The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman

"His condition is very bad. Apart from the risk of infection caused by the messy wires he made in his body, he is also old and his body's recovery ability is not as good as that of young people. After injury, there will be a great risk of staying behind. The sequelae, even if he can survive the infection and inflammation, the body's functions have been severely damaged. I think you can first ask him if he has any last wishes..."

Stark banged the table, making a violent sound that startled Strange. The very tricky doctor said: "You'd better make sure that the consultation fee you give me is worthy of your violent temper. "

"I'm pretty sure that your courage is worthy of my force." Schiller said to Strange.

Stark looked at Obadiah lying on the experimental table. His pupils had begun to dilate. An extreme emotion surrounded Stark. He didn't understand why Obadiah did what he did.

"I have always wanted to prove to Howard that the biotechnology route I once proposed is by no means useless. It can bring enough power to people. Even if their bodies have aged badly, they can still be perfectly controlled by the power of their bodies. Mecha..."

"But you are about to die!" Stark said angrily: "What can be more important than life?!"

"Howard died earlier than me..."

Stark was speechless. He heard Obadiah sigh and say: "He deserves to die early, but it's a pity that he died early..."

A complex emotion arose in Stark's heart. He knew that the relationship between Obadiah and Howard was not the perfect partnership that many people imagined.

When you are with a peerless genius, few people will not feel jealous. Perhaps Obadiah once wanted to prove that he can do it without Howard.

It's a pity that Howard is gone, and he doesn't know who he should prove to.

Obadiah is old, and perhaps he knows that if he doesn't do this, he will never get another chance.

There has to be a Stark who understands that he is right. If the old Stark can't do it, then the young Stark can.

"I have to find a way to save him!" Stark threw himself on the experimental table on the other side and began to search for information frantically. He had no time to think about Obadiah stealing his mecha core. Over the years, Obadiah was almost the only relative he had, and now that he was dying, Stark couldn't care less.

"Heart stent! We have to make him a heart stent!" Stark said.

Strange shook his head and said, "You really have no medical knowledge. His heart is about to fail. This is not a problem that a stent can solve."

"Then hit a few more!"

"Unless you can use machinery to re-create a heart for him, his current heart will simply not be able to perform the function of transfusing blood to the body. He will die of heart failure within three hours at most."

"Are you a doctor who can only tell sarcastic words?!" Stark asked angrily. Strange was even angrier than him. He said: "You, a rich man, have delayed my entire afternoon with just one sentence! I just Tell the truth! He can’t be saved! Don’t think of doctors as God. You have made seven or eight holes in your heart. Even God can’t save him!"

Schiller patted Strange on the shoulder and said, "Can't you see the situation now? This rich man who has become so poor that he only has money left is willing to pay any price to save his uncle, as long as you I can come up with a plan and the price is whatever you want.”

Strange rubbed his temples and said, "We are all doctors. Don't I want to make this money? As long as he can be saved with medical means, then there will be no one in this world who cannot be saved."

"What did you just say??" Stark turned around and asked suddenly,

Strange was stunned and said, "What did I say?"

"Yes...mechanical heart! Make him a new heart!"

Schiller looked at his watch and said, "You only have three hours."

After speaking, he glanced at Obadiah again.

"This is still an optimistic estimate. I'm afraid that if it exceeds two hours, even if he has a new heart, his whole body will be necrotic due to ischemia."

Stark said nothing. He suddenly became quiet, and seemed to be no longer so irritable for a moment. All the threads in his brain cursed by knowledge were running wildly.

"It's ridiculous. If you want to replace a living person with a heart made by a machine, what about rejection?" Strange said.

Stark turned around and punched him. Schiller dragged him out of the laboratory. Strange rubbed his nose and said, "These damn rich people..."

"Stop complaining. Think about the seven or eight figures he will pay you for the consultation. Do you feel better?"

"Will he really pay that much?"

"That's Stark. Look under your feet. A single floor tile here might be your monthly salary."

Strange rarely spoke. It seemed that the upcoming large medical fee did not make him any happier.

After a while, Stark suddenly rushed out and said: "I have an idea! Yes, I have a way! The Ark reactor, that model..."

"I need an assistant, come here! Come here!"

Strange sat still, and Schiller could only stand up and said: "I'll do it, I hope I don't have to twist the light bulb anymore."

After entering the laboratory, it was made a mess by Stark. Schiller stepped over various documents and information scattered on the floor. Stark began tinkering on an experimental bench filled with various complex instruments. He talked while doing it. : "That model is not only useful for the composition of energy reactions, but its structure is very suitable for the human body. As for the rejection reaction..."

The movements in Stark's hands suddenly stopped. He put his hands on the table, then lowered his head. He said softly: "I almost died of rejection. Maybe this is retribution."

"Forget about your fatalism." Schiller glanced at Obadiah.

He seemed to be conscious, but excessive ischemia made him speechless. He did not look at Stark, but just kept staring at the experimental table.

Perhaps, young Obadiah stood aside like this, watching Howard enthusiastically busy beside the experimental table. At that time, they could conduct experiments all night, and then chat about these inventions while eating breakfast. How to change the world.

At that time, Howard was passionate and ambitious. He was an unparalleled genius. Obadiah was more like the shadow of a genius. Howard was born to change the world, but Obadiah only wanted to use himself. The ability to make one's life better.

Obadiah felt his whole body begin to heat up, and a warm current flowed from his heart to his limbs. In a hazy state, he saw countless scenes playing before his eyes.

Howard died too early, but Obadiah was grateful that Howard died so early, which allowed him to have a beautiful enough friendship to remember before his death. It was the most passionate and glorious years of his life.

A behemoth rose in his hands until he ruled the world.

Thanks to Howard's death too early, this friendship has not gradually been worn to wither in the vagaries of the world. It will always be so bright, and even before death, it seems that there is no regret.

"You have to hurry up." Schiller looked at Obadiah and said, "We made some mistakes in our estimation. You still have an hour and a half at most. He has already lost his mind."

Stark turned around in panic and said: "No!! Don't! Wait, wait... don't do this, how could he..."

"Just like you before, the desire to survive is a very important thing. Once it is gone, the body will begin to decline at a speed you cannot imagine."

Stark held the parts in his hands tightly. He said nothing and turned around to continue the experiment.

Schiller asked the symbiote in his mind: "Can't you rebuild a heart for him?"

"No, his heart is missing something and needs the symbiote to maintain it. If he leaves me, he will die."

Schiller thought about it, and it seemed that this was indeed the case in the comics. The elderly Eddie relied on venom to transform cells into part of his body. Without the venom, he would die.

"There are parts that can be combined." The symbiote added.

"You can try to make parts," Schiller told Stark, "and I can reconstruct them with flesh and blood without fixings or stitches."

Stark pointed out the pen and drawings to Schiller and said: "The structure of the Ark reactor can be used in the heart. Look here, we replace the entire left ventricle, strengthen the myocardium here, and then install a Artificial heart pump..."

Schiller called Strange in. Strange looked at the drawing and said: "If it is just theoretically possible, it is possible, but I advise you not to do it. The combination of the human body and metal will have many consequences." Big risk. This is a problem that the medical community has been unable to break through, and you are not a doctor at all. Even if you can save him temporarily, subsequent parts maintenance and metal aging are also problems..."

Schiller said: "Obadiah seems to have been studying biological machinery. He must have useful information. Jarvis, can you find out where Obadiah is doing research?"

There was a beep from Jarvis, and then he said: "Calculation... positioning... positioning successful, the former site of Stark Industries, which was also the former Stark Automotive Industry Group."

"The storage device has been detected...the data has not been uploaded, please wait, I am using physical cracking..."

Within a few minutes, a mecha flew in, holding a heavy computer in its hand. Stark pulled out a USB flash drive and inserted it into the computer. Soon Jarvis said: "The data has been encrypted... The encryption is being cracked...the cracking is complete...all have been uploaded."

Stark hurriedly turned to his host. The moment he opened the host screen, he was stunned.

There were so many documents and drawings on it that Schiller couldn't understand what was written at all. After a while, Stark took two steps back and said: "Maybe he is right, maybe he is right..."

"He found another way, a completely different way from mechanical armor..."

"You're running out of time," Schiller said.

"No, now I only need half an hour, no, no, 20 minutes. These data are all ready. Jarvis will help me calculate it right now. Let's start by building this model..."

An hour later, both Stark Schiller and Strange walked out of the laboratory with tired faces. Strange's hands were full of blood. He said: "How can such a thing happen in this world? Do you really use A heart was made out of a pile of scrap metal, and then it successfully jumped, God..."

Schiller was not much better. Changing a heart was a laborious task, and his chest was soaked with blood.

Stark leaned against the wall and sat down slowly. He said, "Am I really like my father? Blindly arrogant and determined to have my own way..."

"No……"

Stark looked up at Schiller who was speaking.

"You're worse than your father."