I am a cell in the human body. In our family of cells, I am kind of naughty. I don’t like to follow the path God has laid out for me, I like to wander around. Humans have given a horrible name to cells like me, called cancer cells. Many people have lost their lives to us, and that’s because they knew nothing about us, those of us who lament. We naughty cells talk together and say: If there was a Nobel Prize in our world, we would award it to the doctor who named us “cancer” and helped us defeat mankind by giving us this murderous name. In fact, our real name is – naughty cells. If that doctor had named us that way, we would have been defeated by humans. It is against my discipline to give the bottom of our family to humans. But I couldn’t bear to see some of the human children leave this world because of our presence in their bodies. After a period of hesitation, I finally decided to go out of my way to tell humans the secret of our family: there are many cells in the human body, and the work we do is a relay race on a wide road. Since the birth of man, our cell family has been running forward from generation to generation. It is this movement of ours that supports the existence of life. When we run to the finish line, that person’s life is over. Not all cells in this huge family of cells in every human body are so disciplined. Some cells are naturally naughty – like me. I didn’t want to run along the track, I thought it was too boring and I wanted to look elsewhere. So, when I found a path next to the avenue, I quietly left the family and slipped to the path. This phenomenon of slipping from the avenue to the path, humans call it the cancer of normal cells. Isn’t that a bit of an overstatement or alarmist? Now let me tell you again that our cell family, like all parts of the body, is directed by the brain. The communication system between the brain and us is 100 times more advanced than the most advanced communication devices used by humans today. What satellite communication, what cell phone, what international live long-distance, in our view are primitive society of the old chaff and rotten. If you don’t believe me, just think of your right hand, your right hand will move immediately, no? This means that any part of your body is subordinate to the command of your brain. Even that big arm obeys your brain unconditionally, not to mention us, these insignificant little cells. The instructions given to us by the brain are more sacred than the Emperor’s decree to his subjects. For us naughty “cancer” cells, in fact, the brain of the person concerned only needs to issue a majestic decree to return to the runway immediately, we will be afraid to crawl back to the team. Unfortunately, every time we walked up the trail, a doctor would tell the person that he had cancer. The person’s brain goes haywire, terror and despair take up all the space in the brain, and instead of ordering us to return to the group, the brain gives the command “I can’t”, which causes more cells to follow us out of the group. At this point, the doctor told the person concerned that your cancer cells had spread! So the person’s brain panics even more, all communication systems fail, and all cells leave the avenue in groups without a leader. Fewer and fewer cells stick to the main runway of the body, and the group goes on a trip to all parts of the body, and it’s time for the person’s life to end. At this point, it should dawn on you, right? Your brain is the emperor of all the cells and everything in your whole body, and you in turn are the emperor of your brain. Everything in your whole body is unconditionally at your command. If a few cells in your body leave the team, don’t be busy and don’t listen to the doctors’ nonsense about calling us “cancer”, just call us naughty cells. You will give us a majestic order through your brain – return to the team immediately! We’ll be back in line. Try it. You may still be half-hearted, then I will give you an example, I heard that there is a place called the United States of America, the most advanced medical technology. But did you know that the cancer misdiagnosis rate in the United States? Forty percent. That is to say, out of a hundred patients diagnosed by doctors, forty are diagnosed with cancer. Forty out of a hundred patients who are diagnosed with cancer do not have cancer. But these forty people who are misdiagnosed? “But these 40 people who are misdiagnosed with cancer will die of cancer. Why? When they know they have “cancer”, the brain immediately gives up the command of the whole body, and the body suddenly falls into a state of no? Government, institutions have become independent, warlords, warring, and people are suffering, can people not die? If twenty medical authorities say to a healthy person, “You have cancer! If all the friends and relatives of this healthy person are thus caring for him, thus telling him to be more open, thus advising him to eat more good, play more good, use more good, this healthy person will not live more than two years in ten ***. You don’t believe me. I’ll give you a top secret statistic: no one has been killed by cancer since the beginning of mankind – God didn’t give us that much power. Those who have died from cancer after being diagnosed have lost their lives because they gave up their brain’s command over the naughty cells themselves. Yo, I got the signal! Lo and behold, it was sent to me by the brain in the human body I live in, and it ordered me to return to the team immediately and unconditionally! I have to go back to the main track to continue our family’s relay race. You see, my master has a firm grip on the command and will not let go, we naughty cells can not help, living in the body of others, do not listen to others to listen to who. I’m the first of the cell family to let the cat out of the bag. The survival of your life is actually in your own hands. Two more words: one, don’t give up your brain’s command over the whole body; two, stop calling us cancer cells, our correct name is naughty cells. Whoever reads this passage as a fairy tale, I will feel sorry for him; whoever reads this passage as documentary literature, will surely live a long life.