"Single-arm lifting strength is nearly 5 tons, jump height exceeds 5 meters, distance exceeds 10 meters, average speed is 56 kilometers per hour, 1000 meters in 50 seconds."
"Harry, you..."
When Dr. Connors was examining Harry's body, he discovered that Harry's muscle cells were different from those of an ordinary person, so Harry simply confessed to him that he had long since ceased to be an ordinary person.
And these data points were certainly not Harry's limit; after all, he had not yet undergone systematic training.
"That's not the point, Dr.," Harry reminded Connors.
"Right." After saying that, Connors took out another report. "I performed tests using the RNA virus isolated from your father, and the results did not show the same RNA virus in your body."
"So, this isn't some kind of hereditary disease? I've also never heard of our ancestors having this condition."
"Not necessarily. First, the physical modifications you performed on yourself likely overcame this virus; second, the incubation period of an RNA virus can be very long, and it's not impossible for an infected person to live a normal life."
Harry held his forehead; there was no point in tracing whether this disease was hereditary now, the key was how to deal with it.
"Dr., do you remember your experiment?"
Connors was stunned for a moment; of course he remembered.
He had now completely accepted the mechanical prosthetic—this hand was much more useful than a real one.
Thanks to Harry's technology, this mechanical hand not only possessed extremely realistic force feedback but could also be equipped with various scientific instruments, making it very convenient to use.
Moreover, the superconducting nerve fibers would soon be officially put into use; by then, the mechanical prosthetic could be even more flexible than a normal arm.
Could it be that Harry wanted to pick up this research again? Connors could certainly understand Harry's idea.
"You want to use the Lizard's regenerative ability to overcome this virus?" Connors stroked his chin. "It might be useful, but self-healing ability can only make you look normal on the surface; after all, this is a virus, and we still need other ways to solve it."
"Secondly, the Lizard Serum is not safe. I don't recommend you use this as a cure option."
Harry couldn't help but laugh; Connors had really forgotten his former dream now that he had a mechanical hand, and was even advising him against it.
Is this the "law of eating one's words" that no one can escape?
However, to be honest, Harry also felt that enhancing self-healing to eliminate the virus was unlikely, but he had to try.
"Let's try it first." Harry took a box out from behind him.
Inside were 4 containers of different colors—Green Goblin Enhancer, Peter's blood, spider serum, and Lizard Serum.
"I want you to try and see if you can combine these three things to overcome their respective shortcomings."
Connors thought for a moment and nodded.
Handing the reagents to Connors, Harry walked into the ward.
Norman had regained consciousness, and Hurley was taking care of him on the side.
After the onset, the condition deteriorated rapidly; patches of green keratin had appeared on Norman's body, and his face was very pale.
Norman looked at Harry with the eyes of a dying man. Perhaps because Harry, who had transmigrated, made him feel very proud, his gaze was much softer than Harry had imagined.
There was no unwillingness or regret of a dying person, only some lingering regrets.
"Son, it seems I won't be able to run for President of the United States."
"Father, I will cure you." Harry shook his head. "Do you know the source of this disease? When did you contract it?"
After a silence, Norman spoke the truth.
"It could be a hereditary disease. There are indeed records of some family members who died young from a strange cancer, where the skin would turn into a green keratin layer."
"But it could also be the Enhancer project."
Norman's words shocked Harry—he thought he had convinced Norman not to use the Green Goblin Enhancer!
Seeing Harry's expression, Norman laughed.
"What? I didn't say I injected that thing." Norman certainly knew what Harry was thinking. In fact, if it weren't for Harry, he might have really injected it.
After a silence, Norman seemed to be recalling something, then continued.
"I extracted the base material for the Enhancer from a set of biological fossils; it is an RNA virus. This virus can cause genetic mutations in organisms and strengthen the human body, but it has very serious negative effects on the brain, even causing one to completely lose consciousness and awareness."
"I tried to remove the side effects of the virus, but you know what happened next; I failed. No matter how I tried, the virus's changes to the brain were drastic and irreversible. Compared to the initial version, the side effects of the Enhancer are now very mild."
"I might have also been infected with this virus during the experiment."
Harry frowned; these plausible but seemingly incorrect facts were far from any version of the plot he was familiar with.
A sudden, unspeakable sense of displacement arose in Harry's heart—perhaps he had missed something?
And that virus sounded somewhat familiar, but Harry couldn't remember where he had seen it.
"Father, where is that set of biological fossils? Where did you put it?"
"In the secret laboratory, I have it frozen."
Seeming to worry that Harry would rashly run off to study that thing, Norman added:
"That thing is dangerous! Son, don't study that thing; it's very dangerous!"
Harry nodded under the gaze of Norman and Hurley.
But he absolutely had to go and see what that thing was.
"I know, Father; I have a sense of measure."
"Then you two go to work. Dr. Connors is here looking after me. The company is booming now; I didn't expect you to be able to take down Stark Industries."
Norman patted Harry's shoulder.
Harry smiled and operated his phone.
"Stark Industries is just the beginning. Actually, I prepared a gift for you; I originally wanted to give it to you after the speech."
Outside the window came a whistling sound as something cut through the air; it seemed like something was flying very fast outside.
Under Norman's puzzled gaze, a goblin glider flew in.
"My glider!" It was clear that Norman really liked the glider; seeing this thing, his face flushed with excitement.
"It seems a bit different? You improved its propulsion system, right?" Norman gently stroked the glider with both hands. "It's my regret that I can't use it myself."
"Yes, I added an electric propulsion system. In addition, I developed a suit for the glider, which can help the user overcome the adverse reactions caused by the glider's high-speed movement."
"In other words, your invention will have a chance to be unveiled to the world."
Harry had always been very attentive to this, whether for his father or for the security force he was about to assemble.
-------------------------------
I've already uploaded 70 chapters of this story on Patreon!
If you enjoy it, come check out the latest chapters in advance.
[patreon.com/TripleCrown07]
Thank you so much for your support!!!
"And If you're enjoying it, drop a Power Stone for me!"