Chapter 83 A Miracle? No, this is a Judgment!
The Golden Hall was deathly silent.
A deathly silence so profound that even breathing seemed noisy, so quiet you could hear a pin drop.
Time was forcibly frozen.
Hundreds of eyes from around the world reflected the same image that was overturning everything they had learned in their lives.
The boy whose life had been completely abandoned by modern medicine, his life curve reduced to a hopeless straight line.
He opened his eyes.
On the electrocardiogram monitor, the cold, straight line suddenly jumped upwards after a weak pacing!
Beep—
The sudden sound, like a thunderclap, cleaved through the stagnant air.
Immediately afterwards.
Beep...beep...beep...
That slow yet steady rhythm, one beat after another, outlines the arc of life.
This is no longer a cold, electronic sound.
This is heavenly music!
It is the tolling of death's bell!
"Oh my God!"
A startled cry, like something out of a dream, ignited the powder keg.
The entire hall instantly erupted in excitement!
"Heartbeat! Heartbeat is back!"
"He's alive! He's really alive!"
"This is not a miracle! This is a divine intervention!"
Professor Anderson and his team rushed toward the boy Tom like madmen, their arrogance completely washed away, leaving only primal fanaticism and shock.
Stethoscope, blood pressure monitor, pupil pen...
Each test result was like a heavy hammer blow, smashing their proud medical knowledge to pieces.
"Heart rate 60, blood pressure rising, blood oxygen saturation 92%... God, all the data is returning to normal!" A young assistant's voice trembled, almost bursting into tears of joy.
The flashbulbs went off like crazy, illuminating the entire stage as bright as day.
Reporters crowded together, shouting and pushing forward desperately to capture this historic moment.
Meanwhile, in the seats of the Chinese delegation, several elderly traditional Chinese medicine doctors, whose faces had previously flushed red from being looked down upon, were now weeping uncontrollably.
They clapped loudly, their palms turning red, as if pouring all the grievances of their lives and the pride of this moment into the thunderous applause.
Their gazes were fixed intently on the slender yet upright figure on the stage.
That is the true backbone of Chinese medicine, which has been lost for a long time!
In the heart of this hustle and bustle, Su Wanqing remained unusually calm.
She retrieved the last silver needle and slowly and meticulously wiped its body with a clean white handkerchief, as if she were merely brushing away a tiny speck of dust.
Her gaze pierced through the frenzied crowd and the shimmering sea of lights.
It hit the person in the audience with pinpoint accuracy.
Lin Huaiyuan.
His face was beyond ugly; it was a livid color, a mixture of horror, rage, and resentment.
The elegant and composed mask of elite he wore cracked inch by inch in the face of undeniable miracle.
His meticulously planned scheme to humiliate traditional Chinese medicine and coerce Su Wanqing turned into a grand ceremony to crown her.
It was he who personally elevated Su Wanqing to a divine status!
This outcome was more humiliating and devastating to him than being killed outright.
Just then, Professor Anderson strode up to Su Wanqing.
This top American expert, who had previously been arrogant to the core, now had only pure excitement and shame on his face.
He didn't say a word.
Instead, he bowed deeply to Su Wanqing at a ninety-degree angle.
"sorry."
His voice was hoarse, and every word came from the bottom of his heart.
"Ms. Su, I extend my highest respect and deepest apologies to you and to the great Chinese medicine of China for my previous ignorance, arrogance and prejudice!"
Su Wanqing accepted his bow calmly, her voice cool and clear.
"Medicine is for saving lives, not for dividing people into camps."
One sentence made Professor Anderson so ashamed that he wanted to disappear.
He straightened up, his gaze fixed intently on Su Wanqing, and asked impatiently, "Miss Su, what you just did is completely beyond my comprehension. May I ask how you...?"
His question is also the question in everyone's mind.
The noisy hall fell silent once more.
Everyone held their breath, waiting for this Eastern woman who had created a miracle to reveal the mystery.
Lin Huaiyuan forced himself back from the brink of collapse. He stared intently at the Su Mansion, refusing to believe that there were any forces in this world that science couldn't explain! This must be some kind of coincidence, or some kind of stimulation therapy he was unaware of!
Su Wanqing didn't even look at Anderson; her gaze remained fixed on Lin Huaiyuan.
She suddenly smiled.
The smile was faint, yet it carried a chilling coldness.
"Want to know the principle?"
Her voice wasn't loud, but it reached everyone's ears clearly.
"It's very simple."
She didn't explain what "qi" or "meridians" meant.
She simply raised her hand and pointed to the pool of black blood on the ground, frozen into frost and radiating a chilling aura.
"Because what this child has is not an illness at all."
"It's poison."
boom!
One stone stirs up a thousand waves!
"What does that mean?"
"Not a disease, but a poison? Or is it man-made?"
The audience erupted in chaos!
Su Wanqing took a step forward, and the invisible pressure she exuded made Lin Huaiyuan on the stage subconsciously take a half step back.
"I'm very curious."
Her voice was like ice, each word like a knife.
"This vicious substance called 'Mysterious Ice Fiend' has been lost for hundreds of years. It can only be refined by a person with profound cultivation. Who would use such a vicious method to deal with an eight-year-old child?"
The color drained from Lin Huaiyuan's face in an instant.
Su Wanqing's gaze was so sharp it seemed to pierce through his soul.
She took another step closer.
"What I'm more curious about is how your Global Health Group 'coincidentally' found this child afflicted with the 'Mysterious Ice Curse' among billions of people worldwide?"
"And how did he 'coincidentally' end up being brought to this venue specifically designed to suppress traditional Chinese medicine?"
"Mr. Lin."
Su Wanqing stopped and stood in front of Lin Huaiyuan, asking the most piercing question, word by word.
"Can you tell me, where do so many 'coincidences' come from in this world?"
Not a single accusation was made, yet every word was an accusation!
All eyes instantly shifted from Su Wanqing to Lin Huaiyuan, whose face was deathly pale.
That gaze was filled with suspicion, scrutiny, and undisguised contempt!
To use a child's life as a pretext for business competition?!
This is not just a decline in medical ethics, it's the complete loss of humanity!
"You...you're spouting nonsense!"
For the first time, Lin Huaiyuan lost all composure, his voice sharp and distorted, roaring with a fierce but cowardly tone.
"I don't know what you're talking about! We're just acting on behalf of the family..."
"Yeah?"
Su Wanqing coldly interrupted him.
"Then why don't we invite the family members up here and ask them in front of the world's media?"
"Let's follow the clues and find out who was last in contact with this child."
"I believe we will eventually find the real culprit who poisoned him."
With each word Su Wanqing spoke, Lin Huaiyuan's face grew paler.
Sweat rolled down his forehead.
He knew he was finished.
We lost.
Utter defeat.
If this continues, he himself, and even the entire Global Health Group, will be completely overwhelmed by this monstrous scandal!
His lips trembled, and he couldn't utter a single word. Finally, he managed to squeeze out a sentence through gritted teeth and yell at the host:
"Meeting adjourned!"
After saying that, he didn't dare to look at Su Wanqing again. He turned around and practically tumbled off the stage. Surrounded by bodyguards, he fled the Golden Hall in a disheveled state.
Watching his hasty retreating figure, Su Wanqing's eyes showed no joy of victory, only a frozen calm.
She knew this was just the beginning.
When Professor Anderson, along with Tom who was now able to stand on his own and Tom's parents, came to her again to express their sincerest gratitude;
When all her Chinese colleagues stood up and applauded for her, their eyes glistening with tears of emotion;
When Grandpa Yan walked onto the stage, patted her shoulder with satisfaction, and said, "Well done, you didn't disgrace your ancestors,"
Su Wanqing felt that it was all worth it.
This so-called international exchange conference has become her platform for achieving legendary status.
She stood under the dazzling lights, neither humble nor arrogant, accepting the awe and exploration from all over the world.
She knew that from this day forward, the landscape of the world's medical community would be rewritten because of her.
Meanwhile, an even more turbulent and darker storm is quietly gathering over the capital.
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