His eyes flew wide, and his other hand went almost instinctively to his pulse.
Deep, wiry, choppy.
That was the pulse that had plagued him for decades, a sign of severe deterioration in his bodily functions.
Now, however, the beat beneath his fingertips had become calm and steady, brimming with vitality!
"This..."
Beside Academician Zhong, a leading authority in China's cardiovascular field was moving his left shoulder with an expression as though he had seen a ghost.
The muscles that had felt frozen for more than ten years now offered a long-forgotten sense of ease.
Another authority on hypertension felt as though a gentle, invisible hand had smoothed out the blood vessel in his brain that had stayed taut for years, seemingly ready to burst at any moment. The world had never seemed so clear.
Shock spread in silence.
They exchanged glances and saw the same thing deep in one another's eyes-the edifice of medical knowledge they had spent their entire lives building was crumbling inch by inch.
Academician Zhong set down his teacup with trembling hands. As he stared at the pool of emerald liquid inside, his eyes lost focus entirely.
They held upheaval, awe, and the bewilderment of a mortal glimpsing a miracle.
Summoning every ounce of strength, he uttered a whisper from the depths of his soul, one word at a time.
"This isn't medicine..."
"This is mysticism!"
Those words struck like a thunderbolt, shattering the pride of every leading scientist present.
The way they looked at Chen Lin changed completely.
Scrutiny and curiosity were gone, replaced by the reverence of schoolchildren looking up to an academician, mingled with a fervent hunger for unknown truths.
These old scholars can't take much of a shock. It's just a cup of water. Look how badly it scared them.
Chen