Chapter 112: The Best

Just as global public opinion roiled like boiling water, an unexpected "plea for help" pushed the storm to its first climax.

West America, Waboor, Presidential Office.

President Balande, over sixty years old, stared with bloodshot eyes at his only son inside the medical pod.

His son, twenty‑year‑old Barikado, has suffered since birth from an extremely rare hereditary blood disease, in which the body's hematopoietic stem cells periodically self‑destruct.

Over the years, Balande has mobilized every national resource, searched the world's top medical experts, yet the answer has always been the four words "nothing can be done."

Barikado's life hangs on expensive drugs and frequent transfusions.

Now he has entered the final failure stage, his vital signs are weak, and he could die at any moment.

When news of Yanhuang Guo's press conference arrived, the desperate President Balande saw his last lifeline.

"Connect me to the Yanhuang Guo embassy immediately! Now!"

He gave the order to his secretary.

Less than half an hour later, a statement issued through Waboor's official media made a request to Yanhuang Guo.

"I am President Balande of Waboor, and now, as a father, I extend the most sincere appeal to the great Yanhuang Guo government and people.

I earnestly request your nation to provide the Yongyuan Liquid to save my son Barikado's life. For this, I am personally willing to pay any price!"

This statement, mixing national authority with personal emotion, instantly captured global attention.

It is no longer media speculation or public frenzy, but a head of state publicly endorsing Yanhuang Guo's "divine medicine" before the world.

Everyone held their breath, awaiting Yanhuang Guo's response.

This is both the first public verification of the Yongyuan Liquid's authenticity and a test of Yanhuang Guo's stance.

Yingjiang Guo, inside the hundred‑hall oval office.

President Weier's face turned ashen as he watched the news on the screen; he had just been discussing with his staff how to steer public opinion to label the Yongyuan Liquid a "century‑long scam."

"Damned Balande! That fool! He's just delivering results to the Yanhuang people!"

Weier growled angrily, slamming a document onto the desk.

Yet he was powerless.

He could not stop a desperate father from seeking help for his son.

Soon, the Yanhuang Guo Ministry of Foreign Affairs responded.

It was still Shuang Ge, standing at the podium, his expression mixing just‑right sympathy with authority.

"We have received the request from President Balande, and we deeply sympathize with Barikado's plight.

As a responsible great power, Yanhuang Guo has always upheld humanitarian spirit, and we are very willing to extend a helping hand."

These words sparked worldwide acclaim, showcasing the benevolence of a great nation.

However, what Shuang Ge said next made every politician and capitalist instantly smell blood.

"However, the development and production of Yongyuan Liquid have consumed massive resources of our country. In the spirit of fair trade, we will not accept any form of monetary payment."

He paused, his gaze fixed on the camera, speaking to the leaders of other nations worldwide.

"In exchange, we hope Waboor will transfer the exclusive ten‑year mining rights of its lithium deposits to our country, and we will not take advantage of you; the Yongyuan Liquid we produce can be supplied to you first."

"Boom!"

These words caused a shock even greater than the stir when Yongyuan Liquid's creation was announced among world leaders.

Well, folks, no more theatrics; they put the demand straight on the table.

Know that Waboor's lithium is the world's largest proven reserve with the highest quality!

It is the most crucial strategic resource for the upcoming new‑energy era.

Its value exceeds tens of billions of dollars!

Yanhuang Guo is not doing charity at all.

They are using lives, exploiting humanity's primal survival instinct, to conduct a naked, unabashed century‑long harvest!

"Madmen! They are literally madmen!"

President Weier trembled with anger, "This is robbery! This is the new‑era colonialism!"

Yet the world's gaze focused on this tiny nation of Waboor.

Will President Balande agree?

But he gave his answer in under three hours.

All Waboor citizens agreed to every term.

A day later, under the full supervision of observers from the International Medical Association, the World Health Organization and other third‑party international bodies, a special aircraft from Yanhuang Guo landed in Waboor's capital.

After polite exchanges and signing the lithium‑mining transfer rights, Yanhuang Guo's medical team began injecting Yongyuan Liquid into Barikado.

Twenty‑four hours later, a medical report signed off by all observers was made public.

All of Barikado's ailments vanished.

His blood‑test indicators were more perfect than those of the healthiest young people.

The once‑dying youth could now walk, tightly embrace his father, and weep with joy.

The video spread worldwide, leaving no further doubts.

"Yongyuan Liquid" is real!

The world, utterly insane.

The stock prices of major global pharma giants plummeted in unison, as if hit by an avalanche.

In just one day, their market capitalizations evaporated by over a trillion dollars.

Countless factories shut down, and countless pharmaceutical representatives lost their jobs.

An old medical empire, before Yongyuan Liquid, is so fragile it cannot withstand a blow.

Immediately after, actions within Yanhuang Guo poured a ladle of scorching oil onto the fire.

The National Medical Insurance Bureau, together with the Ministry of Health, issued a notice:

"Yongyuan Liquid (Therapeutic Version) is officially incorporated into the national medical system. Each vial is priced at 98,000 Yanhuang Currency. Moreover, most patients with rare or hereditary diseases can also enjoy high medical‑insurance reimbursements."

On the official websites of major public hospitals, the ordering channels were instantly overwhelmed. Countless domestic patients and their families wept with joy, because for less than a hundred thousand yuan they could purchase the "Divine Medicine" that cures all ailments.

The stark contrast left the mindset of people worldwide completely unbalanced.

"How dare they! How can Yanhuang people cure all diseases by spending over ten thousand dollars? And we have to exchange our national resources for it?"

"What is our government doing? Why can't we have Yongyuan Liquid and develop better medicines?"

"Down with the incompetent leaders! We want health! We want to survive!"

Large numbers of terminal patients and their families took to the streets, blockading their own government's headquarters, clashing with security forces, demanding that the authorities spare no expense to purchase Yongyuan Liquid from Yanhuang Guo.

The sparks of social unrest were ignited worldwide in an instant.

In the President's office of Yingjiang Guo, President Wil smashed a beloved antique vase to pieces on the floor.

The Intelligence Department knows nothing about the development process of Yongyuan Liquid, and the medical advisory team is at a loss when faced with the pharmacological report released by Yanhuang Guo.

He now faces a massive number of patients on the brink of overwhelming the country, as well as distress calls from allies.

Meanwhile, in the capital of Yanhuang Guo.

Qin Hao and Luo Lao were leisurely sipping tea, watching the scrolling chaotic news from around the world on the screen.

Luo Lao set down his teacup and said leisurely:

"This appetizer tastes good. I just don't know whether they'll come to eat it."

Qin Hao smiled, a flash of brilliance flickering in his eyes.

"They will not only eat it, but scramble to eat it, fearing they'll be too slow."

He lifted his teacup, gently blew on it, and said, "Moreover, the first batch of the neutered version of the Combat Enhancement Module has already been produced."