large screen, and the perfect sinus rhythm curve left no room for error for any cardiologist.

Blood samples were drawn, and the portable analyzer on site started working at high speed. A few minutes later, a simplified blood routine report appeared on Dr. Klaus's tablet.

Hemoglobin, white blood cells, platelets...

All the values ​​are within a healthy, or even excellent, range.

Dr. Klaus's expression gradually shifted from confidence and disdain to seriousness.

"Bring the ultrasonic instrument up," he said in a deep voice.

A portable, high-resolution ultrasonic instrument was brought up.

This is the final judgment.

While blood indicators may be temporarily improved through certain unknown means, the irreversible damage to internal organs caused by years of chemotherapy and cancer cell invasion is absolutely impossible to fake.

Dr. Klaus personally picked up the probe, applied the cool coupling gel, and aimed it at Academician Lin Zhenghua's chest cavity.

The moment the ultrasound screen lights up and displays the image of the lungs.

Dr. Klaus was completely petrified.

What did he see?

That wasn't the lung of an elderly person who had been bedridden for a long time and was suffering from cancer cells and chemotherapy drugs.

Those were practically perfect lungs!

The lung lobes were full and the texture was clear; not even traces of fibrosis that might be caused by inflammation or aging could be found! The entire lung was so clean, like a freshly made pink sponge.

Dr. Klaus's breathing stopped at that moment.

He listlessly put down the probe, took off his expensive custom-made glasses, and rubbed his eyes vigorously with his age-spotted hand, as if trying to erase the absurd image from his retina.

He picked up the probe again, changed the angle, and checked it once more.

The result was exactly the same.

In the audience, the BBC reporter was eagerly anticipating the exposé, a smug smile on his face. He had even already planned his headline for tomorrow.

Finally, Dr. Klaus slowly turned around.

Facing the countless expectant cameras below the stage, and the smug BBC reporter, he spoke in a voice trembling with extreme shock, a voice so distorted it made the whole world fall into a deathly silence.

"His lungs are healthier than mine, even though I work out every day!"