“Уважаемая дама, продолжайте, его мнение не представляет коалиционное правительство, и такое волше6ное растение - это именно то, что нам нужно.（Dear Madam, please continue. His opinion does not represent the United Government. Such a miraculous plant is exactly what we need.）”
Everyone in the meeting room nodded in agreement, and the atmosphere was incredibly harmonious—a true reflection of human unity.
Xu Milu: "..."
What else can she say besides "666"?
Is it really true that world friendship depends on (beating up) the United States?
...
...
After the unconscious American representative was carried away, everyone stared at Xu Milu with the eyes of someone looking at Doraemon, as if they wanted to see what other magical plants she could take out of her "magical treasure bag".
Xu Milu didn't deliberately tease everyone. She reached into the system compartment and took out a piece of pure white silver laurel branch. Thanks to the tireless efforts of the Chinese government, laurel cloning technology has matured, and this piece of silver laurel branch was cloned from the mother laurel tree by the Honghe Research Institute laboratory.
"This is a branch of the Silver Osmanthus No. 7 tree. It can be propagated by cuttings, but it must be cultivated in lunar soil. Its greatest value lies in its medicinal properties. Its branches are rich in a 'paclitaxel-like' substance, and its extract has been proven to be effective in treating cancer and tumors..."
As Xu Milu narrated, the meeting room gradually quieted down, with only heavy breathing audible.
What did they hear?
It is "cured", not "treated".
A difference of just one word can have completely different meanings.
Since the Earth entered a period of cessation of rotation, solar radiation has intensified, and nearly one-third of the world's population has been infected by solar radiation, resulting in countless illnesses.
Their families, friends, loved ones, and even themselves are constantly threatened by solar radiation.
If cancer could be cured...
"Oh my god!"
“Боже мой! (My God!)”
"????????????? (Is this true? Is it really true?)"
"? mon Dieu (Oh God!)"
"This is a miracle!"
Countless languages suddenly erupted in the conference room as people of different races cheered, hugged, kissed, and shed tears of joy.
Hao Xiaoxi gripped Xu Milu's hand tightly and said with unusual solemnity:
"Thank you, thank you. This is really, really important to us."
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