bioinnovel Chapter 101 A Medical Miracle? No, an Industrial Miracle
Chapter 101 A Medical Miracle? No, an Industrial Miracle
"Do you have any boxed lunches?!"
That shout, full of energy and with tremendous penetrating power, created an absurd and lively atmosphere in what should have been a solemn and dignified medical press conference.
The echoes still reverberated within the deep "artificial starry sky" of the dome.
Although Bai Che had already left like a scumbag, the mess was still left on stage.
The reporters, seemingly still reeling from the miracle, instinctively flashed their cameras wildly at the middle-aged man sitting shirtless in the medical pod, shouting that he was hungry.
Zhao Tiezui was dazzled by the lights and instinctively raised his hand to shield his face, cursing under his breath, "What are you filming for! I'm here for treatment, not to be a panda! Um... nurse? doctor? There's really no food? People are starving!"
Although his shriveled belly was now flat, it was emitting a thunderous "grumbling" sound, which was clearly transmitted around the world through the microphone that he hadn't removed yet.
"Here they come! Make way! Everyone, make way!"
At the side door, Wang Tao's voice was hoarse from shouting.
The spokesperson for Zero Boundary Technology was completely unpresentable at this moment. His tie was askew, he was sweating profusely, and he was directing a dozen burly security personnel to force a path through the packed media area.
What they were pushing was neither emergency medicine nor sophisticated equipment.
Instead, there were five stainless steel insulated food trucks emitting plumes of steam.
This was the "strategic material" that Bai Che had specifically instructed about before entering the site. At the time, Wang Tao thought Bai Che had gone mad—why bring a food truck to treat cancer? Now it seems that he was truly a genius; every step he took was meticulously planned.
"Sizzle—sizzle—sizzle—"
As if hearing the rallying cry of "Dinner's here," the pressure valves of the other nine medical pods popped open simultaneously.
This scene was both bizarre and spectacular.
The nine critically ill patients, who should have been too weak to even lift their eyelids, sat up straight in unison, like robots programmed to do so.
There was no confusion, no weak groans.
The moment the hatch opened, all eighteen eyes simultaneously emitted a vibrant green light—the most primal predatory instincts awakened in creatures under extreme energy depletion.
That look sent chills down the spines of several timid female reporters in the front row, who instinctively shrank back.
"Warning. The subject's energy reserves have reached their limit. Current remaining energy: 0.1%."
Fuxi's cold, mechanical voice rang out at the opportune moment, devoid of emotion, filled only with data.
"Strong hunger signals detected. Immediate replenishment of high-calorie carbohydrates and high-quality protein is recommended. Otherwise... they may start gnawing on the interior of the medical bay."
This last addition clearly carries Bai Che's unique, quirky coding style.
Su Wanqing stood in the center of the stage, listening to Fuxi's report through her earpiece, and rubbed her temples helplessly. She waved to Wang Tao: "Serve the meal."
"Stop! Stop!!!"
Just as Wang Tao was about to lift the lid of the food cart, a shrill roar rang out.
Smith, the Harvard genius expert who was now a disheveled mess, suddenly broke through the security guards' blockade with some unknown strength, and stood in front of the food cart like a martyr with his arms outstretched.
His eyes were bloodshot, and he hysterically roared at Su Wanqing, "Madmen! You bunch of Eastern madmen!"
"You just performed this...this so-called surgery on their digestive tract! Their intestines are thinner than paper! The mucous membranes are congested! Even a sip of warm water could cause spasms!"
Smith pointed at the patients staring at the food cart like ravenous wolves, his voice trembling: "You're actually going to feed them? Solid food? This is murder! This is absolutely murder! Change their IV fluids immediately! Immediately!!"
The Western media behind him, like sharks smelling blood, all turned their cameras to focus on this scene.
If Zero Boundary Technology really does cause a patient's sudden death at the last minute due to improper diet, then this is still a medical accident! This is still an anti-scientific farce!
The atmosphere at the scene became tense once again.
Despite Smith's roar, Su Wanqing didn't even raise an eyebrow.
She simply watched this Western elite on the verge of collapse with a cold indifference, as if she were watching a clown performance.
"Move aside," Su Wanqing said calmly.
"I won't let them! I'm a doctor! It's my responsibility to stop this atrocity!" Smith gripped the food cart handle tightly, his knuckles turning white.
"A doctor?" Su Wanqing sneered, using a mocking smile she'd picked up from Bai Che—a smile that was enough to infuriate anyone. "Before you start pointing fingers with your outdated textbooks, can you at least get your facts straight?"
She raised her right hand and snapped her fingers crisply.
"Fuxi, tell this Harvard graduate what level our patient's digestive system is currently at."
"Yes, mistress."
Fuxi's voice resounded throughout the entire venue, carrying an unquestionable sense of authority.
"The scan shows that the entire digestive system has been remodeled. The density of the stomach wall muscle has increased by 300%, the concentration of gastric acid has increased by 20%, the efficiency of intestinal peristalsis is 3 times that of normal people, and the activity of various digestive enzymes is at its peak."
"Conclusion: The current digestive capacity is rated as S. Theoretically, even if the subject swallowed a pebble, its surface could be corroded within four hours."
The entire audience erupted in uproar.
He can digest swallowed stones?! And he calls himself a patient?!
"Nonsense! Complete nonsense!" Smith refused to believe it. "Data can be fabricated! Physiological structures can't mutate!"
"Wang Tao, open the lid." Su Wanqing was too lazy to say anything more.
Wang Tao had been waiting impatiently for a long time. Upon hearing this, he chuckled and suddenly lifted the lid of the first food cart.
Whoosh—!
A rich, domineering, and aggressively pungent aroma of meat instantly exploded in the venue, accompanied by white steam, filling the space with a cool, high-tech feel.
Everyone craned their necks.
There was no millet porridge as I had imagined, nor any light and nutritious paste.
That was a pile of braised pork belly, as big as a small mountain, with a bright red color and a good mix of lean and fat!
There were also stacks of wrist-thick double cheeseburgers, whole chicken legs fried to a golden brown and crispy, and even several large bottles of sparkling soda!
This is hardly the kind of meal service you'd expect in an ICU ward.
This is a self-service food cart at the entrance of a construction site! And it's the top-of-the-line version!
"Oh my god..." Smith looked at the trembling, flabby flesh, feeling a wave of nausea wash over him. He gave a bitter laugh, "High in oil, high in salt, high in sugar... Feed this to a late-stage stomach cancer patient who just had surgery? Just one bite... just one bite and he'll vomit violently! He might even go into shock on the spot!"
"Just you wait! This is proof of murder—"
boom!
A muffled thud interrupted Smith's prediction.
A dark shadow "popped" out of the medical pod next to it.
That's right, it popped up.
Zhao Tiezui didn't even take the steps. He used one hand to support himself on the two-meter-high cabin edge and jumped down like a nimble gorilla. When he landed, his knees were slightly bent, and he was as steady as Mount Tai.
He didn't even glance at the Harvard expert blocking his way, but simply reached out and shoved Smith aside with disdain.
"Get out of my way! You're blocking my way!"
Smith, a tall man of 1.8 meters, was so easily shoved by Zhao Tiezui that he staggered back several steps like a paper doll and fell to the ground with a thud.
The next second, under the gaze of 3.5 billion eyes around the world, Zhao Tiezui grabbed a piece of braised pork that was still dripping with broth.
There was no chewing slowly or being careful.
He opened his mouth wide and shoved it in.
"Ugh—!"
Everyone's hearts were in their throats, and Smith was staring intently at his throat, waiting for the gag reflex to occur.
however.
Zhao Tiezui simply closed his eyes, chewed twice with an expression of enjoyment, and then his Adam's apple bobbed.
Gudong.
He swallowed that huge piece of meat whole.
Immediately afterwards, this anti-fan leader, who had just returned from the brink of death, suddenly opened his eyes, gave the camera a greasy thumb, and uttered a curse:
"Holy crap! This smells amazing!!"
This exclamation is more convincing than any medical report.
boom--!
It was as if it were a signal.
The remaining nine patients could no longer contain themselves.
"Leave some for me!"
"I want a hamburger! The double one!"
"Coke! Open a bottle of Coke for me!"
The "critically ill patients" who should have been lying in bed receiving oxygen were now rushing out of the medical pods with incredible speed, engaging in a fierce battle for control of the food trucks.
Firefighter Zhang Li was even more exaggerated. He was holding two fried chicken legs in his left hand, a hamburger in his right hand, and half a pizza in his mouth. He was eating with his mouth full of oil, and his cheeks were bulging like a hamster.
Smith slumped to the ground, staring blankly at the group of "starving ghosts."
No vomiting.
There was no gastric perforation.
There were no painful spasms.
As they consumed large amounts of food, the group's complexions visibly became rosy, and their skin, which had been somewhat shriveled due to "energy depletion," quickly became plump and firm, like an inflated balloon.
You can even see the muscle lines on Zhang Li's arms trembling slightly with each chew.
This is simply magic.
The efficiency with which food is converted into energy is so fast that it defies the laws of physics!
"The last piece of meat! Mine!"
Zhao Tiezui reacted quickly, reaching out to grab the last piece of braised pork on the plate.
Just as his fingertips were about to touch it, a gust of wind swept in.
Zhang Li, who was standing on the outside happily devouring a hamburger, suddenly shoved the food in his mouth and sprinted forward. Instead of pushing his way through, he executed a standard tactical side roll just before crashing into the food cart.
He slid close to the ground, avoiding Zhao Tiezui's arm, and then, supporting himself with one hand, performed a powerful and explosive backflip.
Snapped.
The braised pork belly landed steadily in Zhang Li's hands.
The entire room fell silent.
Even the others who were fighting over the food were stunned.
Zhang Li awkwardly held the meat, looked at the dumbfounded stares around him, scratched his head, and chuckled sheepishly, "Professional habit...professional habit...um, this piece is mine, okay?"
After saying that, he swallowed it in one gulp.
Is this a patient?
That skill, that reaction speed—not to mention the patient, even among the fully armed security personnel on site, very few could do that!
If eating meat earlier proved that their internal organs were fine, then this series of fluid tactical movements completely proved that their limb functions had not only recovered, but were even... stronger than before their illness!
This scene was broadcast live in high definition and without delay to every corner of the world.
The comments in various live stream rooms changed drastically during this one-minute "mukbang".
I was just scrolling through the comments section with messages like "May there be no pain in heaven," "Terrifying," and "I'm so scared," when I was suddenly overwhelmed by another emotion.
"?????????"
"I came here to see a medical miracle, and you've shown me a mukbang?!"
"Damn, this makes me hungry! I ordered braised pork takeout in the middle of the night too!"
"That's late-stage stomach cancer! And this person has a better appetite than me? And their rolling and tumbling skills are better than mine? I feel like I'm the one who should be in the ICU!"
"This is outrageous! Zero Boundary Technology is amazing! This isn't just treatment, it's a complete overhaul! I want to lie down there too, and could you also fix my nearsightedness while you're at it?"
The suffocating sense of despair and fear that had been hanging over cancer was completely dispelled at this moment by the way this group of people wolfed down their food and the greasy look on their mouths.
Fear stems from the unknown and from weakness.
But when a "terminal patient" is willing to do a backflip to grab a piece of meat, fear becomes a joke.
In the VIP section.
Bruce Wilson, the Nobel laureate and chief consultant of Pfizer who had been proud all his life, seemed to have been drained of his last bit of strength.
He looked at Zhao Tiezui on the stage, his face covered in sauce, clinking glasses with someone while holding up a Coke bottle, and let out a long sigh.
That sigh no longer contained the previous arrogance or anger, but only a deep sense of powerlessness.
"Professor..." the assistant said carefully, holding the notebook. "What data do we need to record? For example... calorie intake?"
Bruce waved his hand, smiled wryly, and pointed to the stage: "Remember what? Remember how many calories are in that hamburger?"
He slowly stood up, straightened his expensive suit, but his back view looked particularly desolate.
"Don't look at it from a medical perspective, child."
Bruce turned away, no longer looking at the ironic scene, and strode heavily toward the exit.
"This is not a cure, this is a rebuild."
"Just as that young man said..." Bruce's deep voice echoed in the ears of his disciples, "From this day forward, medicine is no longer God's mercy."
"This... is an industrial miracle."
Side view of the stage.
Su Wanqing's shoulders, which had been taut, finally collapsed.
As she watched the group of "hungry ghosts" lick the food cart clean, even pulling Wang Tao aside to ask if there was a second round, a smile finally broke out on her previously cold face.
It was a smile of relief, but also a smile tinged with pride.
Although that bastard had stolen all the limelight and then dumped the mess on her.
But we have to admit...
That ending was fucking awesome.
On the big screen, Fuxi displayed the final line of the press conference, not a serious medical conclusion, but a summary full of Bai Che's style:
[Energy replenished. Subject's status: Fully recovered.]
The camera zooms out.
The image freezes on the moment when ten recovered patients raise their Coca-Cola bottles in a toast. Behind them, the expensive instruments that once represented the pinnacle of human medicine, but were rendered useless in this press conference, seem so superfluous and so absurd.
That night, Zero Boundary Technology not only kicked open the gates of death.
They even dragged Death into the house and treated it to a greasy braised pork meal.