When Harry and Norman proposed starting experiments on Artificial Organs, Norman readily agreed.
Do not underestimate Norman's strength; he is a very formidable inventor in his own right. Harry, who becomes smarter every time he acquires new technology, is no amateur either. The combined strength of the two was more than enough to realize this technology.
"This is simply a work of art," Norman said, looking entranced at the Artificial Liver before him.
Harry did not deny his father's statement.
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This was a semi-mechanical, semi-biological Artificial Liver. First, the patient's cells were used to directionally cultivate part of the living tissue to reduce rejection and produce bile. Then, combined with artificial tissue, biochips, and micro-motors to provide sufficient power, this liver would fully possess the functions a healthy liver should have.
Even in this World full of black technology, this was a work of art.
"Harry, your guests have all arrived," Hurley's voice came through the loudspeaker.
"Alright, have them wait in the operating room."
The father and son glanced at each other. The data showed that this liver fully met the requirements for use; now it was time for practical application.
"You'll be fine," Frank said, looking at his daughter through the thick glass, his hand constantly making the sign of the cross. "God bless."
The door was pushed open, and Harry walked into the operating room carrying a case.
It was a completely sterile and vacuum-sealed case, and everyone could see the exquisite liver inside.
"Is this the Artificial Organ?" Even the lead surgeon was shocked by this work of art. "It's beautiful."
"Thank you, Dr. Stephen Strange. I assume you have already read the surgical instructions. I will be watching your operation from the side." Harry set down the case in his hand.
The Doctor before him was the famous Stephen Strange, though he was still just a neurosurgeon at this time.
Logically, Harry had other candidates for an organ transplant, but getting acquainted with the future Doctor Strange was not a bad thing. Strange was also very interested in this surgery—a semi-mechanical Artificial Organ was an epoch-making invention, and leading this surgery would be of great benefit to him.
Moreover, his scalpel was indeed the steadiest; there was no doubt about that.
"Well then, I'll leave the rest to you, Doctor." After speaking, Harry sat down nearby to handle any emergencies that might occur during the surgery.
After all, this was the most advanced Artificial Organ in the World, with no technical standards; everything required him, the inventor, to oversee it personally.
Strange nodded, and the surgical lights were turned on.
"The surgery begins."
Frank watched as his daughter's blood vessels and nerves were cut one by one and then connected to that Artificial Liver. He gripped the nearby railing so hard it deformed.
"Condition is good, no adverse reactions. Continue the surgery."
"Damaged organ removal complete. New organ transplant complete."
With the removal of the organ, the girl's heartbeat weakened, and her already frail breathing became almost imperceptible.
"Artificial Organ connection complete. Beginning pumping."
A weak electric current passed through the Artificial Liver, synchronizing with the body's own weak bioelectricity, and fresh bile slowly entered the circulatory system.
Now came the most critical stage.
Everyone's eyes were fixed on the girl on the operating table, while Harry stared intently at the data on the screen.
Thump, thump.
Thump, thump.
The girl's heartbeat grew stronger—
"Organ is functioning normally, no adverse reactions. The surgery is a success."
"Everything is normal, Mr. Frank. All that's left is to treat the inflammation in your daughter's body; she is out of life-threatening danger."
Thud!
Frank collapsed to his knees by the wall, tears streaming down his face. Now, his daughter would not leave him.
"This is a great invention, Mr. Osborn." As the surgery ended, Strange took off his mask, his face slightly flushed with excitement. "This will save thousands of lives."
"It would be my honor. Thank you for your help, Mr. Strange. Your angelic hands have saved this poor family." Harry smiled.
The two shook hands cordially and exchanged compliments.
Click!
Hurley captured the moment they shook hands from the side. This would be tomorrow's headline: The Osborns develop a new type of Artificial Organ, successfully saving the daughter of a Vietnam veteran.
With a healthy liver and the medical resources of the Osborn Group, Frank finally heard his daughter's voice again.
Harry didn't disturb the tender moment between Frank and his daughter. It wasn't until evening, after Frank had coaxed his daughter to sleep, that he sought out Harry himself.
"Mr. Osborn, tell me, what do I need to do?"
Frank wasn't stupid; he understood that Harry wouldn't do a good deed for nothing. But Harry could have easily used his daughter's life as leverage, yet he hadn't. In Frank's eyes, this was already an act of great sincerity.
And as far as he knew, Osborn Enterprises really hadn't done anything out of line.
This veteran liked to be straightforward, which saved Harry a lot of communication work; he liked that.
"I want you to head the security at my company. Here is the job description." Harry took out a document he had prepared long ago.
The Osborn Group was going to form an 'Asset Protection and Control Department.' Its main task would be to protect company property and, in some cases, recover company property.
Frank was no stranger to this sort of thing; in fact, companies had approached him before, but he had preferred working in the military.
However, at present, he had already resigned from his military duties.
"Mr. Osborn, I want to know if this will involve any non-compliant actions."
"It won't."
Harry's decisiveness caught Frank by surprise. From his observation, he didn't feel that Harry was lying.
And what Harry was thinking was that he was having his old man run for President precisely to define what was legal; of course he wouldn't violate laws or regulations.
"The Osborn Group is a legitimate company. All our actions are for development, and our level is higher than most people's. You'll see that in the future."
As he spoke, Harry took out a USB drive containing all the combat data provided by the system—'Spartan Combat Data and Training Manual' and 'Pilot Combat Data and Training Manual.'
"These are some of my ideas. Your first job is to help me organize these thoughts into a systematic training method or something similar. Most of my requirements are written in there. Once that's done, we'll talk about the next step."
Frank was somewhat confused—was this Mr. Osborn not thinking clearly? A gold-medal instructor was standing right in front of him, yet he wanted to use his own ideas for training?
Furthermore, did a private security force need this kind of thing?
"I know you're a bit confused, but you'll understand once you look at it. Keep it confidential; this is no joke."
In the future, Osborn would bring out even more exaggerated weapons and equipment. The soldiers in combat would no longer be ordinary people, the targets would not be limited to humans, and the battlefield might not even be on Earth.
Frank might be an excellent U.S. soldier, but Harry hadn't sought him out to go bomb some third-World country and then burn, kill, and pillage.
These things couldn't be explained simply by talking, but Frank would naturally understand once he saw the data.
"Also, our company provides room and board."
Frank nodded. After all, this was security work; controlling freedom of movement was normal.
"Understood. Where is my dormitory?"
Harry didn't answer Frank's question directly. Instead, he took out a bank card and handed it to Frank.
"Buy it yourself. Remember to set up security; I shouldn't need to remind you about that, right?"
Huh? Is that what 'room and board' means?
Frank's mouth hung open.