Chapter 58: Breakthrough in the Medical Field

Old Zhang, for the upcoming business negotiations, you need to put more effort on your side.

The specific cooperation terms, the boundaries of technology transfer, and the price all need to be handled well. Professional matters should still be left to professionals to handle.

"Hmm!" Zhang Yunfeng nodded, a smile on his face.

Those youngsters from the Ministry of Commerce have been ready to roll up their sleeves. After holding it in for so many years, they can finally sit down with those foreigners to talk business, and they're more motivated than anyone.

He shifted the conversation, looking toward Luo Lao:

"However, for this negotiation's ultimate goal, have the higher-ups given a clear directive? Are we aiming for maximum profit, or……"

"Of course there is. Making money is secondary." Luo Lao waved his hand.

"What we want is to completely smash that invisible blockade chain led by the Eagle Sauce aimed at us."

"To make them dismantle, one by one, the unequal technological barriers and trade terms imposed on us over the past few decades."

"We want to return to a normal, equal, mutually respectful international trade environment." Luo Lao's tone was calm, but each word carried weight.

"Whoever wants to cooperate can, as long as they show sincerity."

"Whoever still wants to play petty tricks behind the Eagle Sauce's back, don't blame us for not even giving them soup. This time, we're going to carve out at least ten years of development space."

"I understand." Zhang Yunfeng solemnly agreed.

……

Just as the Ministry of Commerce's negotiation experts were engaging in verbal sparring with delegations from around the world at the negotiating table, striving to secure ten years of development space for Yanhuang Guo,

Another revolution capable of changing the course of human history was quietly brewing in an unassuming laboratory.

Yanhuang Guo National Medical Research Institute, inside the P4 bio lab.

At this moment the atmosphere was solemn, the air filled with the scent of disinfectant and the faint ozone unique to operating equipment.

Dozens of researchers in white sterile garments were holding their breath, focusing intently on a massive holographic projection screen in the central control area.

On the screen, a complex three-dimensional human circulatory system made of countless microscopic particles was slowly flowing.

Among them, some ugly, constantly proliferating cancer cell clusters were emitting an ominous dark red glow.

"Liu Lao, the Sentinel No. 3 injection simulation program has been activated."

A young researcher reported, his voice dry from nervousness.

Referred to as "Liu Lao," he was the project's overall leader, Academician Liu Aihua, over sixty years old.

His hair was white, but his eyes were bright and sharp.

He didn't speak, merely gave a slight nod, his wrinkled hands gripping tightly the edge of the control panel before him.

As the simulation program started, countless tiny blue light points representing nanorobots were injected into the simulated bloodstream on the screen.

"Target entered the bloodstream, begin autonomous search!"

"Locked onto the cancerous region, the first batch of sentinels has reached the lung lesion."

"Swarm algorithm activated, begin pheromone marking!"

Everyone present had their hearts in their throats.

They saw that the blue light points, upon reaching the lesion area, did not launch an attack immediately, but instead, like a pack of well-trained hunting dogs, quickly dispersed,

encircling the entire tumor area and releasing a virtual "pheromone," precisely marking each cancer cell.

"Marking complete! Eraser program activated!"

At the moment the order was given, a miracle occurred.

Those blue nanorobots seemed to have been given life.

They turned into billions of "divine soldiers" in the microscopic world, precisely lunging at the marked dark-red cancer cells.

They did not use violent physical destruction; instead, like a set of precise keys, they opened the cancer cells' membranes, injected a special enzyme, inducing the cells to undergo apoptosis and break down.

The whole process was clean and swift.

Even more astonishing, the healthy cells adjacent to the cancer cells remained completely unharmed throughout the process, suffering no interference whatsoever.

The nanorobots seemed to have grown eyes, perfectly avoiding all friendly forces.

"We're going to succeed……" a young female researcher covered her mouth, her eyes glistening with tears.

Her father had died of lung cancer three years earlier.

"Lung lesion…… clearance rate 98.7%!"

"Liver metastatic lesion…… clearance rate 99.1%!"

"Lymphatic system disseminated cells…… clearance rate 99.4%!"

One after another, near-perfect numbers leapt out of the supercomputer and appeared on the screen.

The entire lab first fell into a deathly silence, then erupted with cheers like a mountain‑shaking, sea‑roaring tide.

"We succeeded! We succeeded!"

"Liu Lao! We did it!"

Several young researchers could no longer contain their emotions, embracing each other excitedly, laughing and jumping.

Years of repression and countless sleepless nights of hard work, at this moment all turned into tears of joy.

Academician Liu Aihua finally loosened his clenched grip, leaned on the control panel, sat down slowly, and let out a long breath.

That breath carried away all his fatigue.

He looked at the tissue model on the screen that had regained a healthy hue, and his eye sockets grew moist.

"I'm curious—where did the state get these advanced technical materials? Why hadn't we heard of them before?" a researcher's puzzlement arose.

"Why are you worrying about this? The higher-ups haven't said anything; it's definitely classified information. We just need to do our own jobs. If you keep asking, you might be treated as a spy!"

Another person frowned, and after speaking, gave that person an up‑and‑down glance.

He thought about whether to go report this colleague.

That researcher, upon hearing this, fell silent at once; the previous major investigation was still vivid in his mind.

He didn't want to cause trouble for himself.

At that moment, a doctor surnamed Chen, suppressing his excitement, ran to Liu Aihua's side:

"Liu Lao, the simulation success rate is as high as 99%, and there are almost no side effects! This... this is practically a miracle in medical history!"

"Yes," Liu Aihua raised her head, the excitement on her face quickly replaced by solemnity, "but simulation is ultimately just simulation. No matter how perfect the program, it can't compare to an actual treatment."

He stood up, his gaze sweeping over everyone present, and spoke slowly:

"Cancer cells are the Sword of Damocles hanging over all humanity's heads. Every year, millions of our compatriots lose their lives to it in pain and despair. Now we have in our hands a weapon to cut that sword."

The laboratory instantly fell silent, and everyone looked at him.

"We can't wait any longer; I demand that all experimental data and simulation reports be submitted immediately!

Apply to launch the first batch of clinical trials, nationwide, recruiting those cancer patients in the terminal stage whom hospitals have already sentenced to death."

He paused, then said word by word:

"We must act quickly to give them, and other patients, a hope of life!"

"I agree!"

"I also agree!"

Everyone nodded in agreement.

Liu Aihua turned and walked to the encrypted phone, picking up the receiver.