"Classified into two major categories—acute and chronic—based on the degree of immaturity of leukemia cells and the natural course of the disease. This patient, however, has a chronic form of the disease, a condition where, once it manifests, death is only a matter of inches away!" One expert from Stanford University Medical School explained in detail. David Bor, pointing fiercely at the noses of the 18 leading medical professors, shouted angrily, "You all are complete failures! Get out! Get out! Get out!" Daina felt utterly hopeless, as if the sky had collapsed. She cried weakly beside her, watching her mother, who was only steps away from death. With a deep sense of sorrow, she said, "Mom! You're going! I'm going too!" Then, seizing the moment when no one was paying attention, she collided with a gray concrete wall. To her surprise, a strong, firm hand caught her, and the voice said, "Your mother doesn't have to die!" "Dai Mengna recognized someone clearly—none other than the handsome and refined Gao Liang. Her face flushed slightly, yet, like everyone else, she expressed her disbelief: 'You're lying! Even the top medical experts and the most advanced treatment equipment couldn't save my mother! How can you say it's uncertain?' David Bo said with a mocking smile, 'You're a naive, overconfident youngster—aren't you completely obsessed with Dai Mengna? The illness I can't cure, no one else can!' The 18 leading medical experts echoed in agreement: 'Exactly! The illnesses we can't cure—no one else in the world can treat them, unless a god descends from heaven!' 'I am that god! I am a true god! Do you believe me?' Gao Liang beamed with a light-hearted smile, as if merely joking. 'Oh? Good heavens! Impossible! Impossible! You're Gao, the chairman of the company I wanted to become a god!' This financial crisis has hit your company so hard that it's now the most severely affected enterprise in China, carrying a staggering debt of 3 billion U.S. dollars!" Everyone only saw the brightness through human eyes, completely unaware that Brightness was the divine king of the universe, the god of light. They all didn't believe it, and Brightness didn't care. After all, people were ordinary beings, focused only on what was immediately before them, unable to believe in things unseen. Brightness naturally didn't mind these ordinary people's skepticism. At this moment, he simply asked Daimona: "Daimona, please don't be sad! Life in this world brings birth, aging, illness, and death—these are all ordained by fate. Yet one thing can be changed: your confidence. Do you believe in yourself that you can heal your mother's illness?" "Big wife Zhang Yuping tightened her hold on her husband's hand, lifted her feet slightly, and leaned in close to Gao Huang, asking with a look of puzzlement, 'Husband! Honestly, I'm not sure either. I have no idea what you're planning! But still, I believe in you!' Gao Huang supported her gently by the shoulder, gazing into her clear, lake-like eyes, and smiled warmly, saying, 'Wife! Don't worry—just enjoy the show!' 'No matter what, as your wife, I will always support you!' Zhang Yuping's words brought a smile to Gao Huang's heart. Indeed, she was the first to express confidence and support. The two strong bodyguards followed up, saying, 'Boss! These ordinary people are so lowly in their judgment—they simply don't recognize you. As soon as you show a little strength, they'll be bowing and scraping in admiration!' Of course, Zhang Yuping, the two bodyguards, and Gao Huang were close enough to speak softly, so others naturally didn't hear." At this moment, the journalists paid close attention to the scene, remaining silent and simply pointing their cameras, microphones, and recording devices toward Highlight, who had by now become a highly controversial figure. The journalists' focus shifted decisively—from David Borl—to Highlight. Simultaneously, they turned their microphones toward another prominent public figure capturing nationwide attention: Dianne. "Madam Dianne! Please respond! Do you believe Highlight?" asked a well-known female journalist from a California television station. "Believe him? No! He's mad!" The crowd erupted in excitement. "I—believe—I—do—" Dianne extended her voice, delivering each word with crisp clarity, strength, and precision, her tone rich and confident. Everyone was stunned. "Another madman in this world! Hahahaha!" David Borl chuckled, mocking her. Also, 18 medical experts and professors shook their heads vigorously, like a windmill, echoing David Poll's words: "They're all mad!" Highlight said nothing to defend himself, but turned to Demona and said, "Esteemed Miss Demona! Come here! Hold my hand!" Under everyone's watchful eyes, the two clasped hands. This made David Poll's face grow pale with anger; he cursed Highlight silently, yet as he cursed more, the pain in his chest intensified. When he looked up and saw Highlight's piercing gaze, he immediately lowered his head. Highlight possessed a certain gaze—David Poll, who had always looked down upon others with confidence and arrogance, found himself subdued simply by that one look. At this moment, Highlight quietly channeled his inner energy, flowing it through the gentle handshake with Demona. He then placed his palm firmly on the right palm of Demona, and instantly, Demona felt a soothing sensation spreading throughout her body—every one of her 108,000 pores felt as if they had just tasted the essence of life, each one relaxed and at ease. Dai Mengna radiates a rich, complex energy that transforms her the moment it reaches her body—making her appear entirely different, more radiant and captivating, and instantly the most striking figure on stage. Already renowned as one of America’s most beautiful women and a public icon nationwide, she now shines even brighter. Her golden hair gleams with added luster, her slender figure exudes greater sensuality, and her graceful, long legs reveal an irresistible presence. It’s no wonder Dai Mengna has become such a popular ambassador for the ArtElect company—her subtle expressions, gestures, words, and even the way she moves can send the entire American public into a frenzy. This time, she carries an intangible yet palpable aura—an atmosphere that makes the invisible visible. "Click! Click! Click! Snap! Snap!" The flashbulbs blaze continuously, as reporters are completely captivated by Dai Mengna’s dazzling, poised presence, frantically snapping photographs. "Well! It's now your turn to heal your mother!" High-light's words left everyone stunned. Many were struck by lightning.