Marvel's Planeswalkers

Osborne Group, one of the world's leading companies, is famous for its biotechnology and has an estimated market value of US$200 billion.

Logically speaking, as the boss of the Osborne Group, Mr. Norman Osborne should have lived an enviable and happy life with clothes to eat, lying in bed all day, spending money and having fun.

It's a pity that this guy didn't remember it. In addition to having endless money, he also had a family genetic disease - retroviral hyperplasia.

This disease is equivalent to a terminal illness according to the current medical level on earth. No matter how good the doctors are, they can only say "goodbye" except "there is no hope of help and we are waiting to die."

The initial stage of the retroviral hyperplasia is fine, but it's just that the "right hand man" doesn't obey orders and likes to tremble and tremble for pleasure.

For Norman Osborne, who is worth over 100 million, shaking hands is not a problem at all, it is just a problem like shaking half a cup of coffee.

But in the later stages, Norman Os was as frustrated as he wanted. It was a miracle to even stand and pee, let alone get out of bed and take a walk.

In order to spend as much of his savings in the bank as possible, to have a happy life for 12 young models a year in the future, and to save his precious son, Norman Osborne spared no expense when he was young to set up and develop a retroviral hyperplasia solution. medicine team.

It's a pity that a terminal illness is a terminal illness, so desperate that it makes people panic. It's so desperate that Norman Osborne can live a "happy life" in which he spends money in bed and has clothes to eat and food to eat. Such a huge study The team only gave a slim hope.

As for when the 'slim hope' can be transformed into a real antidote, Norman Osborne guessed that he would not be able to share it, after all, he really did not have much time.

Today, while Norman Osborne is lying bored in bed, he is thinking about whether to leave a suicide note and ask future generations to place the antidote on his grave, or to strangle the members of the antidote development team and take the team to hell to continue researching the antidote. On this occasion, the famous Stark came to ask for help, asking him to transfer several talents from the biological world from the Osborne Group to form a world-leading biological research team.

Norman Osborne refused at first. He hadn't really given up yet. It can be said that every researcher in the Osborne Group is tied to his own life.

Seconding scientific researchers is equivalent to reducing the chance of survival.

But then I thought about it, Stark seems to be no ordinary person. This guy has a plug-in in his head. One person is as good as a plug-in for a top research team. Maybe this guy will feel happy physically and mentally and feel extremely comfortable when he squats in the pit one day. A plan to treat retroviral hyperplasia has emerged.

On the one hand, there was a slim hope, and on the other hand, he relied on hanging horses to survive. Norman Osborne was in a dilemma for a long time, and finally made a suggestion.

Let Stark see a doctor first. If Stark can treat retrovirus hyperplasia, then let alone sending people to help form a biological research team, even if the top scientific researchers in the Osborne Group are packed away, Norman Osborne will also I will raise my hands and feet in agreement.

But if Stark cannot treat the retrovirus hyperplasia, Norman Osborn can only say: Sorry, please go back and forth from where you came. If you still want to form a biological research team, please make an appointment in advance and wait in line.

Stark understands this. What else can he do if he doesn’t understand? Didn’t you see that Norman Osborne is so sick now that he needs oxygen from a ventilator? Besides, he really couldn't bear to insult an old man who was about to belch.

There's no sense of accomplishment.

The next thing was much simpler. Stark first learned about what is called retroviral hyperplasia, and then asked if he had tried gene targeted therapy and other methods.

After confirming that ordinary medical methods could not cure retroviral hyperplasia, Stark began to show his magic in the adoring eyes of Norman Osborn, the Osborn family butler, and many personal doctors, who looked confused, surprised, and envious.

The effect of the treatment was actually quite good. At least Norman Osborne, who was originally ill, immediately felt that his waist was no longer sore and his hands were not shaking. He even got up and walked a few steps with the help of his personal doctor.

But it was only a few steps.

Then Norman Osborn returned to his sick and dying look, until Stark reluctantly used the healing spell again.

After several twists and turns, Stark gave up the idea of ​​treating Norman Osborn by himself and planned to find foreign aid, such as Li Feng, who knew more treatment methods.

Understanding the cause of the incident, Li Feng roughly guessed the reason why the treatment was ineffective against retroviral hyperplasia, and said with a strong tone of contempt: "Dear, do you still remember the relationship between the soul and the body, especially the mutual influence?"

Stark was stunned for a long time while holding the phone, looking at Norman Osborn with pity in his eyes, and said: "You mean that for diseases related to genes, in addition to using healing techniques, you also need to heal the soul?"

"Correct answer, but unfortunately there is no reward." Before Li Feng could finish speaking, Stark interrupted with an unlucky look: "Ever since I accidentally created Ultron, Potts has strictly prohibited me from touching soul-related spells, so... man, for the sake of living things The research team has been successfully formed. When will we come to Norman Osborne's mansion to be a guest doctor? "

Li Feng knew Stark's plan, but after the soul was injured, it couldn't be healed by a spell. At least he couldn't heal the soul by snapping his fingers. His only way to heal the soul was to nourish it.

The problem is that it takes time to warm up and stable mana output.

After thinking for a while, he touched the 'Akamanra' plaque inside his shoulder bag, and Li Feng asked: "Ask Mr. Norman Osborne, does the Osborne Group have a way to provide stable energy for a long time? If Yes, I will come over now. If not, please go home and bring me a reactor."

Stark looked at Norman Osborn and conveyed Li Feng's question.

Norman Osborn, who had tried magical spells, had long regarded Stark and his gang as the last straw. The moment he heard Stark's question, he guessed that the other party had a way to cure him. The only thing he lacked was a stable and powerful energy source.

But is this a problem for Norman Osborn?

Norman Osborn, who felt that he could live a young model life every night, could not suppress his excitement. While waving his hand to the butler to arrange a helicopter, he used all his strength to answer: "Yes, there is efficient energy in the Osborn Group."

Perhaps Norman Austin's voice was loud enough, Stark was too lazy to repeat the nonsense, and asked Li Feng directly: "Did you hear it?"

"I heard it," Li Feng picked his ears, complained, "There are so many things, I'm so hungry," and opened the portal and said: "Meet at the Osborn Group building later."

After that, Li Feng hung up the phone and threw it to Kreacher, and turned to the vicinity of the Osborn Group.

Li Feng did not enter the Osborn Group immediately, but bought a hot dog first, and then walked towards the door of the Osborn Group while eating.

At the front desk of the group, a middle-aged man in a green suit saw Li Feng, who was wearing a black cloak and a big doll. His expression froze at first, and then he hurriedly changed into a warm smile, stepped forward and stretched out his hand to shake hands and asked: "You must be Mr. Austin."

Li Feng nodded slightly, and when he stretched out his hand to shake hands with the other party, he heard the other party introduce himself: "I am Dr. Rada. Mr. Osborn just called me to explain everything. He has already taken a helicopter to the group. Before he arrives, I will temporarily receive you."

After a pause, Dr. Rada made a gesture of invitation to Li Feng, and asked in a low and cautious voice: "Mr. Austin, do you need to take you to the restaurant first. Visit?"

He couldn't help but be cautious. As a confidant of Norman Osborn, he knew clearly what state his boss's body was in now. It was not an exaggeration to say that half of his body was lying in a coffin.

Although the young man in front of him was disheveled and even had a ruffian's air, he could actually treat retroviral hyperplasia.

What does this mean? It means that he is a great doctor with superb medical skills.

Since people eat grains, it is normal for them to get sick. Rada does not want to offend the doctor unintentionally today, which will result in him refusing to use his medical skills when he gets sick in the future.

Secondly, as Norman Osborn's henchman, he knows clearly where his power and status come from.

As the saying goes, a new emperor chooses new ministers. If Norman Osborn dies, who in the group will care about him? He may even be kicked out by the successor of the group.

In order to maintain the current happiness index of life, he is definitely one of the people who least wants Norman Osborn to die.

So in order for Norman Osborn to live longer, he dare not offend Li Feng.

"Restaurant?" Li Feng's eyes lit up, and he stuffed the hot dog into his mouth in two or three bites, and said, "Hurry up and lead the way. By the way, what delicious food do you have in your restaurant? Steak? Or Coke, chicken wings, hamburgers, pizza? Or roast chicken, roast duck with white rice?"

How the hell do I know what the restaurant has? Do you think I look like someone who would eat in the group restaurant? .Lada showed an awkward but polite smile, and when he was about to say something, he saw Li Feng walking straight towards a high school student who was storing school bags, metal belts, pendants and other items for security check.

"Peter?" Li Feng walked quickly to Peter Parker and asked curiously: "What are you doing here?"

While asking, Li Feng glanced at the amulet Peter left in the basket at the security check, and silently looked up at the sky with melancholy: "."

Cosmic consciousness, can I curse? I gave Peter an amulet to prevent spider bites, but the security check left it aside? Are you kidding me? Well, if you can't afford to provoke me, can't you hide from me? Don't you always want Spider-Man to take up a job officially? I'll help you today.

On the other side, Peter was a little panicked when he heard someone reveal his real name. He is not "Peter Parker" now, but

Who am I? .Peter silently glanced at the name tag with the name ‘Rodriguez Guevara’, and said with pleading eyes: “Sir, you have the wrong person, I am Rodrigo Guevara.”

“Guevara,” Li Feng put his arm around Peter’s shoulders, threw the name tag of ‘Rodriguez Guevara’ aside, and dragged Peter to Rada’s side, saying: “Dr. Rada, I will lend you the pass so that the little guy can visit various biotechnologies at will.”

“Uh~” Dr. Rada smiled and shrugged, took off the name tag and handed it to Peter, and gave a look to the guard in the distance.

The guard understood what Rada wanted to say in seconds.

As long as the little guy named ‘Rada’ is not a commercial spy, Osborne Group will let him visit.