A live stream of someone hand-making a giant white robot attracted the attention of the government,

Bai Che is gone.

They left decisively, not even leaving a trace for the Western experts who were practically staring in disbelief.

But for Pfizer's inspection team, the nightmare had only just begun.

"Impossible... Absolutely impossible!"

The blond young expert from before—Harvard Medical School's youngest tenured professor, Smith—now resembled a gambler who had lost everything. He suddenly rushed across the security line, even knocking over a reporter carrying a camera, and frantically lunged at the backup data control console on the side of the stage.

"Stop him!" The security guard next to Su Wanqing was about to make a move.

"Let him see." Su Wanqing raised her hand, her voice as cold as the snow on the top of Kunlun Mountain. "Let them see clearly, so they won't go back and say we fabricated it."

Smith didn't care about appearances at all. His ten fingers left a blur on the keyboard as he frantically retrieved the original biochemical logs from the "Fuxi" backend.

Bruce Wilson, though slumped in his chair, craned his neck, staring intently at the lit screen. It was his last lifeline.

"Anything that rapidly dissolves tumor tissue will inevitably produce metabolic toxins!" Smith gritted his teeth, his eyes bloodshot. "Several kilograms of tumor tissue disappearing in three minutes—the released uric acid, potassium ions, and phosphates will absolutely burst the kidneys! These yellow-skinned monkeys must have hidden a hemodialysis machine under the bed!"

He pulled up the kidney metabolic monitoring chart of "Patient No. 1" Zhao Tiezui.

As long as there is a red line here.

If any one indicator exceeds the standard.

He could turn the tables on the spot, pointing his finger at that arrogant Eastern man and calling him a liar!

however.

The moment the data finished loading, Smith's fingers froze on the keyboard.

On the screen, there was a pleasing...green.

Serum creatinine: 85 μmol/L (normal)

[Blood uric acid: 320 μmol/L (normal)]

[Serum potassium level: 4.1 mmol/L (normal)]

Forget about exceeding the limit, this guy is so healthy he looks like an athlete who runs five kilometers every day!

The kidney burden index did not soar; instead, it was an outrageously smooth straight line, as stable as if it were on vacation.

"The machine is broken... the sensors must be disabled!"

A toxicology expert from Pfizer approached, and upon seeing this, his face contorted in disbelief, sweat pouring down his receding hairline. "What about the law of conservation of matter? That's several pounds of flesh! Even cremation would leave ashes, right? Vanished into thin air? Is this magic or sorcery?!"

Several kilograms of solid matter were neither excreted from the body nor blocked blood vessels.

Just like that, it "evaporated" right under everyone's noses?

The atmosphere at the scene was extremely eerie.

Although the media couldn't understand the complicated parameters, they knew something serious had happened from the expressions on the faces of these foreign experts, who looked like they had swallowed flies.

"Matter certainly doesn't disappear."

A cool, clear female voice broke into the conversation of the group of men who were on the verge of collapse.

Su Wanqing, in her high heels, climbed the steps one by one. She crossed her arms and looked down at Smith, who was squatting on the ground, questioning his existence, her eyes filled with three parts mockery and seven parts pity.

That look in his eyes was exactly like the way Bai Che had looked at them earlier.

"Since you all like to nitpick so much, Fuxi, satisfy them."

Su Wanqing snapped her fingers. "Open the 'Energy Conversion View'."

"Received, Mistress," Fuxi's emotionless electronic voice rang out.

The main control screen suddenly changed its display.

The original complex biochemical curves disappeared, replaced by a colorful human thermal imaging logic diagram.

The locations where tumors originally occupied, such as those in the stomach and liver, were marked in striking red. And within that sea of ​​red, countless silver dots representing nanorobots were working frantically.

Magnification: Molecular level.

The camera zooms in.

Everyone saw clearly where that so-called "disappearance" had gone.

Instead of "poisoning" cancer cells like traditional drugs, the silver nanorobots extended mechanical tentacles ten thousand times thinner than a human hair, precisely piercing into the cancer cells.

There was no bloodshed or gore.

Only precise disassembly is possible.

It's like taking apart a Lego set.

The enormous cancer cells were rapidly dismembered, disrupting the previously terrifying, infinitely proliferating gene chain. Immediately afterwards, a series of chemical reaction equations flashed across the right side of the screen.

[Target: Malignant tumor cells]

[Performance steps: carbon skeleton disruption, protein recombination, energy extraction]

[Conversion product output in progress...]

Smith's eyes widened, and his lips trembled as he read out the name of the generated creature that was flashing on the screen:

"Glucose..."

"Amino Acids (High-purity Amino Acids)..."

"ATP (adenosine triphosphate)..."

Boom!

The toxicology expert collapsed to the ground, his eyes wide open, as if he had witnessed an alien invasion.

"This...this is..."

"This is not killing."

Su Wanqing walked to the screen, her slender fingers gently tapping on the series of generated items, her voice echoing throughout the room, "This is recycling."

"In your eyes, cancer cells are deadly Grim Reapers. But in 'Xingtian's' eyes..." Su Wanqing paused, a proud smile curving her lips, "they are just high-purity energy bars, canned beef rich in protein, the most urgently needed... reserve food for the human body."

boom--!

This statement was like a nuclear bomb, completely shattering the worldview of the Pfizer expert team.

Eating cancer cells...as food?!

What kind of insane brain circuitry is this?! Is this even a medical solution that carbon-based life forms could come up with?!

But the animation on the screen continued, mercilessly mocking their ignorance.

In the video, the "golden rain" transformed from cancer cells is rapidly transported by nanobots to the surrounding damaged organs and tissues.

The stomach wall, which had shrunk due to long-term chemotherapy, experienced a sudden increase in cell division rate of several hundred times after receiving this massive energy infusion!

Granulation tissue grew rapidly, and the ulcer healed.

This is like demolishing the illegal building next door and using the bricks and cement to reinforce the main building with a layer of armor!

The "Vitality Overview" chart in the lower left corner of the screen started jumping wildly.

Red blood cell count: ↑↑↑

Blood oxygen saturation: ↑↑↑

Muscle density: ↑↑↑

The three curves resemble a giant dragon soaring into the sky, even exceeding the upper limit of the standard reference value!

"No wonder...no wonder..."

Bruce Wilson stared at the striking data on the screen—[Energy Conversion Rate: 98.5%]—and trembled all over.

"No wonder immunosuppressants aren't needed...because there's no foreign substance left...all the cancer cells have been 'digested' and become part of the patient's own body..."

This is a dimensional reduction attack.

While Western medicine was still researching how to use poison to kill cancer cells while minimizing the risk of killing the patient, Bai Che had already turned cancer cells into a "perfect tonic" to nourish the patient's body.

The larger the tumor, the more nutrition it receives.

Late-stage cancer?

Ha, in Bai Che's eyes, that's probably called "ample energy reserves"!

"This isn't medicine at all..." Bruce covered his face in despair, his voice hoarse like an old bellows, "This is industry...this is god-level bio-industry..."

Just then.

A bright yellow triangular exclamation mark alert box suddenly popped up in the center of the screen, accompanied by a "beep" sound.

Smith instinctively thought there had been another medical malpractice incident and abruptly looked up.

However, when he saw the alarm message, his already shaky rationality completely collapsed.

[System Warning: Endogenous energy reserves (tumor tissue) have been depleted.]

[Current repair progress: 99%]

[Warning: An energy deficit has occurred. It is recommended to immediately replenish with external carbohydrates (commonly known as: dry rice).]

Dead silence.

A long period of deathly silence.

At that moment, everyone remembered the roar Zhao Tiezui had shouted after waking up—"Damn it, I'm starving!"

original……

It turns out that wasn't a joke after all.

I was really hungry!

The body used up several kilograms of tumor as energy to repair itself. Now that the "fuel" is gone, the body is still operating at high speed. How can it not be hungry?!

"Hahaha……"

Smith stared at the system notification that "eat rice immediately," and suddenly burst into manic laughter. He pointed at the screen, laughing until tears streamed down his face, and backed away until he bumped into the railing.

Lost.

We lost completely.

Even something as simple as a patient being hungry is determined by a precisely calculated biochemical reaction.

Even "tumor depletion" was identified by the system as a regrettable "energy shortage".

Bruce Wilson shakily picked up his broken glasses from the ground and tried to put them on, only to find that the temples were broken.

Looking at the empty stage, he seemed to see a towering mountain rising from the ground, crushing their proud Western medical edifice to pieces.

"Let's go."

The old man threw away his glasses, and his back instantly hunched over like that of a centenarian.

"No need to nitpick."

"Go back and write the report... just write it..."

Bruce paused, his voice filled with profound sorrow.

"The gap between civilizations cannot be bridged by a microscope."

On stage, Su Wanqing looked at the group of defeated "authorities" and gently exhaled a breath of stale air.

She turned around and looked towards the backstage area.

Bai Che has probably already found a place to catch up on sleep.

"Damn it," she muttered under her breath, but a smile played on her lips. "You've stolen all the limelight, and now I have to clean up the mess."

But she knew.

From this day forward, the world has changed.

That era of cancer, where one could only wait to die in despair, was brought to an end by that man who loved drinking cola and hated trouble.

Moreover, they used the most unreasonable method—turning death into takeout.