Chapter 85 Miller Kneels in Admiration: This Injection Was a Miracle!
Hans Schmidt conceded defeat, bringing this globally sensational medical duel to a dramatic close.
But this period only stirred up an even more turbulent wave.
Su Wanqing.
Overnight, this name became the hottest topic worldwide.
Her photos made headlines in major newspapers around the world, with sensational and exaggerated headlines.
On the cover of Time magazine, there is a profile of her holding a silver needle, against a bright spotlight, with a single word in the title: "The Needle of God".
International media outlets were no longer satisfied with the title "miracle doctor"; they used their imaginations to bestow various new titles upon her.
"The Eastern Witch".
"The Magician of Life".
"The woman who opened the door to new medicine".
The threshold of Huichuntang was almost worn down by the constant stream of letters arriving from all over the world. There were wealthy people seeking exorbitant medical fees, research institutions looking for collaboration, and countless ordinary people who had developed a fervent interest in traditional Chinese medicine.
Su Wanqing became a symbol, a living legend.
However, beneath this fervent praise, a more dangerous undercurrent is quietly brewing.
Everyone thought that after the double defeats of Lin Huaiyuan and Hans Schmidt, Global Health Group would never recover and would become a laughing stock in the medical community.
But they all underestimated the determination and shamelessness of this behemoth.
Three days after the showdown ended, instead of disappearing, Global Health Group once again stood at the center of the world stage in a way that no one expected.
A press conference broadcast globally.
The main focus of the press conference was neither the infamous Lin Huaiyuan nor the dejected Hans.
Instead, he was a man whose very name represented miracles in the world of surgery—Charles Miller.
Dr. Miller, a tenured professor at Johns Hopkins Hospital, is one of the founders of modern microsurgery.
He has been famous for decades, performing a series of surgeries that were considered "impossible" with his hands, from limb replantation to brainstem tumor removal.
His hands are revered by the medical community as "the hands of God".
At the press conference, Dr. Miller, who is nearly 70 years old, was in good spirits. Dressed in a well-tailored suit, his demeanor was full of the elegance of a top scholar and an unquestionable sense of authority.
Instead of defending Global Health Group, he first expressed high praise for Su Wanqing.
"Miss Su's medical skills are neither magic nor coincidence."
Dr. Miller spoke candidly to the camera.
"It is a higher level of life science that we have not yet been able to understand. It has opened a completely new door for us, allowing us to see the limitations of modern medicine and the infinite possibilities of the future."
These words surprised everyone.
“However,” Dr. Miller changed the subject, “scientific progress cannot forever remain at the level of looking up to ‘miracles.’ We need to understand it, deconstruct it, and ultimately master it.”
"The 'qi' that Ms. Su uses is a mysterious black box, an expression that is almost like art. But the modern medicine that I represent pursues logic, data, and 'technology' that can be verified and replicated."
His gaze sharpened, filled with a desire to explore the unknown.
"Therefore, I am here not as a challenger, but as a seeker of knowledge, to extend my final and purest invitation to Miss Su."
"I, Charles Miller, with these hands known as the 'Hands of God,' which represent the limits of human skill, hope to have an ultimate dialogue with Miss Su's 'Needle of God,' which has created miracles."
"A conversation about 'precision'."
The final dialogue.
All the reporters held their breath.
"We will provide two 'Morphoenix Butterflies' with precisely cut wings."
Dr. Miller announced the details of the duel.
"The wings of this butterfly are as thin as cicada wings, and the veins and nerves on them are even more delicate than spider silk. Any damage, no matter how small, is irreversible. Our task is to reconnect the severed wings. The only criterion for judgment is who can repair the butterfly so that it can fly again."
As soon as the challenge was announced, everyone realized the sinister intentions of Global Health Group.
This is no longer about treating illnesses and saving lives.
This is a pure, ruthless test of the limits of finesse.
They would use microscopes, laser scalpels, and micron-sized sutures to combat that mysterious silver needle. They would use the pinnacle of human technology to prove that the so-called "miracle" ultimately could not withstand the coldness of "technology."
Dr. Miller then announced the bet.
"If Ms. Su loses, we hope you can join the 'Life Science Research Program' jointly established by Global Health Group, Johns Hopkins Hospital, and several Nobel Prize-winning laboratories for a period of one year. We will provide you with the best conditions, just to explore the mysteries of life together."
The words were spoken in a grand and dignified manner, but everyone could tell that it was a disguised form of imprisonment.
They want to turn Su Wanqing into a lab rat.
“If I lose,” Dr. Miller said with a confident smile, “Global Health will fulfill all its previous promises. In addition, they will release to the world all the raw data of all the ‘inhumane’ medical experiments conducted over the past decade, including the source and creator of ‘Mystic Ice Demon’.”
This gamble precisely struck at Su Wanqing's weak spot.
She may not care about fame and fortune, but she cannot care about the innocent people who are used as test subjects, nor can she care about Tom, the child who almost died.
She wants the truth and justice.
Faced with this open conspiracy, Su Wanqing did not appear at any press conferences.
She only conveyed one word to the outside world through the Chinese Ministry of Health.
"good."
A single word, yet it carries immense weight.
The duel will take place in the Golden Hall of the Beijing Hotel.
A completely transparent glass laboratory was temporarily erected in the center of the hall.
This place will become the ultimate battlefield for two civilizations, two wisdoms, and two pinnacle skills.
The laboratory was brightly lit and spotless.
Two anesthetized Morpho butterflies lay quietly in a specially made container. Their sapphire blue wings shimmered with a dreamlike luster under the light, delicate and beautiful.
A notary from Switzerland activated a high-precision laser instrument.
Two faint red lights flashed by.
The left wings of both butterflies were cleanly cut open near the base. The cut was narrower than a hair, almost completely separating the wings.
The duel has officially begun.
Dr. Miller was the first to walk to his control panel.
It was an extremely complex and futuristic combination. A huge, high-powered electron microscope was connected to several flexible robotic arms.
Dr. Miller sat at the control panel, put on special gloves, and began to operate the robotic arms.
On the huge display screen, the images under the microscope were being broadcast live in real time.
The butterfly's wings, as thin as gauze, were magnified thousands of times, and the crisscrossing tiny veins on them were clearly visible.
Everyone held their breath.
Two robotic arms, thinner than embroidery needles, gripped an almost invisible stitch that emitted a faint blue light, and began their work.
Puncture, suture, tie a knot.
Dr. Miller's hands were unbelievably steady.
He manipulated the robotic arm, meticulously and perfectly reconnecting those blood vessels, nerves, and tracheas that were even smaller than cells.
His face was expressionless, and his eyes were extremely focused.
At this moment, he was not a person, but a highly sophisticated machine carrying out God's commands.
Time passed by, second by second.
One hour.
Two hours.
Three hours.
Finally, as the last stitch was tied in a perfect knot, Dr. Miller slowly lowered the controller from his hand.
He took off his gloves, and his forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat.
On the screen, the butterfly's wings appeared to have been restored to their original state to the naked eye. However, under a microscope, the fine, spiderweb-like stitches were still visible.
This is a perfect work of art, a product of human technology.
A subdued, awe-inspiring applause erupted throughout the hall.
Everyone felt that the outcome was already decided.
No one believes that in this field where "precision" is the only thing that matters, any flesh and blood can surpass top-level technology.
It was Su Wanqing's turn.
She slowly walked to her control panel.
It was completely empty there.
There was no microscope, no robotic arm, only a set of her usual silver needles.
She didn't look at the butterfly, but quietly closed her eyes.
The entire audience erupted in uproar.
"What is she doing? Has she given up?"
"Aren't you supposed to watch how to operate it? Are you supposed to just touch it with your hands?"
No one could understand her behavior.
However, in Su Wan-qing's world, another scene is clearly unfolding in her mind.
Her divine sense transformed into a scanner with infinite power, instantly piercing through the butterfly's body.
What she "saw" was not the tissue structure under the microscope.
Rather, it is a deeper level, composed of countless life energy particles, flowing meridians and energy channels.
She could clearly "see" how many energy channels the laser cut had severed, causing the life force at the tip of her wings to slowly extinguish.
This is the real "wound".
Su Wanqing took out a small piece of ginseng rootlets, which were as smooth and warm as mutton fat jade.
A wisp of extremely faint, invisible to the naked eye, vibrant green energy was drawn from the ginseng tendrils and coiled around her fingertips.
That is the purest "wood energy" contained in the millennium-old elixir, the primordial power of life and regeneration.
She picked up the finest silver needle.
The next moment, her hand moved.
There is no description of it being extremely fast.
Only streaks of silver light trailed out, creating dazzling bands of light under the lamplight.
The silver needle transformed into a dancing sprite in her hand.
It did not "stitch up" the wound.
Instead, it weaves back and forth along a mysterious trajectory at the broken edge of the wing.
She wasn't "sewing".
Instead, it is "weaving".
Using divine sense as eyes, silver needles as shuttles, and that "wood element" as thread!
She is re-weaving and reconnecting the tens of thousands of tiny meridians that have been severed!
This is not a repair.
This is regeneration!
On the screen, the audience couldn't understand anything.
All they could see was Su Wanqing's fingers moving so fast they seemed like phantoms, the silver needles lightly touching and moving on the butterfly's wings.
However, some people with high cultivation or keen spiritual power vaguely sensed that an indescribable aura full of vitality was gathering and rising on that small experimental table.
Less than thirty minutes.
Su Wanqing withdrew the silver needles and opened her eyes.
it's over.
Everyone looked at the butterfly's wings, which were intact, as if they had never been cut.
There were no wounds, no scars, not even a single wrinkle.
The notary announced that they were proceeding to the final verification stage.
Everyone's heart was in their throat.
The staff first woke up the butterfly that Dr. Miller had repaired from its anesthesia.
The butterfly awoke and struggled to flap its wings.
Its right wing was powerful and swift, but its repaired left wing appeared stiff and out of place.
It struggled to flap its wings, trying to fly, but could only spin in place before finally wobbling back onto the table.
The surgery was successful.
But the butterfly lost the ability to fly.
A hint of disappointment flashed across Dr. Miller's face.
Next, there was Su Wanqing's butterfly.
Su Wanqing did not allow the staff to do anything.
She stretched out her slender fingers and gently touched the back of the butterfly, infusing it with a faint trace of spiritual energy.
The antennae of the Goddess of Light butterfly twitched.
Then, it spread out its pair of sapphire blue wings.
It first flapped its wings gently twice, as if it was getting used to its new body.
Then, under the watchful eyes of the world, it flapped its wings and, like a blue lightning bolt, leaped off the table and soared into the air!
It took flight!
It flew so steadily, so lightly, so nimbly!
It hovered and danced under the bright lights, its wings shimmering with a dreamlike blue halo, without the slightest flaw.
It is declaring to the world that it has been reborn.
The entire Golden Hall fell into a deathly silence that lasted for several seconds.
Immediately, deafening applause and cheers erupted!
The result speaks for itself.
Dr. Miller stared blankly at the butterfly fluttering freely in the air. The confidence, pride, and composure on his face transformed into pure, indescribable shock at that moment.
He lost.
The loss was a foregone conclusion.
His "hand of God" appears so clumsy and pale in the face of the real "needle of God".
He slowly walked up to Su Wanqing and looked at her slender, fair hands, untouched by worldly affairs.
"I do not understand."
He muttered to himself, his voice hoarse.
“You didn’t stitch, you didn’t use any adhesive… How did you do that? This isn’t repair… This is… creation!”
He raised his head, and his wise eyes, which had witnessed countless deaths and injuries, were now filled with a childlike confusion and awe of miracles.
He bowed deeply, very deeply, to Su Wanqing.
“I take back what I said before. Miss Su, your medical skills are neither art nor technique.”
"It is divine magic."
“These hands of mine are not worthy of being called ‘the hands of God.’” He straightened up, looked at Su Wanqing, and said sincerely, “That hand is yours.”
This epic showdown has come to an end in a way that exceeded everyone's expectations.
With Dr. Miller's bow, the global health empire began to crumble.
They will face immeasurable claims, investigations from various countries, and a completely collapsed reputation.
Su Wanqing stood calmly in the center of the stage, the center of attention.
She spotted Lu Zhanting in the crowd.
The man was looking at her, his eyes filled with no trace of triumphant pride, but rather overflowing worry.
Su Wanqing's heart sank slightly.
She knew she had won the duel, but perhaps she had also lost the peace of the future.
What she showed the world was the power of "regeneration".
This is a divine authority that transcends all wealth, power, and technology.
From today onwards, it will no longer be just Global Health Group that has its eyes on her.
Rather, they are the most greedy, powerful, and unscrupulous ambitious people in the world who are hidden in the light.
The real war has only just begun.
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