novelslam Chapter 7: Cancer Cured! A wealthy beggar!
Chapter 7: Cancer Cured! A wealthy beggar!
Representative Zhao's statement, "targeting all cancers," was like a silent edict, freezing the entire executive meeting room at the United Nations European Headquarters in a state of emergency.
All the representatives present, regardless of their country of origin or political views, were stripped of their diplomatic identities and reduced to their most basic human forms.
They are sons, daughters, husbands, and fathers.
Their relatives, friends, and even themselves may be shrouded in the shadow of "cancer".
In the dead silence, the first to break down was the representative from France.
He was a gentleman nearing sixty, but at this moment he could no longer maintain his elegance.
He abruptly stood up from his seat, the chair scraping against the floor with a piercing shriek.
"Mr. Zhao!" His voice trembled violently with excitement, almost changing tone.
"Are you serious? All cancers? Including... including pancreatic cancer?"
This question reflects the sentiments of everyone.
Representative Zhao's gaze fell on him, still with that calm demeanor, and he simply nodded slightly.
A nod.
It's an incredibly simple action.
Fran's body swayed violently. He reached out as if to grab onto something for support, but grasped nothing.
His assistant quickly stepped forward to support him.
This man, known for his sharp tongue on the diplomatic stage, covered his face with his hands, his shoulders shaking uncontrollably, and he let out a suppressed, involuntary sob.
His wife was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer three months ago.
The suppressed sobs were like a signal.
The conference room was instantly filled with heavy breathing.
Some people took out handkerchiefs to wipe away the tears that kept flowing, while others put their hands together in front of their foreheads and murmured to themselves, as if they were praying to the gods.
hope!
At this moment, it is no longer an ethereal vocabulary.
Instead, it transformed into real, sweet rain, irrigating the parched and cracked hearts of everyone.
Jason sat frozen in his chair, watching the scene spiral out of control, feeling as if he were in the middle of an absurd drama.
The stage he had meticulously planned to attack and humiliate his opponents was now being used to stage a sacred drama of the descent of a savior.
Representative Zhao ignored the commotion in the meeting room. He simply picked up the cup of tea, which had already cooled down, and took another sip.
His movements were unhurried and deliberate, forming a stark contrast to the jubilation and excitement around him.
Finally, US representative Jason snapped out of his daze.
He knew he had to do something to salvage the situation, even if it was futile.
"This is impossible!" He slammed his hand on the table and stood up, his voice sharp due to the intense emotional turmoil.
"This is a lie! Conquering all cancers? This is an insult to modern science! You can't produce any evidence!"
He tried to regain control of the discourse by questioning others and calm everyone down.
However, this time, no one listened to him anymore.
"Shut up, Jason!" an angry voice interrupted him.
The speaker was the representative of Germany, a man known for his rigor and rigidity.
He stood up and stared at Jensen with an almost hateful look.
"Until you have evidence to prove this is a lie, every word you utter is extinguishing the hope of hundreds of millions of patients worldwide!"
"That's right! What we need now is confirmation, not unfounded accusations!"
"China must release the details as soon as possible! This is a treasure for all mankind!"
"I demand an immediate adjournment! I need to report this news back home immediately!"
The entire venue erupted in cheers, and all the delegates stood up, their emotions running high.
The so-called conference agenda and international etiquette were shattered in the face of the news of "conquering all cancers".
No one paid any more attention to the ridiculous giant chicken photo, nor did anyone heed Jason's weak and feeble accusations.
Only one thing remained on their minds: medicine!
Seeing this, Representative Zhao slowly put down his teacup and then stood up.
Everyone fell silent instantly, their eyes meeting.
Representative Zhao spoke slowly, his voice still calm and gentle.
There is an old Chinese saying: "You have to eat one bite at a time, and walk one step at a time."
"Our official agencies will release information about this matter to the world through official channels at an appropriate time."
After saying that, he nodded slightly and turned to leave.
No explanation, no proof, no promises.
This almost arrogant attitude, instead of angering everyone, actually increased the credibility of the "major breakthrough".
Only liars are eager to prove themselves.
"Mr. Zhao! Please wait!"
A man dressed in a white robe and wearing a distinctive headscarf, accompanied by two tall attendants, quickly blocked Representative Zhao's path.
He is Prince Abdullah, the representative of the United Arab Emirates.
A man whose wealth was truly comparable to that of a nation.
He wasn't as agitated or out of control as the others, but his deep, hawk-like eyes revealed an unspoken urgency.
"Mr. Zhao." Abdullah's voice was deep and powerful. He waved for his attendants to step back, then took a step forward and lowered his voice.
"Our country hopes to be among the first... nations to receive the 'Gospel'."
He was very particular about his words, not saying "buy," but using "obtain" and "gospel."
Representative Zhao stopped and looked at him quietly.
"Your Highness, as I said, this is a blessing for all mankind, and China will not keep it to itself."
"I understand." Abdullah nodded eagerly, even bowing slightly, a very rare gesture.
"But I am not making this request in the name of the nation. I am making it in the name of a son."
His voice trembled slightly.
"My father, the king of our country, was diagnosed with late-stage liver cancer two months ago. The best doctors in the world are helpless."
This prince, who wields immense influence in the Middle East, has now shed all pretense.
"Money is not a problem. Oil, natural gas, all our investments in China, and even energy supply agreements for the next fifty years—we can discuss them right now."
He held up two fingers.
"We are willing to add another 20% to the international crude oil price to provide your country with exclusive supply."
In the conference room, the delegates who had been eavesdropping all gasped in shock.
What an insane price!
This is no longer a commercial purchase; it's using a nation's economic lifeline to exchange for a ticket to survival!
Representative Zhao looked at him but did not answer immediately.
He raised his head, his gaze passing through the Donla representative and landing on the huge curtain not far away.
The image on the screen hadn't changed yet; it was still the same young man pushing a handcart.
In the photo, Chen You is dressed simply, with a look of confusion and tension that seems out of place in the magnificent yet turbulent conference hall.
However, this ordinary young man has shaken up the entire world order.
Representative Zhao withdrew his gaze and looked back at Representative Dongla, whose face was full of anticipation.
"Your Highness, your filial piety is truly touching."
His voice softened.
"But this is not a transaction that can be measured in money. Life is priceless."
Abdullah swayed, overwhelmed by immense disappointment.
"So... there's no room for negotiation?"
"No." Representative Zhao raised his hand and gently patted his arm.
"What I mean is, this method is unnecessary. Please have your country's embassy contact our relevant departments through formal diplomatic channels."
He paused, then added.
"We will prioritize and do our best to provide humanitarian assistance."
While no concrete commitments were made, the words "priority consideration" and "humanitarian aid" were like heavenly music!
Abdullah's eyes lit up instantly. He grabbed Representative Zhao's hand and said excitedly, "Thank you! Thank you, my friend! China will always be Dongla's friend!"
Representative Zhao smiled and nodded, withdrew his hand, and continued walking outside.
He stopped at the window at the end of the corridor.
Outside the window, the lake shimmered, and the distant mountains gleamed with a sacred light under the sun.
Zhao gazed at the scenery outside the window for a long time before slowly speaking.
It sounded like a soliloquy, yet also like an announcement.
"The game has only just begun."