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

Chapter 1453 The Divine Doctor Scandal

The scene outside the People's Hospital was completely out of control. Crowds seeking medical treatment poured in from all directions, growing ever larger, forming a dense, overwhelming mass that completely blocked the hospital entrance and the plaza in front, like a flood bursting its banks or a swarm of fish crossing a river, endless and unstoppable. Among them were critically ill patients and their families who had come from all over the country, media reporters who had heard the news, and a large number of foreigners of different skin colors and speaking different languages ​​who had traveled from all over the world.

It's unclear who started it, but the crowd spontaneously formed a kind of "tacit understanding," chanting slogans in unison, wave after wave of sound:

"We want to see the miracle doctor!"

"Please, miracle doctor, save my life!"

"There's hope for cancer! Let us see Dr. Chen!"

Several blond-haired, blue-eyed foreigners held up signs written in crooked Chinese that read "Seeking a Meeting with Miracle Doctor Chen Jun" and "Please Save My Family," and shouted in broken Mandarin, mingling with the crowd. The scene was chaotic yet filled with an absurd fervor.

The scene was several times more chaotic and exciting than a concert by a top superstar. The queue stretched far beyond the hospital plaza, even extending onto the opposite street, severely disrupting traffic and public order. Initially, Director Liu was secretly pleased, thinking he could use this opportunity to elevate the hospital's reputation to new heights. Now, he was terrified and pale as a ghost. The hospital's limited security personnel were utterly ineffective against the overwhelming crowd. Left with no other option, the hospital had to urgently call the police for assistance.

However, when a large number of law enforcement officers from Donghai City arrived at the scene, they were all taken aback by the massive, emotionally charged, and diverse chaotic situation, finding it extremely difficult to handle. In particular, some foreigners claiming to be wealthy businessmen, relatives, or representatives of political figures from other countries produced various identification documents and vehemently demanded special treatment "according to international practice" when law enforcement attempted to maintain order, or claimed that failing to see the "miracle doctor" would trigger "diplomatic concerns." This made the law enforcement leaders on site hesitant to act, fearing that improper handling could lead to unforeseen international disputes, and they dared not forcibly disperse the crowd.

"Bring out the miracle doctor! If you can cure my wife's illness, I'll donate money to the hospital! I'll even donate a new hospital!"

"I'll donate half my fortune! If only Dr. Chen would help!"

"I'm willing to go bankrupt just to cure my father!"

"This is our last hope! Please!"

Pleading, crying, arguing, and chanting mingled together, creating utter chaos. Law enforcement officers were helpless, able only to try their best to maintain basic order and prevent stampedes or other serious incidents, while simultaneously reporting the situation up the chain of command and requesting urgent instructions from higher authorities—this had far exceeded the scope of an ordinary public order incident.

Meanwhile, Chen Jun, the "miracle doctor" who triggered this global storm, is currently hiding peacefully in an apartment deep within a heavily guarded military family compound, almost completely unaware of the earth-shattering uproar he has caused. He was never a professional doctor, and he has long since left the People's Hospital.

According to the detailed rehabilitation plan he devised, his father-in-law, An Qiang, only needs to undergo a month of medication consolidation treatment at home, taking the conditioning medicine he personally prepared on time, without having to go to the hospital again.

At this moment, An Qiang was pinching his nose, looking at the bowl of dark, bitter medicine in front of him with a worried expression, his face scrunched up like a bitter gourd.

"Xiao Chen... this recovery medicine tastes ten times more bitter than Coptis chinensis soup? Do we really have to drink it for a whole month?" An Qiang looked at his son-in-law with a bitter face.

Before Chen Jun could answer, An Ran burst out laughing, then rolled her eyes at her father, saying, "Dad, you really don't know how lucky you are! Do you know what's going on outside, with people lining up from all over the country to get a look at your son-in-law? The entrance to the People's Hospital is packed with people, and the news headlines are full of 'miracle doctors' and 'miracles'! And you, you complain about the bitter medicine? If this gets out, I wonder how many people will be shocked and green with envy!"

"Huh? Xiao Chen is on TV?" An Qiang was taken aback, his attention instantly diverted.

Even the mother-in-law, who was picking vegetables, couldn't help but put down her work and lean over to interject: "It's not just on TV! The news has been talking about this every day for the past few days, things like 'World's first breakthrough in conquering late-stage pancreatic cancer,' 'Chinese miracle doctor creates a miracle of life'... Your son-in-law is now the most famous person in the world! You still complain about the bitterness of the medicine? So many people outside want to suffer this 'bitterness' but can't even find the door!"

An Qiang was taken aback by his wife and daughter's words, but then he suddenly realized what they meant. The bitter look on his face vanished, replaced by uncontrollable pride and joy. He burst into laughter: "Hahaha! That's right! Absolutely right! This is a 'one-of-a-kind' treatment for me! My greatest achievement in this life is finding such a remarkable son-in-law for my daughter!" With that, he picked up the bowl of bitter medicine with a heroic air, tilted his head back, and gulped it down in one go without even flinching, as if he were drinking nectar.

Just as the family was enjoying a harmonious atmosphere and laughter because of this little incident, the doorbell suddenly rang.

Chen Jun got up to open the door, and standing outside was none other than Jiang Ling, the director of the State Security Bureau—his former boss, with whom he had a close personal relationship and had been through many life-or-death situations together.

At this moment, Director Jiang, carrying bags full of various expensive tonics and fruits, said to Chen Jun with a warm smile, "I just heard that your father-in-law was sick and is still in the recovery period, so I specially bought some things to come and see him. How is the old man's recovery going?"

Chen Jun did not immediately step aside, but instead looked Jiang Ling up and down, a half-smile on his face: "Director Jiang, visiting my father-in-law is probably just a 'side trip,' but the way you're acting like you don't come unless you have something important to do... I think you have some 'big favor' that you need my help with, right? Just say it, don't beat around the bush."

Jiang Ling, having his thoughts exposed, wasn't embarrassed at all. Instead, he laughed and feigned anger, saying, "You, Chen Jun! I've come all this way to visit my elders with gifts, and you're just going to leave me standing at the door? Don't you have any manners of hospitality? Let me in!"

Chen Jun shook his head helplessly and stepped aside to let this big shot, who was known as the "underground king of hell" in the field of intelligence and security, into the house.

"Hello, Uncle! How are you recovering? I only found out you were sick from the news, so I came to visit you." Jiang Ling greeted An Qiang warmly and respectfully as soon as he entered the house.

Upon hearing Jiang Ling address him as "Uncle," Chen Jun couldn't help but shiver, his lips twitching slightly. Jiang Ling was actually only a few years older than An Qiang, but as a soldier, he was well-maintained and appeared more robust. That "Uncle"... it sounded a bit like he was taking advantage of him.

An Qiang, however, beamed with joy and quickly stood up to greet him: "Oh, boss, you're too kind! Please have a seat! I feel completely better! All thanks to my husband, Xiao Chen, he's a miracle doctor! Look at me now, I can even do a few sets of Tai Chi without any problem!" As he spoke, the old man was in high spirits and actually started practicing Tai Chi moves in the living room, demonstrating several rather difficult moves to Jiang Ling. His movements were fluid and his voice was full of energy.

Jiang Ling's eyes lit up, and he clapped his hands repeatedly in praise: "A miracle! It's a medical miracle! Uncle, your diagnosis was late stage, yet you've recovered like this in just half a month, full of energy! You are so lucky to have such a son-in-law, you are the happiest person in the world!"

"That's right, that's right! Haha, thanks to Xiao Chen, thanks to Xiao Chen..." An Qiang was beaming with pride from the praise, feeling very compatible with this "leader" and wanting to chat a bit more.

At this moment, Anran quietly gave her father a wink and then gestured towards the kitchen with her lip.

An Qiang instantly understood, slapping his forehead, "Oh dear, look at me, I was so busy talking! Boss, you and Xiao Chen chat for a bit, my wife's cooking in the kitchen, I'll go help her out!" With that, he happily scurried into the kitchen. He was secretly delighted; his son-in-law's status was extraordinary, his friends were all high-ranking officials, like bureau chiefs—he'd really gained a lot of face!

Only Chen Jun and Jiang Ling remained in the living room. Chen Jun brewed two cups of hot tea, pushed one of them in front of Jiang Ling, and got straight to the point: "Director Jiang, the tea is ready. There are no outsiders here, so please speak freely."

Jiang Ling picked up his teacup, blew on the steam, took a sip, and his smile faded slightly. He said seriously, "Xiao Chen, this time... you've stirred up a huge hornet's nest. The sensation you've caused isn't just 'the strongest voice in the medical world,' it's practically a global earthquake! The political, business, and academic worlds... have all been shaken! Late-stage cancer is one of the most terrifying death scythes that all of humanity faces! Nobody expected that this scythe would actually be bent by someone like you, a 'non-professional'!"

He put down his teacup, looked at Chen Jun with a complicated expression, and exclaimed, "My God... I feel like every time I see you, you unlock a new, terrifying skill. Sometimes I even wonder if you've traveled back from some high-tech future, or are you just an 'abnormal human' with an invincible cheat code?"

Chen Jun was drinking tea when he heard this and almost choked on it. He coughed several times before he could barely suppress it. This Boss Jiang is getting more and more reckless with his words! But... given his current position and the power he wields, even if someone suspected him of "using cheats," I doubt any foolish department would dare to use him as a "guinea pig" for research, right?

"How did you know that the 'miracle doctor' was mine?" Chen Jun asked after catching his breath.

“We didn’t initially suspect you,” Jiang Ling explained, “but the commotion you caused this time was just too big, directly alarming the highest levels. Although your face was blurred and your voice was altered in the leaked video, when we internally reviewed the relevant intelligence, combined the time, location, and relationships between the people involved, and compared your movements with… well, certain 'abilities' that we know about but you haven’t publicly disclosed, it was easy to pinpoint it to you. The higher-ups specifically sent me to communicate with you about this matter.”

"Have my other identities been exposed?" This was what Chen Jun was most concerned about.

“Not at the moment,” Jiang Ling answered definitively. “In the eyes of the public and most intelligence agencies, ‘Chen Jun’ is just a Yan country doctor who suddenly appeared and possesses miraculous ancient medical skills. Nobody knows your true military identity, let alone the title of ‘General.’ Your file is under the highest level of protection, so you can rest assured.”

Chen Jun breathed a sigh of relief. Initially, Dean Liu had pleaded with him, saying that making this public would be of great significance in promoting traditional Chinese culture and boosting national confidence, and he had only reluctantly agreed in the end, but insisted that his image and voice be subject to the strictest possible protection. Now it seemed the secrecy had been handled quite well.

“Good heavens,” Jiang Ling exclaimed again, “I truly never imagined that your medical skills had reached such a level of ‘bringing the dead back to life and restoring flesh to bones.’ You could say that cancer is a Damocles’ sword hanging over all of humanity, and you seem to have found a way to remove it. What does this mean? It means that the whole world must re-examine our Yan nation, reassess our technological potential, especially the ‘traditional medical wisdom’ that we have always emphasized but which has been met with skepticism from the outside world. The cultural export, international influence, and even strategic value behind this are immeasurable! The thousands of years of civilization of our Yan nation…”

"Stop, stop!" Chen Jun quickly raised his hand to stop Jiang Ling's impending "long-winded speech." "Old Jiang, let's not beat around the bush. What exactly do they want me to do? Or what instructions do they want to convey? Get to the point, don't give me this bureaucratic 'censorship'."

Jiang Ling wasn't angry at being interrupted by Chen Jun. Instead, he chuckled, leaned forward slightly, and lowered his voice: "Fine, that's straightforward! Then I'll get straight to the point."

"Now many people come to the government for medical treatment, but they're actually asking the government for help. In my opinion, could we select a few political figures who are helpful to the country and give them treatment? After all, this would kill two birds with one stone!"

"It can enhance Yan's influence, and at the same time, it has strategic significance for the country. Aren't you the director of the National Security Bureau?"

Upon hearing this, Chen Jun's mouth twitched. Good heavens, it's been elevated to the level of national strategic security?

However, Chen Jun put down his teacup and said calmly, "Old Jiang, your perspective is too narrow. In my opinion, our people are just as important as the people of other countries. The lives of political figures in other countries are nothing."

Jiang Ling was caught off guard by Chen Jun's grand strategy and stood there speechless.

After all, the phrase "Long live the people" is a topic that no one can refute.

"I have an idea!"