Comic Genus Hextech Tycoon

"First we need to deal with your... Brain waves are collected.

"You're not trying to manipulate my brainwaves, are you?" I heard that there are now brain-controlled devices in China.

Carl was a little speechless, and then decided to fight the poison with poison: "Then you must also know lizardmen, right?" I defeated the Lizardmen, you can trust me.

Curtiston paused for a moment, and then suddenly said, "Indeed, I believe you."

"Haha

, kidding, you don't really think I'm a conspiracy theorist, do you?" Seeing Carl's expression, Curtis suddenly laughed, and the fooled Carl seemed to make him very happy.

Karl's hand movements paused, and he said with a smile: "But it is undeniable that there are indeed a lot of them.

"Conspiracy theorists? Indeed..."

Curtis said halfway through before he reacted to what Carl was talking about!

He looked at the smiling expression on Carl's face and opened his mouth: "Uh... You said... Is it a conspiracy theorist?

"I'm joking, I'm talking about conspiracy theorists, of course."

"You're such a funny guy." Curtis smiled and shook his head.

During the conversation, the mental data has been collected, and he only needs to fix the prosthetic leg to Curtis's severed limb, and he can have a shimmering potion prosthesis that can move freely.

"The last step... Lift your legs.

"Of course – but does this technology require surgery or something?" Curtis, a former military doctor, thought the prosthesis needed nerve connection surgery.

But Carl just shook his head, pressed the slack button, and then directly put the prosthesis in.

"No – it's the most high-tech."

Curtis only felt a pain in his severed limb, as if he had been bitten by something.

But soon the interface part began to self-regulate, spreading upwards little by little, and then locking on the severed limb.

Several tiny thin tubes pierced directly into the severed limb, injecting a very small amount of shimmer into Curtis's wound, and the flesh squirmed slightly under the stimulation, covering those interface ceramics.

Curtis only felt as if he had... Phantom limb effect, that non-existent leg bounced -

click!

I saw that the prosthetic body bounced up violently, but fortunately Carl had expected it and directly held down this prosthetic leg.

Seeing this scene, Curtis froze - he felt as if he had a new leg!

"This is the freshman, Curtis, stand up and try." Carl took a few steps back, encouraging the veteran to get out of bed.

Curtis hesitated and stood up, first resting the center on the other leg, but soon he found that he couldn't stop thinking about the other leg.

Followed by... In his astonished gaze, that prosthetic limb, it moved!

He can even sense the presence of this prosthetic leg and control it!

"Oh my God... This can't be, this... It's nothing short of miraculous!

Curtis looked at his prosthetic leg and then at Carl, and two lines of tears could not stop flowing from his eyes.

He can walk again!

This prosthetic leg bends, bounces, runs under his control....

It's like his own legs!

"I feel like I can even run!" Curtis walked to the door and trotted towards the windowsill again!

That prosthesis, although a little stiff, is really swinging!

Carl applauded at the right time: "Congratulations, Mr. Curtis, you are the first user of the shimmering prosthesis, how do you feel?"

Curtis looked out the window, and for the first time he felt that the sunlight in Hell's Kitchen was soft and hopeful.

"I... I don't know how to thank you.

"Well, I might take you to some exhibitions or something, and some veterans might have doubts about startups like me, maybe you can do me a favor."

"Walking around like an exhibit?" Curtis smiled, "Of course, although it certainly won't be comfortable."

"Not necessarily, I have more work for you if you want." Carl put away his equipment and said, "One more thing, don't say what kind of evil brain control organization I am, someone will take it seriously."

"Haha -- of course not.

Also, I'm interested in other jobs, I used to be a doctor, and if that works, I'm happy to be able to do that again.

Curtis wasn't a fool either, he knew Carl must have something in mind.

When the exhibits are only one aspect, since Carl said that he has other plans, he can only think that his military medical career is still somewhat useful.

But to be honest, medical treatment on the battlefield was still very different from modern medicine, and he didn't think he could be a doctor.

"Rest assured, we are a start-up and there are opportunities."

This is the second time Curtis has heard the word "startup", but isn't Carl the same Carl from Stark Industries?

The inventive genius intends to go it alone?

Just as he was about to ask something, a hurried voice suddenly came from outside the corridor.

It's like someone pushing a bed and flying through the hallway, and it's not one bed, it's three!

"I don't know who is so unlucky," Curtis said.

Three seriously ill patients, it can only be an accident.

Another broken family.

But before he could finish speaking, another man quickly walked through the doorway, his body stained with blood, and his expression anxious and desperate!

That's his wife and children!

Curtis suddenly froze when he saw this person, quickly ran to the door, and looked at the figure in amazement: "Frank?

Carl saw it and asked, "You know?"

"Yes! It's my comrade-in-arms in Afghanistan! Something happened to his family! Curtis said apologetically, "I'm very sorry, but I might have to go over and see what is going on."

You have my contact information, you can find me at any time, thank you for your help!

Carl just waved his hand to indicate that he heard.

......

"Hey! Frank! What happened? Curtis, who had new legs, trotted all the way to catch up with his friend Frank.

"Curtis?" Frank looked haggard, and in such a nervous state, he was suddenly stunned when he saw his friends who were born and died together.

He didn't know what to say, just raised his head and looked at the ceiling, then buried his head deep in his arms:

"Damn gangsters! They hit my wife and children with stray bullets! I arrived too late! I should have been there!

Curtis put his arm around Frank when he heard this, constantly comforting his comrade.

They're old friends, from Vietnam to the Gulf to the Iraq War after 911, and they've been fighting almost all the time they've been in the military for nearly 20 years.

Ordinary people only need to participate in such battles once or twice to become discouraged.

But they are different, they are simply guys favored by lady luck, people are still alive, and the spirit is also ... Fairly normal.

So their friendship is absolutely excellent.

In Frank's bitter narrative, Curtis also knows what happened.

Frank is now on vacation, and something in Afghanistan has forced them to retire for a while.

He took his family with him and planned to spend the holidays at an amusement park, but he only left for a while when the gang suddenly appeared!

Without even saying a word, the gangsters on both sides started a shootout in the playground, and the unlucky family happened to be in the middle of the firefight!

There were no flukes, stray bullets hit them.

Curtis was also speechless after listening to it, and this kind of thing?

Duh.

The door of the operating room opened, and the doctor walked out: "Who are the families?" "

Me!"

"The wounded were in a very poor state, the bullets broke their internal organs, causing heavy bleeding, extensive infection in the abdominal cavity, they ... It didn't take long. "

Impossible!"

After Frank listened, he roared at the doctor with red eyes!

The doctor was so frightened that he almost sat on the ground - it turned out that people could really emit murderous aura!

"Hey! Frank, calm down, he's just a doctor--

" "How do you calm me down! My family is dying!

Curtis patted Frank's back, just lamenting.

The internal organs ruptured and hemorrhaged, and he couldn't understand this kind of injury.

On the battlefield, such wounded are the kind that can be ignored with a shot of morphine.

Not to mention that the hospital in Hell's Kitchen is actually not very good at medicine in the first place - this is what veterans use.

Technology?

Curtis stopped Frank's hand and suddenly paused.

Technology? Maybe that person has a way?

Holding the idea of a dead horse as a living horse doctor, Curtis suddenly said: "Calm down! Frank! They may still be saved!

As soon as these words came out, Frank's beast instantly quieted down, and even the frightened doctor on the side looked over.

Is there salvation from ruptured internal organs?

Curtis gritted his teeth and said, "You can give it a try!" You guys go all out for blood transfusions, hang their lives, I'll contact that person!" "

Blood transfusions can be delayed, but abdominal infections will get worse and worse, and organ function..."

Curtis, a good-looking man, also roared at him, and the doctor suddenly stopped speaking, returned to the operating table and began the treatment.

Anyway, they all have to calculate the money, they don't feel a loss, they will do it themselves.