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

The heavy hydraulic door of the S1 main control room closed, like a gate, completely shutting out the roar of that steel behemoth underground.

The corridor lights were stark white, instantly extinguishing the fanatical fervor on Bai Che's face that had previously seemed like a reincarnation of Shennong.

His shoulders slumped, and he seemed to have lost all his bones, instantly switching back to the college student mode of wanting to lie down.

It seems that the person who just threatened to dismantle the world's healthcare system is his long-lost twin brother.

"President Su."

Bai Che didn't even turn his head, his voice echoing in the marble corridor, "Don't just stand there, issue the announcement."

Su Wanqing followed behind him in her high heels, the rapid "clack-clack-clack" betraying the turmoil in her heart. She gripped the tablet tightly, her fingertips turning blue from the pressure.

How should I write a copy for "na" (a Chinese online marketing platform)?

Su Wanqing took a deep breath, trying her best to maintain the composure of a CEO, but her voice was still a little weak: "Should we explain the principle of nanorobots? Or emphasize that it's 'experimental clinical trials'? Bai Che, we have to leave ourselves a way out, just in case..."

"A backup plan?"

Bai Che paused and turned around.

He looked at this usually decisive and ruthless senior, a hint of amusement in his eyes: "Senior, we're going to fight hand-to-hand, not hold an academic conference or a dinner party. We're about to go to the battlefield, and you're still thinking about martial ethics with the enemy?"

Bai Che extended a finger and casually swiped it across Su Wanqing's tablet screen.

Just one sentence. Emmm

"Forty-eight hours later, there will be no cancer in the world. And you post this?"

Su Wanqing's pupils constricted sharply: "That's it? Where's the picture?"

"Just take a screenshot of the one Fuxi simulated earlier." Bai Che yawned, a few physiological tears welling up in his eyes. "It would be better to choose the one where the black tumor is sliced ​​apart by the silver metallic flow; it'll be more stress-relieving to look at."

Three minutes later.

Zero Boundary Technology's official account, which boasts 30 million followers, simultaneously pushed out this post across all platforms across the internet.

There were no lengthy technical white papers, no sentimental brand stories, and no polite phrases like "stay tuned."

There was only one CG rendering with a violent aesthetic and a line of text so arrogant it seemed to pierce the sky.

"[After 48 hours. Cancer-free world.]"

This is like someone standing atop the United Nations building, holding a megaphone and shouting to the world, "Everyone here is trash."

……

For the first nine minutes after the announcement was released, the internet was eerily silent.

It's like throwing a piece of bloody meat into a pool full of piranhas; before the fish start tearing at it frantically, there's always a moment of hesitation.

It exploded in the tenth minute.

Instead of cheers, there was a barrage of criticism and condemnation.

"Account hacked? Did the editor drink fake alcohol?"

"A cancer-free world? That's some serious boasting! They're not afraid of puncturing the stratosphere! Pfizer and Johnson & Johnson haven't dared to say that in their century-long history. You're a company that started with software; isn't this a huge leap? Don't you know that taking big steps can lead to disaster?"

"They've gone to such lengths to boost their stock price, haven't they? I've already reported this! This is blatant medical fraud; I recommend criminal detention!"

"Hey bro, I've already called the police. I suggest you check if the company's legal representative escaped from a mental hospital."

The door to the lounge was slammed open with a loud bang.

Wang Tao, sporting huge dark circles under his eyes, rushed in holding his phone, his face filled with terror as if he had just seen Sadako crawl out of the screen asking him to borrow a power bank.

"Old Bai! Brother Bai! Ancestor Bai!"

Wang Tao shoved his phone right up to Bai Che's nose, his voice trembling: "It's blown up! It's all blown up! Weibo, Zhihu, Twitter... the whole internet is cursing! Look at this—"

He swiped the screen, pointing to a post by a medical influencer with five million followers.

[A well-known medical blogger, V: @ZeroBoundaryTech, please don't mistake ignorance for individuality. Cancer is called the "King of Diseases" because of its high heterogeneity and evolutionary capacity. The so-called "conquest" is, at this stage, utter pseudoscience! This behavior of exploiting the hopes of terminally ill patients for attention is disgusting and repulsive!]

"And this too!" Wang Tao was almost in tears. "Even our school forum has been flooded with comments saying they're going to petition for your expulsion to prevent you from bringing shame to USTC!"

Bai Che nestled on the sofa, calmly peeled a segment of orange and popped it into his mouth. After chewing a couple of times, he frowned slightly: "Who bought these oranges? Why are they all sour?"

"Dude! What time is it? Why are you still worrying about whether it's sour or not?" Wang Tao was so anxious he was spinning around in circles. "The PR department's phones have been ringing off the hook! Should we retract it? Issue an apology statement? Say it's a 'stage achievement'? Say it's a 'bright vision'?"

"Why withdraw?"

With a flick of his wrist, Bai Che sent the orange peel flying through the air in a graceful arc before landing precisely in the trash can three meters away.

He pulled out a tissue to wipe his hands, his tone as calm as if he were discussing what to have for dinner: "Let them curse. The harsher they curse, the more neatly they'll be kneeling two days later."

"Let the bullets fly a little longer."

……

Across the ocean.

The global headquarters of Phirex in Manhattan, New York.

From the floor-to-ceiling windows on the top floor, one can overlook the dazzling night view of Wall Street. Anderson swirled a half-glass of amber single malt whiskey in his hand, his bespoke suit without a single wrinkle, exuding the arrogance of a seasoned capitalist.

"Mr. Anderson."

The assistant respectfully handed over a report, his tone laced with undisguised sarcasm: "That Chinese kid has gone mad. He's claiming there will be 'cancer-free world' without any supporting clinical data."

Anderson glanced at the simple screenshot of the announcement and let out a sneer.

"Young people are always full of unrealistic heroic fantasies." Anderson took a sip of his drink, the spicy liquid sliding down his throat. "What does he think this is? Writing code? Fixing a bug and the world will be peaceful?"

"Should we blacklist him?" the assistant asked. "Just give a heads-up to a few major social media platforms, limit his reach, delete his posts, and he won't even have a chance to speak out."

"No, no, no."

Anderson wagged his finger, his eyes looking at the mouse that had fallen into a trap. "Why ban it? Only an idiot would do that."

He walked to the window and looked down at the stream of cars below, which looked like ants.

"He wants attention, so we'll give it to him. Not only will we give it, we'll give him plenty."

Anderson turned around and slammed his glass down on the table with a loud "thud".

"Activate the 'Eclipse Project' Group B plan."

"Notify our friends in The Times and The Washington Post, as well as the Nobel laureates who received our sponsorship fees."

Anderson's smile widened, becoming particularly sinister: "Elevate him. Call him 'the God of the East,' say he's 'humanity's last hope.' Raise public expectations to infinity—so high that even if he cures cancer, if a patient loses a single hair, people will think he's a fraud."

"This is called—killing with praise."

The assistant's eyes lit up, and he immediately bowed his head: "Brilliant. Elevate him to godhood, then wait to see the god fall. At that time, the angry believers will tear him to pieces with their own hands."

…………

In just three hours.

The wind direction has changed.

Amidst the initially one-sided condemnation, a large number of "in-depth reports" from mainstream overseas media suddenly emerged.

Time Magazine's online edition headline: **"Prometheus from the East? Zero Boundary Technology May Possess the Authority of God"**

The Guardian commented: **"If true, he will surpass Einstein; if false, it will be the biggest lie told by Asians."**

Domestic marketing accounts reacted swiftly, instantly swaying the narrative.

"I knew our country had some amazing cutting-edge technology!"

"White God is awesome! I knew he wouldn't fight an unprepared battle!"

"Shut up, you trolls! Even foreign media are optimistic about it. Have you been kneeling for so long that you can't stand up anymore?"

This kind of fanaticism is even more terrifying than the previous insults. Because it disregards logic and science; it's simply an emotional outburst.

In the S1 main control room, Li Jianguo's face was darker than the bottom of a pot.

"This is an open conspiracy."

The old soldier stubbed out his cigarette hard, leaving a charred mark on the table. "They're creating a god. If there's even the slightest flaw in the press conference two days from now, even if it's just that the cure rate isn't 100%, the backlash from public opinion could destroy 'Zero Boundary,' and even the country's credibility."

Su Wanqing felt a chill run down her spine as she looked at the almost nauseatingly sycophantic praise on the screen.

To elevate someone to the heavens, then remove the ladder—that's a truly insidious tactic.

This move is too cruel.

"Bai Che." Su Wanqing turned her head to look at the sofa in the corner.

The man was half-lying there, holding a phone in his hand. The cold light from the screen reflected on his face, obscuring his expression.

"Look at this comment," Bai Che suddenly laughed, pointing to a highly upvoted comment and reading it aloud, "'Bai Che is the Jesus of our time, he holds the key to eternal life.' Tsk tsk, I didn't even know I was so great, I don't have wings."

"You can still laugh?" Su Wanqing walked up to him in a few steps, snatched his phone, and said, "Do you know what this means? The whole world is watching you now. If this is your strategy, then you've already lost."

Bai Che raised his head, his eyes showing no panic, only a calm indifference as if he had seen through the trickery.

"Senior, do you know the best way to deal with this kind of scheme?"

Bai Che stood up, took the phone back from Su Wanqing, and his slender fingers rapidly tapped on the screen.

"They want to put me in a difficult position, to put me in a predicament where I can't back down."

"Then I won't ride the tiger."

Bai Che pressed the send button, a wildly arrogant smile curving his lips, and said casually:

"I just killed the tiger."

Ding dong.

Zero Boundary Technology's official account posted its second update.

There was no explanation of the technology, no thanks to the media, and no response to the questions raised.

There was only a white form with black text, so simple it looked like a death notice, or a get-out-of-jail-free card.

**[Global Recruitment Notice]**

**Target Group:** Cancer patients in stage III or higher, with multiple organ metastases, and who have received a critical condition notice from the hospital.

**Number of participants: 10**

**Method: Treatment will be broadcast live from the press conference.**

**Promise: Round-trip travel expenses (including ICU transfer fees) will be covered. If cancer cells cannot be removed on-site, each person will receive a compensation of 100 million RMB.**

**Note:** This is also for buying a burial plot for myself; I chose the most expensive one.

boom--!

If the first announcement was like throwing something into a deep pool, then this one is like throwing a ton of antimatter into the Pacific Ocean.

A medical blogger who was having a late-night snack sprayed noodles all over the screen.

The editor-in-chief of an overseas media outlet, who was drafting a press release that was intended to "praise someone to death," was so shocked that he spilled his coffee.

On the other side of the ocean, Anderson looked at the "one hundred million yuan compensation" sign, his cold smile as stiff as a cheap mask.

"A madman..." Anderson muttered to himself, then abruptly stood up, knocking over his wine glass, the dark red liquid spilling across the table like blood. "He's committing suicide! Live-streaming it? Even an appendectomy is risky, and he dares to live-stream treating late-stage cancer?!"

The network is completely down.

The Weibo server crashed three times within one minute.

"Did I read that right? A hundred million in compensation if it can't be cured?"

"This isn't just confidence, this is utter arrogance! If they lose, and have to pay a billion, Zero Boundary Technology should just go into bankruptcy liquidation!"

"Even scammers wouldn't dare do this! This is a real gamble with your life!"

Desperate cries began flooding the screen.

Even though they knew it might be a scam, the families of those with terminally ill patients were grasping at straws, frantically leaving comments and sending private messages in the comment section. Some even started booking plane tickets to Bai Che's city.

Li Jianguo stared at the post, his mouth agape, before finally managing to stammer, "This kid... he's really daring."

Su Wanqing looked at Bai Che with an extremely complicated expression.

She wanted to scold him for acting recklessly, to say that it didn't make any sense in business. But seeing Bai Che's "whatever, I'll take care of it" attitude, the fire in her heart inexplicably burned even brighter.

"12 hours left."

Bai Che glanced at the countdown on the wall, yawned widely, and casually tossed his phone to the dumbfounded Wang Tao.

"Fatty Wang, I'm leaving the patient screening to you. Remember, the more serious the better, ideally the kind of case that even experts would shake their heads and say to prepare for the worst."

After saying that, he put his hands in his pockets and walked straight to the inner room of the lounge.

"Bai Gong, where are you going?" Wang Tao held the phone that was vibrating wildly, feeling like he was holding a nuclear bomb that was about to explode.

"sleep."

Bai Che's voice came through the door in a muffled tone, carrying a kind of relaxed air that made people grit their teeth in anger.

"I'll set my alarm for eight. Even if the sky falls... I'll wait until I'm awake before I do anything else."

Outside the S1 main control room, the night was as dark as ink.

But tonight, no one in the world will sleep.

Hundreds of millions of eyes around the world are fixed on that red countdown.

Everyone is waiting.

Let's wait and see if this is a miracle or a clown's funeral.

......