"Your time has finally come."

"Thank you."

An Ning hugged and separated from Luo Li's mother, gracefully went on stage, and sat on the world's aura, so that all reporters forgot to press the shutter.

I don't know who clicked first, and then it was all the sound of the shutter.

The tranquility is very stable, not in a hurry.

She gave the people enough time to take pictures.

Three minutes later, An Ning raised his hands and pressed down, and the shutter sound paused, perfectly controlling the scene, making the hosts on the side feel that they were redundant.

"I am Anning."

"Standing here today, I want to tell you, to tell the world, that I am Anning, a name that will accompany you for the rest of your life."

"Please remember what I said below, if anyone, any country, dares to touch a hair of anyone close to me, I will unilaterally terminate all cooperation with the other party, and you or you will be subject to my personal sanctions."

With the opening of tranquility, the translation in the translator also begins.

Many foreign media reporters were even dumbfounded, what did this person say!

Is there something wrong with her!

One person sanctions the whole world, what a joke.

Whoever gave her the courage, a country would not dare to speak like this, you alone, why!

An Ning understood the ridicule and disdain of the reporters below, she didn't care, the facts would prove how wrong their ideas were today.

"It all starts today, a potion."

With An Ning's fingers, a glass platform rose from the bottom to the top of the press conference.

A tube of red potion flowed slightly above, like bright red blood.

"This potion, I named it Cell Regeneration Medicine, she can destroy cancer cells for you, promote the restart of the body's immune function, and regenerate cells to reorganize to achieve the effect of curing cancer."

An Ning finished the introduction.

It's quiet down there

I understood every word of what I said just now, but I couldn't understand it.

Cure cancer?

Are you kidding?

Is this joke okay?

Roche doesn't want to get mixed up?

The question of raising the hand of the brush brush, the twitter, is turned on at the same time.

"Quiet, you ask first."

An Ning ordered a reporter from Huaxiafang, and the reporter stood up excitedly, pointed to the medicine in front of him and asked: "Is the cure for cancer you said completely cured, or is it like chemotherapy, just improving, and there will be a possibility of recurrence in the future." ”

"Completely cured, next. You! ”

An Ning's finger tapped at another foreign media outlet, and he stood up and tried to manipulate the translator.

"In your own language, I can understand."

Foreign media reporters asked questions, and time was pressing.

"Are you sure you're not exaggerating when you say cure cancer?"

An Ning nodded and replied: "Please look at the data, we have conducted three sets of human trials, all kinds of cancer, each stage, the successful cure rate is as high as 98.5%, and the remaining 1.5 are all late-stage cancer patients, as for the follow-up recurrence problem, I firmly believe that there will be none, and you can not believe it." ”

The next journalist.

"Are your medications targeting any cancer? Don't need to change recipes? ”

"Yes, so we can only do pre-sales, we need to hand over the identity information of cancer patients, and we need certificates from three tertiary hospitals. If everything is met, you are eligible to purchase. ”

An Ning looked in other directions, all of them raising their hands waiting for a question.

"You."

The person who was selected stood up excitedly and asked a question that many people are concerned about.

"How much does the potion cost?" (End of chapter)