Hex Technology Tycoon of American Comics

"First we need to collect your...brain waves."

"You don't want to control my brain waves, do you? I heard that there are some kind of brain-controlling devices in China."

Karl was a little speechless, and then decided to fight fire with fire: "Then you must also know the lizard people, right? I defeated the lizard people, you can trust me."

Curtis paused for a moment, then suddenly realized: "Yes, I believe you."

Carl: "..."

"Haha, I'm kidding, you don't really think I'm a conspiracy theorist, do you?" Seeing Karl's expression, Curtis suddenly laughed, and it seemed that Karl was fooled and made him very happy.

Karl paused for a moment and said with a smile: "But it is undeniable that there are indeed a lot of them."

"Conspiracy theorist? That's true..."

Curtis was halfway through speaking before he realized what Karl was talking about!

He looked at the half-smiling expression on Karl's face and opened his mouth: "Uh... are you talking about... a conspiracy theorist?"

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

"You are such an interesting guy." Curtis smiled and shook his head.

During the conversation, the mental data had been collected. He only needed to fix the prosthetic leg to Curtis's severed limb, and he would have a shimmering medicine prosthesis that could move freely.

"Last step...lift your legs."

"Of course - but does this kind of high technology require surgery or something?" Curtis was a military doctor. He thought that this kind of prosthetic body required nerve connection surgery.

But Karl just shook his head, pressed the release button, and then directly put the prosthetic body in.

"No need - this is the highest technology."

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

But soon the interface part began to adjust itself, spreading upward little by little, and then locked on the severed limb.

Several small tubes penetrated directly into the severed limb, injecting a very small amount of light into Curtis's wound. The flesh squirmed slightly under the stimulation, covering the interface ceramics.

Curtis only felt that he seemed to have a...phantom limb effect, and the non-existent leg bounced--

click!

The prosthetic body suddenly bounced up. Fortunately, Karl had anticipated it and directly held down the prosthetic leg.

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

"This is the new student, Curtis, stand up and try." Karl took a few steps back and encouraged the veteran to get out of bed.

Curtis stood up hesitantly, first placing his center on the other leg, but soon, he found that he couldn't stop thinking about the other leg.

Then... in his surprised eyes, the prosthetic leg started to move!

He can even feel the prosthetic leg and control it!

"Oh my God...this is impossible, this...this is a miracle!"

Curtis looked at his prosthetic limb and then at Karl. Two lines of tears could not stop flowing from his eyes.

He can walk again!

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

Just like his own legs!

"I feel like I can even run!" Curtis walked to the door, and then trotted towards the window sill again!

Although the prosthetic limb is a little stiff, it is really swinging!

Karl applauded in time: "Congratulations, Mr. Curtis, you are the first user of shimmering prosthetics. How do you feel?"

Curtis looked out the window. For the first time, he felt that the sunshine 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 and the like. There are some veterans who might have doubts about start-up companies like mine. Maybe you can do me a favor."

"Walking around like an exhibit?" Curtis smiled, "Of course you can, although it will definitely not be comfortable."

"That's not necessarily true. If you want, I have more work for you." Karl put away his equipment and said, "One more thing, don't say that I am some evil brain-controlled organization. Someone will Seriously."

"Haha - of course not.

In addition, I am also interested in other jobs. I was a doctor before, and if this is useful, I will be happy to return to this identity. "

Curtis is not a fool, he knows that Karl must have something up his sleeve.

While the exhibits were only one aspect, since Karl said he had other plans, he could only think that his career as a military doctor was still of some use.

But to be honest, medical treatment on the battlefield is still very different from modern medicine, and he doesn't really think he can be a doctor.

"Don't worry, we are a start-up company and there are plenty of opportunities."

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

This inventive genius plans to go it alone?

Just when he was about to ask something, there was a sudden rush of sound outside the corridor.

It was like someone was pushing a bed flying across the corridor, and it wasn't just one bed, it was three!

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

The three seriously ill patients could only be caused by accidents.

Another broken family.

But before he could finish speaking, another man quickly walked through the door. He was stained with blood, and his expression was anxious and desperate!

Those are his wife and children!

Curtis suddenly paused when he saw this man, quickly ran to the door, looked at the figure and said in shock: "Frank?"

After seeing it, Karl asked: "Do you know him?"

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

You have my contact information and you can contact me at any time. Thank you for your help! "

Karl just waved his hand to show that he heard it.

……

"Hey! Frank! What happened?" Curtis, who had new legs, ran all the way and caught up with his friend Frank.

"Curtis?" Frank looked haggard. Seeing his friend who had been through life and death together in such a nervous state, he was suddenly stunned.

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

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

Curtis heard this and hugged Frank, constantly comforting his comrade.

They are old friends. From Vietnam to the Gulf to the Iraq War after 911/20, they have been fighting almost all the time during their nearly [-] years in the military.

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

But they are different. They are just guys blessed by the goddess of luck. They are still alive and their spirits are... quite normal.

So their friendship is absolutely strong.

In Frank's tragic and angry narrative, Curtis also knows what happened.

Frank is now on leave, and some things happened in Afghanistan that forced them to retreat for a while.

He took his family and planned to spend the vacation at an amusement park, but he just left for a while, and the gang suddenly appeared!

Without even saying a word, the gangs on both sides started a gunfight in the amusement park. Unfortunately, his family happened to be in the middle of the crossfire!

There was no luck and a stray bullet hit them.

Curtis was speechless after hearing this. Is there such a thing?

click.

The door of the operating room opened and the doctor came out: "Who are the family members?"

"I!"

"The condition of the wounded is not optimistic. The bullets smashed their internal organs, causing massive bleeding and extensive infection in the abdominal cavity. They... don't have long left."

"impossible!"

After hearing this, Frank shouted at the doctor with red eyes!

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

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

"How do you ask me to calm down! My family is going to die!"

Curtis patted Frank on the back and just sighed in his heart.

Internal organs were ruptured and bleeding profusely, an injury he could never understand.

On the battlefield, these wounded people are the kind who can be given a shot of morphine and left alone.

Not to mention that the hospital in Hell's Kitchen actually doesn't have very good medical skills - that's what veterans use.

technology?

Curtis stopped Frank's hand and suddenly paused.

technology?Maybe that person has an idea?

With the idea of ​​treating a dead horse as a live doctor, Curtis suddenly said: "Calm down! Frank! They may still be able to save it!"

As soon as these words came out, Frank, the beast, instantly became quiet, and even the frightened doctor on the side looked over.

Can ruptured internal organs be saved?

Curtis gritted his teeth and said: "You can give it a try! You go all out to carry out blood transfusions and hang on to their lives. I will contact that person!"

"Blood transfusion can be delayed, but the abdominal infection will become more and more serious, and the organ function..."

"Do it!"

After being yelled at by Curtis, who seemed like a good guy, the doctor suddenly stopped talking and returned to the operating table to start treatment.

It's all about money anyway. If they don't feel they are losing money, they can just do it themselves.