SWDnovel Chapter 1452 The Strongest Voice of the Era
Chapter 1452 The Strongest Voice of the Era
Amidst the bustling crowd and the festive atmosphere of flowers and ribbons, Anran's gaze pierced through the gaps in the throng, firmly fixed on her father, who was surrounded by medical staff and relatives.
An Qiang's face was beaming with a radiant smile of relief, a smile so pure and infectious that it seemed to dispel all the gloom that had hung over the family, and even An Ran's own heart felt light and bright.
Her lips involuntarily curved upwards, revealing the most comfortable and radiant smile she had shown in days.
However, beneath this heartfelt joy surged an even stronger sense of unreality. Perhaps, of everyone present, the one who found it most unbelievable was An Ran, who shared a bed with Chen Jun and spent every day with him.
She had always thought of her husband as nothing more than a decorated, exceptionally capable, and tough soldier, a lover who occasionally revealed tenderness and playfulness. But she never dreamed that beneath these layers of identity lay such an astonishing side: a peerless physician capable of turning the tide and snatching life back from the jaws of death! Late-stage pancreatic cancer, a medically recognized incurable disease, was miraculously cured in his hands in just two weeks, giving her father a new lease on life and even making him twenty years younger. The shock and impact of this were especially profound for his closest wife.
She tilted her head slightly, looking at Chen Jun walking beside her, his expression calm. Sunlight outlined his sharply defined profile, and beneath his serene eyes seemed to lie an unfathomable ocean. A surge of emotion, a mixture of boundless gratitude, pride, and fervent love, welled up within her, making her unable to resist moving closer to him. She stood on tiptoe and whispered in his ear, in a voice only the two of them could hear, "Honey... to thank you for saving Dad, and also... to reward my great hero. Tonight, you can choose whatever you want, any 'letter' will do, I promise... I'll cooperate completely."
After she finished speaking, two red clouds instantly rose to her fair cheeks. She shyly rested her head on his arm, gently biting her lower lip with her pearly teeth, her eyes sparkling with alluring charm.
Upon hearing this, a mischievous yet indulgent smile flashed in Chen Jun's eyes. He raised his hand and habitually ruffled An Ran's soft hair, saying in a low voice, "You said it yourself, so you can't go back on your word."
The sweet whispers hadn't faded when a faint, almost imperceptible worry replaced the blush on An Ran's face. She sighed softly, tightening her grip on Chen Jun's arm slightly, her voice lowering, carrying the keenness and helplessness characteristic of a secret agent: "Unfortunately... my sixth sense tells me that these peaceful days for the two of us are probably coming to an end soon. You'll be very busy right away, extremely busy."
Chen Jun was slightly taken aback and glanced at her sideways: "Why do you say that?"
An Ran raised her eyes, looking at him with a complex expression, her tone full of worldly wisdom: "Do I need to analyze this in detail, my silly husband? You just conquered late-stage cancer! This news can't be kept secret. Right now, it's probably not just the domestic medical community, but related circles all over the world are spreading your name at top speed. The name 'Chen Jun' will soon be firmly linked with words like 'miracle,' 'miracle doctor,' and 'conquering cancer.'"
She paused, then quickened her pace, clearly outlining the potential consequences: "Next, you'll be elevated to a pedestal. Top medical forums and academic summits both domestically and internationally will vie to invite you. This isn't just a medical honor; it's a massive, intangible form of political and diplomatic capital. Think about it: how many powerful, incredibly wealthy, or exceptionally intelligent figures in the world are afflicted with terminal illnesses or fear being targeted by disease in the future? To them, a doctor who can treat late-stage cancer is worth as much as a mobile gold mine or a secret army capable of changing the course of events. Do you think the higher-ups will let go of someone like you, a 'divine' resource who dares to snatch people even from the King of Hell?"
An Ran's voice carried a barely perceptible hint of melancholy: "Sigh... My husband is too outstanding, and sometimes that's a sweet burden. I'm afraid that in the future, you'll be traveling all over the world against your will, becoming a 'miracle doctor' for the whole world, and you'll no longer be able to belong entirely to me. It seems that days of being alone in an empty house are inevitable."
Chen Jun was momentarily speechless after hearing this. He had considered the potential impact of showcasing his medical skills, but An Ran's clear and insightful analysis still moved him slightly. She was right; once the title of "miracle doctor" was firmly established, his life trajectory would likely take an unpredictable turn. The abilities of a top soldier might primarily serve national strategy; but the ability to bring the dead back to life was an ultimate power that transcended national borders and was yearned for by all of humanity. Life was destined to never be as "peaceful" as before.
Sure enough, events unfolded in a strikingly similar manner to An Ran's predictions.
Shortly after An Qiang's discharge from the hospital, a closed-door exchange meeting, attended only by the nation's top medical experts, was held in Beijing. President Liu of the First People's Hospital of Donghai City, as the person in charge of the site of the "miracle," was invited to attend with top-secret materials. At the meeting, he played a video that had been rigorously processed and had some sensitive information removed. The video contained key clips of Chen Jun's "ten-minute surgery" on An Qiang, as well as a summary record of the subsequent treatment process, including medicated baths and drug preparation.
After the half-hour video finished playing, the luxurious conference room, which could accommodate nearly a hundred people, was so quiet you could hear a pin drop. All the attendees, whether they were white-haired academicians or leading figures in their fields in their prime, were deeply shocked and lost in thought; many even forgot to breathe.
After a long silence, a highly respected elder in the medical field, seated at the head of the table, slowly spoke, his voice heavy and serious: "Gentlemen, everyone has watched the video. Now, we face a crucial question: Regarding General Chen's... medical miracle, and the treatment concepts and methods involved, should we treat it as a top secret, strictly restricting it to domestic use only for our research and improvement; or... consider disclosing a portion to the international community under appropriate control, or at least allow its influence to spread naturally?"
An elderly traditional Chinese medicine doctor, whose beard was already trembling with excitement, suddenly stood up. His eyes were bright, and his voice trembled with emotion: "I believe that medicine, especially the traditional medical wisdom rooted in our five thousand years of civilization, is fundamentally different from weapons technology! It should benefit all mankind! This success is a godsend, a historic moment to vindicate our traditional Chinese medicine!"
He looked around, his tone growing increasingly resolute: "Just imagine, when the whole world witnesses that doctors from our Yan country, using methods that may combine ancient wisdom with modern technology, have conquered the stubborn fortress of late-stage cancer! When they begin to re-examine and admire our traditional Chinese medicine, our treatment philosophy, and our holistic medical perspective! This is not only a victory for medicine, but also an export of culture, a tremendous boost to national self-confidence! How many years has this broken the monopoly of Western medical discourse? How much soft power has this brought to our country? Its significance is no less than any major scientific and technological breakthrough! This opportunity is once in a lifetime and cannot be missed!"
These words, like a boulder thrown into a calm lake, stirred up a strong resonance. After intense discussion and deliberation, the meeting finally reached a consensus: on the premise of ensuring the safety of core technologies and key details, the landmark event of "Chinese doctors successfully treating advanced pancreatic cancer" and some of the anonymized image data could be disseminated to the international medical community and the public in a controlled manner, so as to highlight the achievements of Chinese medicine and promote international exchange and recognition of traditional medicine.
Thus, an information storm, guided behind the scenes by the government and fueled by the public and academia, began to rapidly brew and spread globally.
Across the ocean, the United States' top medical research institutions and intelligence analysis departments obtained the leaked video clips and analysis reports almost immediately. Initially, skepticism and disdain were the prevailing reactions.
"Can Yanguo cure late-stage cancer? Pancreatic cancer? In just half a month? That's utterly a fantasy! The video is definitely fake, or just exaggerated propaganda!"
"We need a top-notch technical team to perform frame-level analysis and find any possible traces of editing or special effects!"
However, as the most stringent technical tests were released one by one, the voices of the skeptics gradually subsided.
"The analysis report shows that the video has excellent continuity, with no industrial-grade special effects or splicing marks. The surgical scene, instruments, personnel reactions... the details are extremely realistic."
"Focus on the surgical procedure! The surgeon's technique... My God, his stability, precision, and fluidity have exceeded the limits of my understanding! This is not a performance; it is the skill of a master, honed through countless trials and tribulations to perfection! I can assert that in our country, and even in the world, you can find very few surgeons who can rival him in terms of pure technique!"
"If the surgery is real... then what about the subsequent herbal baths and medications... could this be the very power of Traditional Chinese Medicine that they've been claiming to possess, yet which we've long ignored or belittled? Reversing late-stage cancer and significantly improving physiological age in just half a month... if this is true, it will completely overturn the existing paradigm of cancer treatment!"
After the initial shock came a deeper sense of worry and urgency.
"We cannot stand idly by! We must immediately send people to Yan Country to conduct on-site verification! We must find out whether this is a shocking hoax or a genuine medical revolution!"
"Intelligence indicates that not only us, but also the United States, France, the United Kingdom... almost all capable countries are taking action. We must get ahead of the curve!"
The United States is not the only country with the same idea. Within just a few days, government health departments, top medical research institutions, large pharmaceutical groups, and even some well-connected private foundations from multiple countries have sent elite delegations under the guise of "academic exchange," "cooperative research," and "civilian visits," with their sights set on Donghai City in Yan Country.
These representatives conducted a thorough and careful "verification" at the First People's Hospital of Donghai. They reviewed all of An Qiang's authentic medical records (except for some core drug formulas and preparation processes), conducted in-depth interviews with the attending medical staff (within permitted limits), and even "chancely encountered" An Qiang himself, who was practicing Tai Chi in a park and looked more energetic than ever before, through special channels.
When urgent telegrams and top-secret reports were sent back to their respective countries from the East China Sea, they brought not clarification of doubts, but an even stronger, earth-shattering shock!
"Confirmed! The case in Donghai City, Yan Country is true! An Qiang, a patient with advanced pancreatic cancer, has been clinically cured after treatment by a doctor named Chen Jun, and his physiological indicators have significantly improved!"
"The video content is basically true, the surgical technique is superb, and the subsequent traditional Chinese medicine treatment has amazing effects. The mechanism is not yet clear, but the results are irrefutable!"
"My God... the people of Yan have achieved a breakthrough in cancer treatment that we can hardly imagine! They have taken the lead!"
Within days, the global medical community was reeling from a series of massive earthquakes. Leading journals urgently organized special discussions, academic websites were overwhelmed with related papers and speculations, and top oncologists, biologists, and pharmacologists frantically studied the limited information available, attempting to decipher the code of the "Chinese miracle."
At the same time, directives from the foreign and health departments of various countries were swiftly issued:
"Immediately contact the relevant departments in Yan Country and request high-level medical exchanges and cooperation!"
"We must be sincere and humble! We hope to send scholars to learn from us, or invite Dr. Chen Jun to visit, lecture, and provide guidance!"
"We must gain access to the core treatment concepts at all costs! This is crucial for a leap forward in the nation's medical standards and even for our future strategic advantage in biotechnology!"
On the other hand, for hundreds of millions of cancer patients and their families worldwide, and for every ordinary person who worries about their future health, the news that "late-stage cancer is curable" is like the brightest and warmest ray of dawn suddenly illuminating a long, dark night. It quickly transcended the medical realm, becoming a hot topic of discussion across all levels of society. Political giants, business tycoons, academic authorities, celebrities… who wouldn't yearn to connect with such a miraculous doctor who can "reverse life and death"? Who can guarantee that they or their loved ones will never need this miracle?
In an extremely short period of time, Chen Jun's name resonated throughout the world in an unprecedented way. He was no longer just a meritorious soldier of Yan State; overnight, he became the world's most watched, most coveted, and his influence skyrocketed. If he had wanted to, a single live stream could have brought him immense wealth. What he brought was not merely a cure for a terminal illness, but a powerful boost to humanity's fight against the fear of death, regarded by countless people as "the greatest blessing in decades."
Pressure followed.
The entrance to the First People's Hospital of Donghai City has become a new "international focal point." People of different skin colors, speaking different languages, and dressed in various ways, but all with equally anxious eyes, have gathered here. Among them are many distinguished figures surrounded by bodyguards. They are attempting to break through the numerous security and reception procedures set up by the hospital and local authorities.
"We want to see Dr. Chen! The miracle doctor who cures cancer! Please let us see him!"
"Yan is a land of etiquette, and your people are warm and hospitable. Why are you stopping us, who have come from afar seeking help?"
"Please! My father also has late-stage pancreatic cancer, and he needs Dr. Chen's treatment! Time is of the essence!"
"We're willing to pay any price! As long as Dr. Chen is willing to help!"
Cries, pleas, and arguments, mixed with anxious shouts in different languages, echoed at the hospital entrance.
Reporters from various countries who heard the news focused their cameras and microphones on the scene, transmitting the global sensation and yearning sparked by the "miracle doctor" to every corner of the world in real time.
A global storm sparked by medical expertise has only just begun.