Special Forces: At the beginning, An Ran pulled him to get his certificate.

Chapter 1451 The Miracle Creator

Upon learning that his late-stage pancreatic cancer had been cured by his son-in-law Chen Jun, An Qiang was stunned for a long time, overwhelmed with mixed feelings, which finally turned into a long sigh filled with endless emotion.

He simply couldn't understand what kind of good fortune he had accumulated in his past life, or what incredible luck he had that allowed his daughter Anran to find such a perfect husband—one in a million, no, one in a billion.

At such a young age, he was already a general with outstanding achievements, a pinnacle that ordinary people could hardly reach. Yet, he also possessed such astonishing medical skills that could bring the dead back to life! An Qiang felt that he probably couldn't find another person like him anywhere on Earth.

In a daze, he even wondered if he had unintentionally activated some kind of "life cheat code" to have encountered such a strange opportunity.

Looking at her father's dreamlike expression, An Ran said softly, "Dad, the medicine you've been taking these past few days, as well as all the subsequent treatment medications, were all personally prepared by Chen Jun in the hospital's pharmacy lab. He's barely slept these past few days, spending all his time in the lab for this."

“No wonder…no wonder I haven’t seen him for the past three days…” An Qiang murmured to himself, his eyes slightly moist, a mixture of gratitude and tenderness welling up inside him. “Good boy, such a good boy…”

Just as he was muttering to himself, the ward door was gently pushed open, and a young female nurse peeked in. Her voice was gentle but carried a hint of barely perceptible tension: "Comrade An Qiang in bed number 23, please get ready. You will be starting your medicated bath treatment in three minutes."

"Medicated bath?" An Qiang was taken aback. The term was quite unfamiliar to him, especially after his major surgery, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of instinctive tension.

“Dad, don’t worry.” An Ran immediately took his hand and comforted him gently, “This is an auxiliary therapy that Chen Jun specially developed based on your condition. It’s part of his treatment plan.”

Upon hearing that it was arranged by his son-in-law Chen Jun, An Qiang felt an immediate sense of relief. The tension he had felt earlier vanished, replaced by complete trust. "Okay, okay, I'll get ready right away," he quickly replied, getting up to change into a loose-fitting bathrobe. After tidying himself up in the bathroom, he followed the nurse, whose expression was even more tense than his own, towards the medicinal bath treatment room.

In fact, the nurse's nervousness was not without reason. In her years of practice, she had never seen a patient undergoing surgery for large pancreatic cancer receive "medicinal bath" treatment before. But Chen Jun's instructions were clear and affirmative, explaining that this was a crucial second-stage treatment that incorporated the essence of traditional Chinese medicine, involving "the wisdom of our ancestors."

This narrative, along with Chen Jun's previous "ten-minute surgery" miracle, has led the entire hospital's medical staff to regard him as a god. Even if they have doubts, no one dares to openly question him; instead, they are filled with strong curiosity and a desire to learn.

Therefore, when An Qiang was led to the medicated bathhouse, the news spread like wildfire. Many doctors and nurses took the opportunity to "pass by" that special treatment room with a large observation glass. Through the glass, they held up their mobile phones or laptops, taking pictures and recording while whispering among themselves, their eyes burning as if they were observing an important medical experiment.

"Look at that bathtub, it's steaming hot, the water looks like it's boiling? This temperature... the patient just had surgery, can they handle it? Won't it stimulate the cancer cells...?"

"Shh! Keep quiet! You dare question General Chen's plan? He's applying for a world record! Watch carefully, learn carefully!"

"Exactly, look how calm the patient is, and the family is at ease. Why should we worry?"

Inside the treatment room, An Qiang initially failed to notice the "curious" gazes outside the glass window. His attention was entirely drawn to the scene inside. The room was small, with a specially made wooden bathtub in the center. Medicinal liquid churned within, rising in wisps of white steam that filled the entire room. A rich and peculiar herbal aroma permeated the air, mixed with an indescribable, mineral-like, cool scent. The rising steam was indeed somewhat intimidating.

"This... this is going to be soaked in boiling water? Even removing the hair from a pig isn't this much?" An Qiang muttered to himself, his steps hesitant.

Just then, the door opened again, and Chen Jun stepped in. He had changed into a clean white coat, his expression calm and his gaze steady. Seeing his father-in-law's slightly hesitant look, he said gently, "Dad, you can soak now. The water temperature looks high, but it's actually the effect of the medicinal properties evaporating. The perceived temperature is precisely controlled, just right to promote blood circulation and absorption of the medicine. Go in directly; this will play a very important role in your deep recovery."

Seeing his son-in-law personally overseeing the situation, An Qiang's last trace of unease vanished completely. Like a child who had found his anchor, he nodded, walked to the bathtub, and carefully dipped the toes of one foot into the water to test the temperature—indeed, it wasn't scalding, but a perfectly warm temperature. Then, as his ankle was fully submerged in the deep-colored, slightly viscous medicinal liquid, a strange, living current of heat rushed into his skin through his pores, spreading upwards along his meridians. Wherever it passed, a warm, tingling sensation spread through him, an indescribable comfort and pleasure, as if his utterly exhausted muscles and bones had instantly received the most soothing comfort.

"Mmm..." An Qiang couldn't help but let out a soft, satisfied sigh from his nose.

The unintentional whimper carried faintly outside through the excellent soundproofing, eliciting a low, well-meaning chuckle from the onlookers. An Qiang then noticed the considerable number of people outside the window. His face flushed slightly, but he was quickly overwhelmed by the intense comfort of the medicinal bath and forgot all about it. With Chen Jun's prompting and assistance, he slowly lowered his entire body into the tub, leaving only his neck and upper body above the surface.

In an instant, an even stronger, warm medicinal power, like countless gentle yet powerful hands, enveloped me from all directions, penetrating every inch of my skin, cleansing every joint, and purifying my internal organs. An indescribable sense of comfort surged through my entire body like a tide, and the lingering pain, soreness, and weakness accumulated over the past few days due to surgery and treatment seemed to quietly dissolve under the influence of this medicinal power.

An Qiang involuntarily closed his eyes, a look of near-ecstatic relaxation on his face, as if immersed in some kind of blissful state. Those watching from outside the window were all astonished, their murmurs growing quieter, their curiosity gradually replaced by shock—this medicinal bath was clearly no ordinary thing!

Chen Jun, like a meticulous master of medicine, stood guard by the bathtub.

According to the time on the wall clock, he would occasionally use a specially made long-handled silver spoon to scoop out powders or concentrated medicinal liquids of different colors and properties from several porcelain jars or glass bottles prepared beside him, and sprinkle them evenly into the bathtub. Upon entering the water, some of the medicines dissolved quickly, turning the liquid a deeper brownish-red; others floated like stars, shimmering with strange lusters of gold, blue, and turquoise; still others released a richer or crisper fragrance when heated… In an instant, the medicinal liquid in the bathtub changed colors and blended aromas, truly like a wondrous “paint shop” and “fragrance shop,” filled with a mysterious and orderly rhythm.

Halfway through his medicinal bath, An Qiang, his body and mind completely relaxed, suddenly opened his eyes. Looking at his son-in-law, who stood attentively beside him, his voice hoarse with gratitude and a hint of relief, he said, "Xiao Chen... you pulled me back from the brink of death. These past few days, you've worked so hard for me." He paused, his tone becoming even gentler, even carrying the tenderness of an elder, "However, you don't need to put too much pressure on yourself. Late-stage cancer... I've never heard of a cure. At my age, I've seen everyone I needed to see, and I have everything I needed to have. I don't have many worries. Life and death are predestined, wealth and honor are determined by fate. You... please don't take it too seriously. You've already done enough, you've been so good."

Hearing his father-in-law comforting and reassuring him in such a relaxed moment, Chen Jun felt a warmth in his heart, and a genuine and confident smile appeared on his face.

"Dad, don't worry." His voice was steady and strong, carrying a reassuring power. "With me here, you will definitely make a full recovery and be discharged from the hospital in good health. I'll be looking after Anran and holding my grandson in my arms in the future."

"Okay, okay..." An Qiang's eyes instantly welled up with tears. He quickly blinked, forcing back the tears. For patients who have been given a new lease on life, encountering a doctor who can give them such unwavering hope and miraculous treatment during the darkest and most desperate moments of their lives is truly like being given a second chance at life.

"There's about half an hour left. Close your eyes, try to relax, don't think about anything, and let your body fully absorb the medicine. I'll call you when the time is up," Chen Jun instructed softly.

An Qiang closed his eyes as instructed, and soon, enveloped in the warm medicinal power and feeling extremely comfortable, his consciousness became hazy, and he almost fell asleep.

When the time came, Chen Jun woke up his father-in-law on time and helped him get out of the bathtub. He then rinsed off the remaining medicine with warm water and changed into dry clothes.

"How are you feeling, Dad?" Chen Jun asked as he straightened his clothes.

An Qiang stood there, carefully experiencing the changes in his body. He felt completely comfortable and refreshed. The lingering weakness and heaviness he usually felt after surgery had largely dissipated. His limbs and bones seemed to be filled with new vitality, and his spirits were higher than ever before. Even his eyes seemed much clearer. He moved his shoulders and exclaimed in surprise, "It really is different! I feel... I feel so light, like I have inexhaustible energy. My spirits are even better than before I got sick! This medicinal bath... I'm not addicted to it, am I?" He joked, his voice filled with obvious excitement.

"It's good that it's working." Chen Jun smiled. "This is just the beginning. According to the treatment plan, you will need to have a medicinal bath once a day for the next week. After a week, we will give you a comprehensive physical examination. If all the indicators are ideal, you can be discharged and go home."

"Great! I can be discharged in a week?" An Qiang was overjoyed. Although he was well taken care of during his hospital stay, it was still not as comfortable as being at home. Hearing that he was on the verge of recovery, he was overjoyed.

As it turned out, An Qiang's joke about being "addicted" to the medicinal baths was somewhat true. During the following week of treatment, he became a "loyal fan" of the medicinal baths. Every day, well before his scheduled time, he would change into his bathrobe early and eagerly wait for the nurse to call him. His impatient manner amused the nurses who were responsible for picking him up and dropping him off. Sometimes, looking at the steamy, fragrant bathtub, they would even have the thought, "This medicinal bath looks so comfortable, I want to try it too."

Two weeks passed in the blink of an eye.

Chen Jun personally arranged the most detailed and advanced full-body physical examination for his father-in-law. When all the test results and imaging reports were finally compiled and submitted to the hospital director's office, the entire Donghai City First People's Hospital seemed to have been hit by a bombshell, and was completely "boiling" with excitement.

The test results showed that all detectable traces of late-stage pancreatic cancer cells in An Qiang's body had completely disappeared! Furthermore, the vitality and quantity of newly generated healthy cells in his body reached an astonishing level. Based on a comprehensive assessment of multiple physiological functions, An Qiang's physical age has been restored to the level of a healthy 35- or 36-year-old male!

This means that in just two weeks, Chen Jun not only completely eliminated the deadly late-stage cancer cells, but also reversed An Qiang's physiological aging process in an incredible way, making his body function "younger" by a full twenty years!

This is not just a medical miracle; it's a "miracle" that has overturned modern understanding of life sciences! It is an unprecedented and glorious victory in the history of mankind's fight against cancer!

The news spread like wildfire within the medical community. Medical experts, research institutions, and top hospitals, who were already closely following the matter, were instantly thrown into a frenzy. Related academic circles, internal forums, and private communication groups were inundated daily with a massive amount of discussion, analysis, astonishment, and requests for verification.

"Two weeks! Just two weeks! Late-stage cancer cells cleared, physiological age reversed by twenty years! My God, this is simply a miracle!"

"This is a miracle belonging to our Yan Kingdom! It's a milestone in humanity's conquest of late-stage cancer! Where is that General Chen Jun now? We must ask him for advice!"

"Quickly! Contact the First People's Hospital of Donghai! Obtain all the authorized research data! This could be the greatest medical discovery of this century!"

The storm continues to brew and intensify in the medical community.

Chen Jun, however, who was at the center of the storm, appeared unusually calm. He was methodically handling his father-in-law's discharge procedures.

On the day of his discharge, an unprecedentedly grand scene unfolded in front of the outpatient building of the First People's Hospital of Donghai City. Under the personal arrangement of President Liu Zhenhua, the hospital held a simple yet warm "celebration of recovery and discharge" ceremony for An Qiang.

The hospital's most beautiful head nurse led the ceremonial team to drape a bright red "rehabilitation sash" over An Qiang and present him with fragrant flowers. Although fireworks and firecrackers are strictly prohibited in the city, Director Liu ingeniously prepared several ribbon-shaped firecrackers. With a few soft "bangs," colorful sequined ribbons danced in the sky, shimmering with a festive light in the sunlight.

In the open space outside the hospital gate, a lion dance troupe, hired from who-knows-where, was performing energetically, their drums and gongs attracting a large crowd of onlookers. Even more eye-catching were the various flower baskets and congratulatory plaques lining both sides of the road, bearing inscriptions such as "Congratulations to Comrade An Qiang on his victory over illness and his discharge from the hospital," and "Wishing Comrade An Qiang a new lease on life and good health." The names of the organizations listed were a motley crew, some of which even Chen Jun and An Qiang themselves didn't recognize—clearly, these were byproducts of Director Liu's "advertising effect."

Although the scene was somewhat exaggerated, Dean Liu's excitement and sincerity were genuine. When An Qiang was admitted to the hospital, he was a terminally ill patient, on the verge of death, and many experts had given him a "death sentence," just short of reporting to the King of Hell. In just two weeks, he was radiant, energetic, and his physical functions had miraculously "rejuvenated" by twenty years, walking steadily out of the hospital!

What is this? This is a living, undeniable medical miracle! A glorious case worthy of being recorded in history!

The creator of this miracle was Chen Jun, who stood calmly and composed beside An Qiang, as if he had only done a trivial matter.