Facing countless pairs of eager eyes, Aaron calmly snapped his fingers.
Curt, holding a high-spec suitcase with a Phoenix symbol printed on its surface in his right hand, quickly walked up.
This scene was familiar, exactly like the suitcase Tony carried at that time.
When the suitcase opened, revealing light green and blue reagents inside, Aaron could clearly feel the breathing in the venue suddenly quicken.
Everyone's heart rate accelerated by several beats, so much so that someone fainted on the spot.
The accompanying Doctor immediately provided emergency treatment on site.
However, others ignored this scene. They watched the reagents without blinking.
If it weren't for Aaron's previously displayed powerful strength, perhaps these people would not have sat here quietly like obedient babies, following the rules he set.
"I think at this moment, no one wants me to say too much nonsense, and no one wants to understand me now."
"Without further ado, let's get straight to the point."
Under everyone's tightened hearts, Aaron took out a light green reagent.
"This is the anti-cancer reagent of Newborn No. 1. As its name suggests, it can effectively isolate and eliminate cancer cells."
"No matter the type of cancer, even if you are in the late stage, as long as you persist in injecting or taking this reagent, you can still snatch a life back from the hands of the God of Death."
Cancer does not distinguish between common people and the wealthy. In today's society, anyone can contract cancer. And most of these cancers are incurable.
Even if they are rich, they can only live longer than other poor people.
Aaron scanned the surroundings, his sharp gaze instantly detecting the health status of the attendees.
He raised his hand and pointed at a slightly overweight middle-aged man whose complexion was somewhat ashen.
"Mr. Sultan, would you like to experience its effects?"
Aaron disliked beating around the bush, he only dealt in reality.
The middle-aged man pointed out, who wore a cloth covering his head, looked fine on the surface, but was actually terminally ill and had less than two years to live.
"Of course, sir, I would be delighted. May I ask how much I need to pay to obtain it?"
Sultan was a prince from an oil-rich nation, possessing billions in assets and having wielded national power. But at the age of eighty, he was plagued by illness.
Every year, he had to spend huge sums of money fighting the God of Death.
He had searched for famous Doctors worldwide and used the so-called most advanced medical technology, yet he could still sense his life rapidly slipping away.
He did not want to die. He used his power and wealth to finally obtain an invitation card, all for the sake of acquiring newborn.
He had originally thought there would be a fierce competition. He didn't expect such a surprise to land on him so quickly.
Aaron shook his head. "No need, but you must enter a device so that everyone can witness a miracle."
Upon hearing this, Sultan nodded repeatedly.
Aaron clapped his hands.
Staff members immediately drew back the curtain, revealing something resembling a medical pod from a science fiction movie. This machine could accurately detect the internal condition of the human body. Whether it was cancer or other diseases, nothing could hide.
Looking across Earth, there was only this one machine.
Because it was not Earth technology, but originated from Asgard.
Next to the machine, a woman in a white coat was busy working.
Aaron asked, "Who is she?"
Felicia was clearly prepared and said, "Her name is Wu Jiaqi, she is from China and is a professional doctor, previously employed at XX Hospital in New York, and has a deep cooperative relationship with Osborn Industries."
Felicia pulled out a file from the archives.
Aaron glanced at it and immediately recalled the scene in Iron Man 3 where Tony had shrapnel removed.
So, Wu Jiaqi was working for Osborn Industries?
And Osborn Industries belongs to him.
Rounding up, does that mean Wu Jiaqi belongs to him?
Felicia flipped to the next page.
Name: Wu Jiaqi
Age: Twenty-five
Marital Status: Unmarried (No dating experience)
Goodness, everything is prepared.
To obtain a medical license at this age and join New York's largest private hospital with excellent grades, she must have been fully dedicated to her studies.
A total academic powerhouse!
I, Aaron, appreciate such academic powerhouses the most.
Look at Helen, she has been employed for less than half a month, and she has already become the head of a department. That shows how much importance is placed on her.
Moreover, he constantly monitors her physical condition, thoroughly checking it every day and ensuring her physical and mental well-being.
A boss like him is rare.
Facing Aaron's gaze of admiration, Felicia's expression was calm as she said, "A week ago, I had her submit a very comprehensive employment physical examination, absolutely no issues."
Aaron nodded. "I think I am currently missing a personal doctor to ensure my real-time personal health status, she is very suitable."
Felicia gave an "I knew it" look and nodded. "No problem, I will arrange it later."
See!
This is a thoughtful personal secretary to the CEO.
She deserves a promotion.
At this moment, Aaron signaled to Sultan, who was waiting nearby, to lie inside.
Sultan dared not speak much or look around, and obediently complied.
He did not need to remove his clothes. Asgard technology is this advanced.
Wu Jiaqi was clearly studying the instructions Aaron had provided very carefully. Although slightly unfamiliar, she operated the machine accurately.
Under the expectant gaze of everyone else, Sultan's internal cellular tissue structure appeared as a 3D image in the air.
Aaron pointed at one area and magnified it. A picture of abnormal cells appeared before everyone.
That was a malignant tumor!
"Please wait patiently for three minutes, and you will witness the eighth wonder of the world." Aaron chuckled.
Tony, sitting in the front row, raised his hand. "It should be the tenth wonder. My Iron Man Suit and the Arc Reactor should rank eighth and ninth."
Aaron was noncommittal about this.
The others did not voice their agreement with Tony. Instead, many glared, signaling Tony to keep quiet.
We admit that your creations have high technological content and can even trigger an energy revolution. But your research cannot be popularized among the masses, nor can it free us from death.
Under normal circumstances, they might flatter Tony. But right now, excuse us, you'd better shut up.
Seeing this, Tony immediately felt the chill of being forgotten.