"My Lord, are you asking me to abandon my faith in you?" But the Grand Marshal's personal physician, after a comprehensive physical examination of the Grand Marshal with the most advanced equipment, could not help but say so in despair.
"What is wrong with my body! If you don't tell me the truth, you can just leave!" Seeing that the doctor was unwilling to speak, the Grand Marshal asked impatiently.
"Your body is now very healthy, to an unimaginable degree!" In the end, the doctor's love for money overcame his faith in the Lord. The doctor quickly composed himself and said excitedly, "Your Excellency, although you have been experiencing bloody stools these past few days, the colonoscopy revealed that your intestinal wall, which was riddled with holes, is now slowly healing. Some areas that had turned black are even showing a pinkish hue again."
"This means your intestines are starting to self-repair."
"Furthermore, most importantly, the various tumors attached to your intestinal wall have shown signs of shedding, and some have even detached."
"We have examined all the stool collected these past few days, and found that in addition to various digestive products, about half of it consists of cancerous tissues. The blood also contains a large number of cancer cells. Therefore, this blood is not from your healthy body, but from the blood of those cancerous tissues. This also confirms our conjecture through the colonoscopy: the tumor tissues in your body are self-destructing."
"In addition, your various bodily functions are also recovering, and even more magically, many previously degenerated tissues are actually growing in reverse, gradually becoming younger. The rate of your heartbeat is also becoming smoother and more stable, and even the wrinkles on your skin show signs of smoothing out."
"As for the problem you are most worried about, we have conducted very detailed examinations and found that many of the previously atrophied cavernous bodies have become loose and expanded again."
"At the same time, various related internal organs have begun to secrete relevant hormones in large quantities, which is why you have been experiencing such vitality recently!"
"I don't understand all this!" The Grand Marshal, who was speaking, suddenly felt hungry. He gave his secretary a look, and the secretary immediately took out a large hamburger from his briefcase. The Grand Marshal, not caring about his image at all, took the hamburger and gnawed it down, looking ravenous.
The doctor was completely dumbfounded by this scene because when he started examining the Grand Marshal, the Grand Marshal was eating a steak weighing at least two pounds. By the middle of the examination, the Grand Marshal had eaten three steamed buns, and now he was eating a hamburger. The interval between these three meals was less than three hours, but it was equivalent to the daily intake of a normal human. Was this still the same patient who previously only had one-third of the normal human's appetite?
"Quickly tell me, what is wrong with my body!" the Grand Marshal urged.
"Yes!" the doctor quickly replied, "Your body is now very healthy, and speaking unscientifically, you may have started to reverse aging!"
"Reverse aging? I've really reversed aging!!!" The Grand Marshal had been waiting for this answer. Upon receiving this news from the doctor, the Grand Marshal's face broke into a wide smile.
"My dear doctor friend, if I were to have some intimate moments with my wife now, would it affect my health?" the Grand Marshal asked.
"There should not be much of a problem. Under such a comprehensive recovery, appropriate stress relief is the best choice!" the doctor said bluntly, because at this point, even if he said no, the Grand Marshal would probably not listen to him.
Then, the Grand Marshal left with great enthusiasm.
Of course, our Grand Marshal would not really go to his wife, because his wife was also nearly eighty years old. Even if he had the appetite, she might not have it.
However, as the Grand Marshal, how could he not have some other channels?
So, soon, an enthusiastic young maiden began to have intimate moments with the Grand Marshal. To his surprise, the Grand Marshal found that his vigor was too much for the young girl, who finally had to call for a stop. This was a wonderful feeling the Grand Marshal had never experienced in his life!
At this moment, the Grand Marshal felt the full joy of life.
And the Grand Marshal was also well aware of what had brought all this about. At the same time, he carefully hid this secret, for fear of being discovered by others. After all, he had obtained the Taiyin Spiritual Qi in the name of all the common people. If it were revealed that he used it himself, wouldn't that mean losing all face?
However, such a thing was impossible to hide. Because within two or three weeks, although the Grand Marshal still pretended to move slowly, the wrinkles on his face had almost disappeared by half, his once white hair gradually turned black, and his skin became smooth and elastic again.
Those who were often around him might not have noticed this change, but once the Grand Marshal appeared before the entire nation through television, it could no longer be concealed. Many people directly exclaimed online, feeling that the Grand Marshal seemed to have become ten years younger overnight.
If ordinary people could notice these changes, let alone the big figures.
Phone calls started pouring in. Even the Grand Marshal could not hide it, and finally had to state that the best way to verify it was through human experimentation. Therefore, for the benefit of all citizens, he was willing to sacrifice his own body to verify the effect of the Taiyin Spiritual Qi. xxs壹贰
The result was that Jobs' Taoist temple was once again flooded with numerous celebrities seeking his visit, all wanting a drop of the Taiyin Spiritual Qi from him.
Of course, this time Jobs appeared very resolute, stating that the Taiyin Spiritual Qi was too precious and rare, and all his stock had been used up, with none left.
Of course, no one would believe such words. Everyone believed that Jobs had a large amount of Taiyin Spiritual Qi hidden on him. When Jobs insisted that he could not provide any more Taiyin Spiritual Qi, some measures were inevitably taken.
First, the National Management Department suddenly announced to the public that although the previous DNA verification found that the current Jobs indeed had the same DNA as the previous Jobs, they had now discovered that the sample used for DNA testing was problematic and had been severely contaminated, making the previous DNA test invalid. They were going to revoke Jobs' identification.
Then the police stepped forward, stating that they had received a report claiming that the current Jobs was not the real Jobs, but a fake Jobs who had undergone extreme cosmetic surgery in some country and studied Jobs' related videos day and night. The report also provided several pieces of favorable evidence.
However, due to legal reasons, the nature of this evidence could not be disclosed to the public, but they definitely had evidence.
Thus, the judicial department directly summoned Jobs, and that same day, Jobs was confined to the immigration bureau, with the understanding that he would remain detained until the formal identity verification was completed.
In fact, this brief report was problematic. If the DNA check was indeed contaminated and no other samples could be found, wouldn't it be possible to have Jobs' son tested?
The father-son relationship between the two could not possibly be fake. A DNA test would then directly confirm Jobs' identity.
And what about that so-called strong evidence proving Jobs was an imposter? That was even more ridiculous. Evidence that could not be produced was still considered strong evidence.
Of course, the general public would not care about these matters. They treated it as a huge spectacle. Only the influential figures knew that all means were being used to force Jobs to hand over the Taiyin Spiritual Qi, but Jobs refused to comply, leaving them no choice but to resort to this.
"Darling, you clearly got something from them, and now you're locking them up. Isn't that inappropriate?" In the Grand Marshal's home, the Grand Marshal's wife, a kind lady, could not help but speak up for Jobs.
"What can I do? If I don't agree with what the four major financial groups collectively decide to do, they can remove me from office. I might even end up like those two unlucky fellows decades ago, leaving the world with a single shot, all because of two mentally ill gunmen. I don't want to end up like that!" the significantly younger Grand Marshal said nonchalantly, letting out a big yawn.
Seeing that she couldn't persuade him, his wife could only close her mouth.
"Alright, let's go to sleep! I've had a long day!" The Grand Marshal got into bed, ready to sleep. His wife thought for a moment and then asked, "Did you go to the toilet today?"
"Nonsense!"
"Big or small?"
"Small!"
"Did you go for a big one yesterday?"
"...I don't think so..."
"How about the day before yesterday?"
"My God!" The Grand Marshal suddenly sat up in bed. He glanced at the skin on his hand, which seemed to be becoming wrinkled again.