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

The venue was deathly silent.

The air seemed to solidify into solid lead, pressing down on everyone's chests. The only sound was the faint whirring of the camera, as grating as fingernails scraping against glass.

Dr. Klaus's words still echoed in the empty hall.

"Healthier than me, who works out every day."

The BBC's chief correspondent's smile froze on his face.

He didn't believe it.

How could such a conclusion, which defies common sense, come from the mouth of a top Swiss expert?

"Dr. Klaus!"

The reporter rushed to the front of the stage, his microphone almost poking Klaus's face, his voice sharp and somewhat distorted.

Do you know what you're saying?

"Did you take bribes from them? Were you threatened? This is live! The whole world is watching you!"

His eyes were full of threat and implication, as if if Klaus dared to nod, the label of "academic corruption" would be pinned on the Swiss man's head tomorrow.

Klaus slowly turned his head.

He looked at the reporter he had once considered "one of his own," his eyes filled with a furious rage born of humiliation.

"buy?"

Klaus abruptly ripped the stethoscope off his neck and slammed it down at the reporter's feet.

"I am Klaus von Schneider!"

"My family has practiced medicine in Bern for two hundred years! My grandfather was one of the founders of the Red Cross!"

He pointed to his chest, veins bulging on his neck, and roared at the camera.

"I swear on my family's honor, on my career, and in the name of God!"

"What I just saw was absolutely real! Those were a pair of flawless lungs!"

"You empty-headed idiot, you're insulting the dignity of a doctor!"

The entire audience erupted in uproar.

No one expected the plot to take such a dramatic turn.

"If you don't believe in images."

Klaus, panting heavily, suddenly turned to look at the Chinese spokesperson on the stage, his eyes filled with an almost insane stubbornness.

"blood test!"

"Right now! Right here!"

"Images can be faked, but the molecular structure in blood doesn't lie! I need to see the most crucial tumor marker data!"

The spokesperson's smile remained unchanged.

He was like a chess player who had already foreseen the outcome, watching his opponent step by step walk into a dead end that had been set up in advance.

"As you wish."

He waved gently.

The curtain on the side stage was drawn back, and a larger, more sophisticated blood analyzer was pushed up.

The transparent blood collection tube was connected to Academician Lin Zhenghua's arm.

The crimson blood flowed through the tube, like a red lifeline, affecting the heartbeats of billions of people around the world.

On the big screen, the originally black background suddenly lit up.

Countless data streams began to flow wildly.

"drop--"

With a crisp beep, the first set of data was displayed.

Hemoglobin: 135g/L

White blood cell count: 6.5 × 10^9/L

Platelet count: 210 × 10^9/L

Those in the know at the scene held their breath.

This is textbook-quality health data.

Let alone a late-stage cancer patient, even a young person who stays up all night every day might not have such good indicators.

But that's not the most crucial point.

Everyone's eyes were fixed on the flashing red detection bar at the bottom of the screen.

Carcinoembryonic antigen (CEA)

Alpha-fetoprotein

[Specific tumor growth factor]

The progress bar is moving slowly.

98%……99%……100%.

The result popped up.

[Not detected].

[Not detected].

[Not detected].

Three cold, emotionless phrases struck like heavy blows into the hearts of every skeptic present.

"impossible……"

In the front row of the press section, Professor Hans, the Nobel laureate in Medicine from Sweden, was now ashen-faced.

He gripped the armrests of the chair tightly, his knuckles turning white from the excessive force.

"The machine must have been tampered with!"

"This is a pre-programmed procedure! This is magic!"

He stood up abruptly, looking less like a world-renowned scholar and more like a gambler who had lost everything.

He rushed onto the stage and shoved aside the Huaxia staff member who was operating the equipment.

"Bring me my suitcase!" he roared at his assistants below the stage.

"Use our own equipment! Use the most advanced portable flow cytometer from the Karolinska Institute!"

"I want to test it myself! I want to expose this colossal lie with my own hands!"

No one stopped him.

The spokesperson even thoughtfully had a table cleared out for him.

Professor Hans's hands were trembling.

His hands, which had spent a lifetime conducting precise experiments, could barely hold a test tube.

He personally extracted a sample from Lin Zhenghua's blood vessel.

I personally added the reagent.

He personally placed it into that testing instrument, which represents the highest level of Western biomedicine.

Time passed by, second by second.

These few minutes felt longer to Professor Hans than the hours he spent waiting for the Nobel Prize call.

He stared intently at the small screen, muttering to himself.

"It must be wrong...it must be wrong..."

"drop."

The result came out.

Professor Hans suddenly leaned closer to the screen, his cloudy old eyes wide open, bloodshot.

The data on the screen was exactly the same as what was on the big screen earlier.

Even more so because his equipment is more precise, the value representing the activity of cancer cells is closer to absolute "zero".

Clang.

The test tube slipped from his hand, fell to the ground, and shattered into powder.

Professor Hans swayed as if all his bones had been removed, and collapsed to the ground.

His worldview collapsed.

His prized knowledge system and the scientific laws he held as gospel became a joke at this moment.

"This is impossible..."

He muttered to himself, his voice hoarse as if a bellows were being pulled.

"This violates the law of apoptosis..."

"This violates the law of conservation of energy..."

"Where did the cancer cells go? How could such a massive tumor simply vanish into thin air?"

"This isn't science...this is theology...God is playing a joke..."

His students tried to go on stage to help him, but he pushed them away.

Professor Hans suddenly looked up.

He stopped looking at the instruments and the data.

He looked at Lin Zhenghua, and then at the twelve "recovered patients" standing under the spotlight, seemingly miraculous.

His eyes changed.

From doubt to fear, and from fear to an almost frantic thirst for knowledge.

He grabbed the microphone, got up, and rushed to Lin Zhenghua.

Gone was the arrogance of before; only a humble pleading remained.

"tell me……"

His voice trembled, choked with sobs.

"What exactly is happening inside your bodies?"

"Where did those cancer cells... those demons... go?"

"Were they killed? Or were they expelled from their bodies?"

The entire room fell silent.

Everyone held their breath, waiting for the mystery to be revealed.

The spokesperson slowly walked forward and gently helped the distraught Nobel laureate to his feet.

He looked at Hans, then at the camera, and gave a meaningful smile.

"Professor Hans, you've hit the nail on the head."

"However, you're only half right."

"They were both eliminated and transformed."

"Thanks to Life No. 1, those cancer cells that frantically plunder the body's energy are no longer the enemy."

"They were crushed, reassembled, and transformed into the purest form of bioenergy."

"They become nutrients that nourish healthy cells."