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Eight o'clock in the morning.

The biting chill of late autumn enveloped the entrances of major hospitals across the country.

In the crowd that stretched for kilometers, each person looked like a statue whose soul had been taken away, their face showing only numbness and death.

They came to collect their medicine.

Or rather, they're grasping at the last straw called "hope."

A line of green military trucks drove up, and expressionless soldiers jumped out of them.

Their movements were mechanical, as if they were carrying out a death order, as they unloaded boxes of sealed goods.

A glimmer of light finally appeared in the eyes of the crowd.

However, what they received were not the familiar medicine boxes or cold injections, but cups of plastic sealed with plastic film that looked no different from the two-yuan cups of boiled water sold on the street.

That glimmer of light was instantly consumed by the flames of fury.

"What the hell is this?!"

A middle-aged man with sunken eyes suddenly slammed the cup to the ground.

With a "splash," water splashed all over the floor, its icy coldness chilling to the bone.

His eyes were bloodshot, like a wild beast driven to the brink of despair, as he roared at the soldiers who were being distributed the supplies.

"My wife is inside waiting for targeted therapy! It's a life-saving drug! And you're giving me water?!"

"Is this how the government tries to fool us, the dying?!"

"Liar! Shameless liar!"

Despair spread like a plague, instantly engulfing the entire crowd.

Heart-wrenching cries and vicious curses intertwined to form a tragic elegy for the end of the world.

Some family members even lost control of their emotions and tried to rush into the pharmacy to seize the non-existent inventory.

The scene was in complete chaos.

Not far away, foreign media cameras, like sharks smelling blood, greedily focused on this scene.

CNN reporter Jack stood in front of the chaotic crowd, a highly exaggerated and undisguised mocking smile on his face.

He addressed the camera in an aria-like tone, "Oh my God, as you can see, this is the Eastern Dragon's Plan B!"

"Faced with the limitations of modern medicine, they actually chose to retreat to the dark ages of the Middle Ages, attempting to cure cancer and leukemia with this so-called holy water!"

"This is the biggest scam of the century, the most cold-blooded joke!"

"This is a national-level scam carried out with nothing but plain water! It's the most ruthless trampling of human rights! It's the cruelest poison fed to all terminally ill patients!"

On the internet, those public intellectuals and influential figures who had long since accepted bribes swarmed out like maggots.

One after another, meticulously crafted articles flew out like snowflakes, each with a more sensational title than the last.

A glass of cold water extinguished the last hope of China.

Technological Regression: From the Tian Shu Chip to a Cup of Miracle Water, What Did We Do Wrong?

"Chen Xi, the person in charge, please step forward and give an explanation to the 30 million terminally ill patients!"

Every word is piercing to the heart.

However, amidst this overwhelming barrage of insults, ridicule, and curses...

Miracles are quietly and powerfully blooming in the microscopic world in the most desperate corners.

Sterile ward of the hematology department at Beijing Children's Hospital.

Thirty-year-old Wang Hui, with tears streaming down her face, almost knelt before the hospital bed, comforting the little girl in her arms whose face was as pale as paper.

"Good girl, listen to Mommy, drink this."

"They said it would stop the pain after drinking it..."

Wang Hui herself didn't believe those words; her voice trembled, and her heart was bleeding.

The five-year-old daughter in her arms suffers from acute lymphoblastic leukemia. Chemotherapy has caused her to lose all her hair, and the rejection reaction from the bone marrow transplant has made her suffer so much pain that she can't sleep all night.

The only effective medicine ran out yesterday.

The doctor said the baby might not make it through the week.

The little girl was very sensible. Seeing her mother crying, she stretched out her thin, bony little hand, wanting to wipe away her mother's tears.

"Mommy...don't cry...drink..."

She was trembling with pain, but she still obediently opened her mouth and drank the "water" that the whole world considered a joke.

The water was a little sweet and cool, and it felt very comfortable as it slid down my throat.

five minutes.

ten minutes.

The ward was eerily quiet.

Wang Hui stared intently at her daughter, afraid to breathe.

Sudden.

"Mother……"

The little girl in his arms suddenly spoke louder, no longer the weak, kitten-like whimper.

"My...my stomach...it seems...it seems to be okay now..."

Wang Hui was startled, thinking she was hallucinating.

Before she could react, she was horrified to discover that her daughter's pale, bluish face had actually... had a faint blush on it!

That's not a sickly flush!

That was a healthy, vibrant blood color!

"doctor!!!"

"Doctor, come quick!!!"

Wang Hui rushed out of the ward like a madwoman. Her voice was shrill and shrill, but it also carried a trembling, wild joy that she herself could not believe!

The same scene began to play out wildly in intensive care units across the country.

An elderly man who was in a deep coma due to liver cancer had his eyelids twitch half an hour after a nurse fed him "Shennong No. 1" through a nasogastric tube. He then slowly opened his eyes, and his originally cloudy eyeballs became unusually clear.

A patient in the late stages of kidney failure, who hadn't urinated for three days, suddenly sat up abruptly and shouted to the caregiver, "Quick! Help me to the toilet! I can't hold it anymore!"

"This is impossible..."

"That's absolutely impossible!!!"

In the laboratories of major hospitals across the country, all the doctors went crazy. They held the test reports that had just been printed out of the machine, their hands trembling as if they were having a seizure.

"White blood cell count... dropped from 30,000 to 12,000! It's back to normal! It returned to normal in less than an hour?!"

"The tumor marker AFP dropped from over 1,000 to 50! A decrease of 95%! My God! Am I dreaming?!"

"This isn't some placebo! This is fucking repairing genes out of thin air! It's reversing life and death! It's reshaping life!"

Data doesn't lie!

The instruments don't lie!

As more and more bizarre test reports were uploaded to the medical intranet, the previously noisy online criticism and questioning suddenly ceased, like a duck being choked by an invisible hand.

Instead, there was a tremendous sense of ecstasy, awe, and a near-reverence, like that of a pilgrim!

Twenty-four hours later.

The stock price of Western Pharmaceutical Alliance, which had surged after successfully cutting off China's supply, now seems to have hit an invisible wall and has begun to plummet.

Geneva, Alliance headquarters.

Chairman Johnson Smith was elegantly swirling the 82 Lafite in his glass, preparing to watch via video link as the Chinese side bowed their heads and begged for mercy.

Suddenly, the office door was violently kicked open.

His chief secretary stumbled in, his face looking worse than if he had just crawled out of his grave.

"Mr...Chairman! Something terrible has happened!"

Johnson frowned in displeasure and slowly put down his glass.

"What's the panic? Did they send a representative to sue for peace? Tell them that my terms will not change a single word."

"No……"

The secretary was on the verge of tears as he shakily handed over the tablet.

"It's...it's sanctions...they're sanctioning us!"

Johnson was taken aback, took the tablet, and almost burst out laughing.

On the screen was an official document from the Chinese government, each word like a sharp dagger.

"Notice on the Complete Cessation of Importation of 1300 Patented Drugs from the Western Medicine Alliance".

The reason section contained only a simple sentence, yet it was filled with the most extreme humiliation.

[Its efficacy is outdated and its side effects are significant; it has been completely replaced by China's domestically produced "Shennong No. 1" series of health drinks.]

"A substitute? What will you use to replace it? That ridiculous glass of water?!"

Johnson was so angry he laughed as if he had heard the funniest joke in the entire universe.

"Are they crazy?! That's cancer! That's leukemia! A problem that countless Nobel laureates have failed to solve for a century! A glass of water can cure it?!"

However, the next second, the red telephone on his desk, which symbolized the highest power of capital, rang shrilly.

It was the CEO of the world's largest health insurance company calling.

"Johnson, we're terminating all cooperation agreements."

The voice on the other end of the phone was cold and devoid of any emotion.

"The Phase III clinical data from China has been shared globally. That thing called 'Shennong No. 1' has a 99.9% cure rate for all cancer cells."

"And there are no side effects."

"Do you know what this means, Johnson?"

"This means that from today onwards, no one in the world will buy your expensive and toxic garbage anymore."

"Oh, right, I forgot to tell you, your stock has triggered its third circuit breaker. Good luck."