Steve pressed the projector on the table, and a list was projected onto the wall, displaying information on cryogenic scientists who met certain criteria.
There were not many scholars on Earth who could be called cryogenic scientists. Even counting the deceased, their numbers only reached the hundreds.
Among them, only a few dozen relatively famous scholars might have developed such brilliant cryogenic technology, and around thirty of them had spouses.
Yet neurodegenerative diseases were relatively rare to begin with. Among those thirty cryogenic scientists, none had wives suffering from such a rare illness.
In fact, aside from two widowers and eight divorced men, the remaining cryogenic scientists all had happy families and fulfilling lives. There were no tragic tales of separation by death.
At that moment, Strange spoke again. "I already said that I'm the best neurosurgeon in the world. If someone had such a rare condition, I should at least have seen or heard of it. But I truly haven't."
"Besides, when he gave me the materials, he emphasized that the patient could not come in for an examination. But if it really was the story of his friend, as he claimed, then even if the patient could not come because of her condition, why didn't Schiller's friend, her husband, show up in person?"
Stark's voice came from inside his armor. "If such a person truly existed in this world, there's no way I wouldn't be able to find him."
No one thought he was bragging. Aside from being Iron Man, Stark was also the head of Stark Industries, the world's richest man with control over the greatest capital on the planet.
Combined with Jarvis's artificial intelligence and Stark's unparalleled information-gathering capabilities, if someone like him set his mind on finding a person, there was no way he would