Three minutes passed quickly but in this moment, it felt like an hour.
Finally—
"It appeared!"
"My goodness, what is that?"
Everyone leaned forward as much as possible.
People in the back row even took out matching binoculars. Osborn was thoroughly prepared in this regard.
On the 3D image, some peculiar transparent liquid, as if possessing eyes, rapidly enveloped the tumor tissue area.
Visibly, the originally vigorous tumor's activity gradually weakened.
Aaron glanced at Curt.
The latter understood and explained, "This is the anti-cancer reagent produced by Osborn Industries. It generates a high-molecular transparent acid that accurately locates cancer cells, envelops them, and isolates them from normal cells."
"Once completely isolated, it cuts off the external energy supply to that area, causing the cancer cells to lose energy, stop dividing, and eventually reach their end."
"Through our research, general patients with early-stage cancer only need to consistently take five doses of the Newborn No. 1 series anti-cancer reagent to eliminate the cancer cells and regain a healthy body."
"Patients with cancer in the middle stage only need to take ten doses to basically recover."
"As for patients with cancer in the late stage, they need to consistently take about thirty doses for the medicine to take effect and cure the disease."
"Given that some cancerous areas are special and may have led to organ failure, they require coordination with another newborn series medicine we developed—the limb regeneration potion."
When Curt reached this point, his expression became visibly excited. He raised his right hand high, and another 3D projection popped up beside him.
That was him before joining Osborn Industries.
"As everyone knows, I previously didn't have a right hand."
His intact right hand and the image of himself with only an empty sleeve on the right were two completely different pictures.
"A month ago, I was still a disabled scientist. I have always been committed to creating a perfect world without defects."
"Imagine if there were no longer any defects, diseases, or deformed children in the world."
Curt sighed. "But I struggled for half my life, specializing in limb regeneration research, yet found little success."
"Until recently, I was fortunate enough to be invited by Mr. Aaron to join a biological research project named 'Miracle'."
"Under Mr. Aaron's guidance, the miracle was born in less than half a month."
At this moment, Curt's eyes were filled with tears, and he shook hands heavily with Aaron.
Aaron deliberately patted his intact right hand. "Dr. Curt, you also deserve credit for this miracle. Your dream has succeeded."
"No, all the credit belongs to you. You created this miracle single-handedly. You are the savior of humanity, you are the father of modern biomedical science."
Curt was emotional. Only those involved like him knew where these miracles truly originated.
Aaron single-handedly created this miracle and changed the future of humanity.
These doctors and experts seemed to be participating in the miracle research, but in reality, they only performed trivial tasks.
Many people in the audience were very cooperative, with tears welling up in their eyes.
Someone secretly lowered his head, took out eye drops from his pocket, applied them, and then stood up with an excited expression to give Aaron and Curt enthusiastic applause.
"Mr. Aaron, you are the miracle!"
"If there is a God in the world, then you are the god of miracles! Mr. Miracle!"
Aaron glanced out of the corner of his eye. Goodness, it was Justin Hammer of Hammer Industries.
He did not recall having such a good relationship with him.
Aaron gave Felicia and Norman a subtle look. Both of them shook their heads.
They had indeed hired spme people to set the atmosphere, but those people were still busy collecting tears and brewing emotion, only to be preempted by Justin.The key was that Justin's emotions were perfect, his actions were perfect, and even his words were quite beautiful. He was truly professional.
Tony pursed his lips. He had always looked down on Justin, and he looked down on him even more at this moment.
But inwardly, he had to admit that his move was truly Genius.
Smart media reporters quickly captured this moving scene.
At the same time, everything here was being broadcast live to the outside world.
Many people were astonished by the miracles Aaron had created.
Especially those with disabilities, who loudly shouted, "Mr. Miracle!" and "God of miracles!"
No one doubted the authenticity.
After all, Curt was standing right there.
No words were needed, everything was visible on screen.
Curt vigorously waved his hand. To prove the authenticity of his right hand, he even ruthlessly cut it with a knife. Bright red blood flowed out.
Now, no one questioned it further.
Curt then took out another dose of medicine, which was the super healing potion.
After he consumed a portion of it, the knife wound on his right hand rapidly healed.
He gently rinsed it with water and wiped away the bloodstains. His arm was completely intact, without even a scar remaining.
The camera zoomed in for a close-up of the wound.
"Did you see that? This is the third miracle Mr. Aaron has bestowed upon the world."
"The super healing potion!"
"A powerful restorative reagent that helps people quickly recover from injuries, with absolutely no side effects."
"As long as you carry one with you, even if you suffer arterial bleeding, drinking a dose can quickly stop the bleeding and facilitate recovery."
"No scars, no regrets."
Hammer stood up again and applauded excitedly. "Mr. Miracle, you are the eternal God!"
Following Justin's standing applause, every person present graciously offered enthusiastic applause.
Many people loudly shouted "Mr. Miracle."
They gave Aaron plenty of respect.
Ronald stood up while applauding. "Mr. Aaron, as a partner, I am delighted to collaborate further with you."
"The Military needs these life-saving elixirs. Our great young men who protect national security and shed their blood need this super healing potion to save their precious lives."
He then looked toward the President seated in front of him. "I believe Mr. President and the various congressmen surely cannot bear to watch those soldiers who should have a chance to recover lose their precious lives due to a lack of sufficient medicine."
The U.S. President's lips twitched. He really wanted to say, I can bear it.
This stuff clearly looked expensive.
They allocated so much funding to the military every year, only for the military to spend tens of thousands of dollars on a bag of ordinary screws.
If he could, he absolutely did not want to spend more money feeding these insatiable bloodsuckers.
However...
"Of course, as the President, I have a duty to be responsible for every brave and capable soldier."
"They deserve the best treatment, and Osborn Industries' Newborn series products are undoubtedly the best treatment." The President replied with a smile.
He couldn't afford to offend the Military, and he certainly didn't want a Military coup during his term.
If he dared to refuse, the veterans and active servicemen would surely tear him apart.
He decided to leave this mess for the next President. His term was ending in two years anyway, and he couldn't be bothered to deal with so much.
One must trust the wisdom of future generations.