HPDBC Chapter 6: China Declares: All Cancers Are Curable!
Chapter 6: China Declares: All Cancers Are Curable!
On the other side of the world, the United Nations European Headquarters.
A closed-door executive meeting is underway.
The long conference table was made of precious mahogany, so shiny it could reflect a person's image, showing the faces that were serious, tired, or bored.
The international situation has been calm lately, with nothing of great importance to discuss urgently, so today's meeting was more like a formality.
As the organizer of this conference, the American representative, Jason, was blond, blue-eyed, and impeccably groomed.
After delivering a beautifully worded opening statement filled with terms like "peace," "development," and "shared responsibility," the speaker finally got to the point.
"Gentlemen, although the global situation has been generally stable recently, we still need to remain highly vigilant about some potential risks."
His voice was clearly delivered to the ears of every delegate through simultaneous interpretation equipment.
The representatives from various countries adjusted their postures, most of them appearing somewhat listless.
It's nothing more than the same old tune of economic frictions or regional conflicts.
Jason's assistant promptly distributed a document to everyone.
Jason cleared his throat, picked up the remote control, and pressed the projector switch.
A photograph was clearly projected onto the huge screen behind him.
The background of the photo is the entrance of a local police station in China, where a simply dressed young man is pushing a simple blue tin handcart.
What truly captured everyone's attention were the items on the cart.
A chicken.
A chicken that is ridiculously large.
Even curled up, the chicken took up the entire cart and was much larger than any known bird on Earth.
The photo was taken from a somewhat random angle, clearly by a passerby with a mobile phone, and the image quality isn't top-notch, but the surreal visual impact is overwhelming.
Inside the meeting room, the delegates, who had been somewhat drowsy, all sat up straight the moment they saw the photo.
"This is a photo that has been circulating on Chinese social media." Jason's voice carried a deliberately solemn tone.
"According to our intelligence analysis, this photo has not undergone any technical processing."
He looked around, his gaze finally settling on the Chinese representative opposite him.
He was a middle-aged man with a refined appearance and slightly graying temples, surnamed Zhao.
From the start of the meeting until now, he has remained calm and composed, as if he were enjoying tea in his own teahouse.
"Mr. Zhao," Jason's tone became sharp.
"Can the Chinese side provide an explanation for this photo? To our knowledge, chickens of this size do not exist on Earth."
"We have reason to suspect that your country may be conducting certain... biological and genetic experiments that violate international conventions or even inhumane principles?"
This accusation is quite serious.
In an instant, all the delegates' eyes were focused on Representative Zhao, waiting for his explanation or rebuttal.
However, Representative Zhao simply picked up the blue-and-white porcelain teacup in front of him, gently blew on the floating tea leaves, and then took a sip.
He put down his teacup, then looked up, glanced at the photo, and a perfectly measured look of confusion crossed his face.
"This photo... to be honest, it's the first time I've ever seen it either." He shrugged, his tone calm.
"China has a large population, and all sorts of strange and unusual things happen on the internet every day."
"Perhaps it was a prank created by some young person using computer technology to attract attention."
"As for what happened to the chicken, we will investigate when we get back."
"But to say that this is the product of some kind of biological experiment is a bit far-fetched."
Jason was clearly not satisfied with the answer. He leaned forward slightly, crossed his hands on the table, and adopted a domineering posture.
"Mr. Zhao, we hope to receive a more responsible response."
"Such a large-scale biological mutation, if left unchecked, could pose an incalculable threat to the global ecosystem!"
"A threat?" Representative Zhao suddenly laughed, looked at Jameson, and shook his head.
"Mr. Johnson, you are overthinking it. We Chinese have always loved peace and cherished the environment."
"Speaking of the biological field, we have indeed made a small breakthrough recently, but this breakthrough brings good news rather than a threat."
These words successfully piqued everyone's curiosity.
Even Jason frowned, a bad feeling rising in his heart.
He originally intended to use this photo to launch an attack, accusing China of "secretly researching biological weapons" and occupy the moral high ground.
However, the other party defused the attack with ease and instead offered a "good news" explanation.
What's going on here?
But he had already given the go-ahead, so he could only bite the bullet and ask, "What breakthrough?"
Representative Zhao's gaze slowly swept over everyone present.
He paused for a moment, seemingly considering his words, and then dropped a bombshell in a calm, almost indifferent tone.
"We have made some...major breakthroughs in the treatment of human cancer."
The meeting room fell silent instantly.
The air seemed to freeze.
A few seconds later, when the simultaneous interpreter delivered the exact meaning of the sentence to everyone's earpieces, the entire conference room erupted in uproar.
"What?"
"Cancer? Did I hear that right?"
"A major breakthrough? Which type of cancer?"
The delegates whispered among themselves, turning the originally serious meeting room into a noisy marketplace.
Cancer, the sword of Damocles hanging over the heads of all mankind, any progress related to it is enough to shake the world.
Jason's heart sank. He realized he might have made a huge mistake; he shouldn't have given the other person the chance to say those words!
Amid the commotion, Representative Zhao spoke again. His voice wasn't loud, but it clearly drowned out all the other comments.
He held up a finger, adding the most crucial modifier.
"It's for all cancers."
boom!
If the previous news was a thunderclap, then this statement is nothing short of a nuclear bomb detonated in the center of the conference room.
All cancers!
The meaning of this phrase is enough to overturn the entire world's medical landscape, economic order, and even the balance of power among nations!
The conference room fell into a deathly silence; you could hear a pin drop.
Everyone was stunned into a blank mind by the news.
Their expressions became more complex.
Shock, elation, disbelief—all culminated in a burning gaze fixed on the Chinese delegation.
In those eyes was endless hope!
Jason slumped completely into the large leather chair.
He stared blankly at the calm Chinese man opposite him, and at the chaotic scene in the venue that had completely spiraled out of control, feeling as if all the strength had been drained from his body.
His original plan was to use that absurd giant chicken photo to create a huge problem for China, an indelible scandal.
As a result, he personally built a stage for the other party that would attract worldwide attention.
He became the one who willingly handed the microphone to someone else, letting them announce a message that could change the entire world order... the clown.