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

The entire venue was deathly silent.

You can't even hear breathing, only the buzzing sound of the air conditioner vents.

Bai Che's statement that "the textbooks are outdated" was like an invisible slap, crisply striking the faces of every Western expert.

Bruce slumped in the leather seat, feeling as if his bones had been removed. He stared intently at the large screen—the vein was so clean it looked like a brand-new part. He wanted to argue, to accuse it of being some kind of Eastern sorcery, but the rows of green physiological indicators completely shut him up.

"This...this doesn't prove anything!"

Just as the Pfizer team's morale collapsed, a blond expert in his early thirties suddenly sprang to his feet. He was Bruce's prized student and Harvard's youngest tenured professor. At that moment, his eyes were filled with a desperate, mad glint in his eyes—a final struggle before his faith crumbled.

"The cancer cells are gone! But what's the use? Look at his stomach! Look at his liver!"

The young expert pulled up a set of comparative data, his voice sharp and shrill from extreme excitement, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on: "His stomach wall has been perforated due to long-term tumor erosion! His liver is over 90% fibrotic! It's just a pile of rotten flesh! His current vital signs are nothing but a temporary surge of adrenaline!"

These words were like a bucket of ice water, instantly extinguishing the flames that had just begun to ignite at the scene.

The media area erupted again. The screen that was originally full of "666" in the live broadcast room suddenly froze and turned into countless question marks.

"Damn, that makes sense! We killed all the bugs, but the apple's already been bitten and rotten!"

"If it's organ failure, even a miracle couldn't save it, right?"

"Damn it, I knew it was a deathbed rally! This is a successful autopsy!"

Public opinion has shifted again, with a wave of criticism surging back.

Bai Che stood in the center of the stage, listening to the noise around him, and didn't even bother to turn around and look at the expert who was jumping up and down.

He just thought it was noisy.

"Is this never going to end?"

Bai Che muttered a soft complaint, then raised his right hand. His slender fingers gently grasped at the air, making an elegant "gathering" gesture.

The action didn't look like treating an illness; it looked more like squeezing a pesky fly.

"Fuxi, the second stage," Bai Che said calmly, "Reshaping."

"Received, Father. Instructions confirmed: Material recombination initiated."

The young expert continued his tirade: "According to the second law of thermodynamics, entropy increase is irreversible! You can't make broken tissue automatically repair itself unless you're God—"

Before he finished speaking, the microscopic images on the big screen suddenly changed.

The "Shennong" nanorobot, which was originally traveling in the blood vessels, suddenly changed its cold silver light into a soft, rhythmic warm light.

Instead of wandering around, they frantically gathered at the damaged organs and wounds.

Then, a scene that shattered the worldviews of all biologists occurred.

The nanorobots didn't conjure cells out of thin air; instead, they activated their energy storage chambers. The proteins and amino acids that they had previously devoured and broken down from cancer cells were now being expelled without reservation.

It is taken from cancer, and used for human health.

They attach themselves to the ulcerated stomach wall, spraying high-concentration nutrient solution while extending micron-sized robotic arms to forcibly "stitch" together the free cellular matrix.

This is not a repair.

This is printing.

Live 3D printing!

The holographic image was magnified to its extreme. Billions of viewers watched as the enormous perforation in the stomach visibly shrank and healed. New, pinkish granulation tissue grew wildly, layer upon layer, instantly covering the gray, necrotic tissue.

This visual impact is ten thousand times more explosive than Hollywood special effects!

It's like watching a building that's been bombed into ruins, and then automatically rebuilding itself within seconds!

Time seemed to flow backward at this moment.

"My God..." The young expert, who had been so aggressive just moments before, now had his mouth agape, wide enough to fit a fist. The tablet in his hand slammed to the ground with a "thud," the screen shattering, but he didn't even glance at it.

"This violates the cell division cycle!"

Bruce, who had been slumped over, suddenly sprang up like a zombie, gripping the armrests tightly, his eyes practically bulging out of their sockets: "The Hayflick Limit! Normal cell division has a limit to the number of times it can happen! This rate of regeneration... the human body simply can't handle it! He's overdrawing his life force! They'll spontaneously combust!"

Beep—! Beep—! Beep—!

As if to confirm his jinx, the alarm sounded again.

The temperature monitoring devices in the ten medical wards instantly turned red.

"Body temperature 42 degrees Celsius! And it's still rising!"

"His metabolic rate is 500 times higher than that of an average person!"

"Cooling system at full capacity!"

Su Wanqing, sitting in the audience, felt a sudden tightness in her chest and almost rushed onto the stage.

Bai Che remained as steady as a mountain. He casually loosened his tie, a playful smile playing on his lips: "Old man, don't try to fathom the methods of God with your pitiful common sense."

"Fuxi, full power cooling. Let's cool them down."

laugh--!

The liquid nitrogen nozzles at the bottom of all ten medical pods opened simultaneously, and a thick white mist instantly enveloped the pods, making them look like a fairyland or a laboratory.

At the same time, the director very considerately cut off the microscopic footage and gave the camera a macroscopic perspective—that is, "Patient No. 1" Zhao Tiezui.

Everyone held their breath.

Zhao Tiezui's skin, which was originally yellowish and sunken like withered tree bark, is now undergoing an astonishing change.

That's not just about restoring color to the face.

That's like a withered tree coming back to life, that's defying fate!

Beneath his withered skin, it looked as if countless tiny mice were scurrying about—that was muscle fiber remodeling and subcutaneous fat filling the gap.

The most terrifying thing was his stomach.

The huge abdomen, which had bulged high like a pregnant woman's due to ascites caused by cirrhosis, was now rapidly shrinking at a speed visible to the naked eye!

Glug glug... Glug glug...

A series of sickening thuds emanated from inside the medical pod. Those were the draining of fluid, the repositioning of displaced organs.

Click! Click!

Immediately following was a series of cracking sounds from bones.

Zhao Tiezui's hunched and withered body was slowly stretching and elongating. His sunken eye sockets became full again, and his sparse, yellow hair visibly turned black and shiny!

This is not a cure.

This is rejuvenation!

In just three minutes.

In just three minutes.

As the last wisp of white mist dissipated, what lay in the medical pod was no longer a dying skeleton, but a robust middle-aged man with a ruddy complexion, taut skin, and even the faint outline of his muscles!

If you didn't see his face, no one would believe that this is the same person as Zhao Tiezui, who was almost dead just now!

There were thousands of people present, but no one spoke.

Even the most critical Western journalists forgot to press the shutter at that moment. They were like a group of frozen puppets, mouths agape, their minds blank.

Humanity's fear of the unknown was utterly crushed at this moment by this miracle called "technology".

Bai Che walked to the front of Medical Pod No. 1 and glanced at the last line of data on the screen.

[Complete organ remodeling. Energy conversion rate: 98%.]

[Current physical condition: S-rank (Super Healthy)]

Bai Che nodded in satisfaction, turned to face the entire audience who were already frozen in shock, and clapped his hands lightly.

"The law of conservation of energy is truly accurate."

He chuckled, his tone as relaxed as if he had just fixed a broken alarm clock: "Except, I used Death's scythe to peel an apple for the patient."

Good morning, everyone.

As the words fell.

laugh--!

The sound of valves opening in unison filled the air. The doors of the ten cylindrical medical pods slid open to both sides.

The cold mist surged out, yet it could not conceal the immense vitality of life.

What happened next became a scene destined to be recorded in human history.

There was no weak person being helped up, no cries of relief after surviving a disaster.

Under the gaze of thousands of eyes in the audience and 3.5 billion people worldwide, ten terminally ill patients, who had been given a death sentence and needed caregivers even to turn over in bed, suddenly—

He sat up!

The movements were crisp and clean, even carrying a sense of savage power.

Zhao Tiezui sat there blankly, looking down at his strong arms and then touching his flat stomach. He remained stunned for a long time, as if trying to confirm whether he had gone to heaven.

Immediately afterwards, he ripped the oxygen tube out of his nostril and pulled out the IV needle from his hand, his movements as rough as a rough man who had just woken up.

He raised his head, his eyes frighteningly clear.

As the world held its breath, awaiting his heartfelt rebirth speech, this notorious online troll leader rubbed his rumbling stomach, frowned, and roared out the most powerful sentence of his life:

"Damn it, I'm starving! Any boxed lunches?!"

The sound, transmitted through a high-fidelity microphone, instantly shattered the entire venue's sound system.

……

boom--!!!

This sentence was like a spark thrown into an oil drum, instantly igniting the entire world.

Twitter servers crashed.

Weibo's servers crashed.

The YouTube live stream has been interrupted.

At that moment, all scientific theories, the Heflick limit, and warnings from authoritative experts were pulverized by the question, "Do you have any boxed lunches?"

"He's alive!! He's really alive!!"

"He's even saying he's hungry! Is that something a dying person would say when they're on their deathbed?!"

"A miracle! This is a miracle! Bai Che is awesome!! Zero Boundary Technology has reached god-like status!!"

The situation was completely out of control.

The reporters who had been kept behind the cordon suddenly broke through the lines like madmen. They were no longer there to question or find fault, but like fanatical pilgrims, they held up their cameras and desperately wanted to rush to the front to capture close-up shots of these "resurrected" monsters.

"Stop! Don't push! It's going to be a stampede!" Wang Tao was pushed so hard by the crowd that one of his shoes flew off, but he was still shouting at the top of his lungs, his face beaming with joy, and snot bubbles were coming out of his nose.

In the VIP seats.

Bruce Wilson, chief consultant of Pfizer and Nobel laureate, stared blankly at Zhao Tiezui on the stage, who was beaming and looking around for food.

His hands trembled as he tried to adjust his glasses on the bridge of his nose.

pat.

The expensive gold-rimmed glasses slipped off and fell onto the marble floor, shattering the lenses into pieces.

But he didn't bend down to pick it up.

This elderly man, who had dominated the Western medical community his entire life, seemed to have aged ten years in an instant. His back was hunched, his eyes vacant, his lips trembling, and he finally uttered only a desperate whisper:

"God...is dead."

Whether God is dead or not is unknown.

But today, the lofty pedestal of Western medicine has collapsed.

Center stage.

Bai Che stood between the bustling crowd and the reborn patients, the spotlights showering him like a waterfall, gilding him with a golden edge.

He did not deliver any victory speech, nor did he take the opportunity to mock the Western experts who were like stray dogs.

No need.

A lion won't turn around to listen to a dog barking.

He simply straightened the hem of his suit jacket with a calm expression, as if he had just completed a trivial task.

On the giant screen, the blood-red countdown disappeared. In its place appeared a simple line of Chinese characters, powerful enough to shake the world:

The first phase of clinical trials has been successfully completed.

With his hands in his pockets, Bai Che turned and left without looking back amidst the sea of ​​light created by countless flashes of light from the cameras.

When I went to the clothes, I learned the name and the name.

Everyone present knew that the moment this man stepped out of that door, the old-fashioned medical system, along with those expensive targeted drugs, painful chemotherapy, and despairing diagnoses…

Tonight, they will all be officially laid to rest.