Norman Osborn, once a figure who had commanded the winds and clouds in the business world, now lay in his luxurious yet desolate bedroom, tortured to the brink of death by the hereditary disease that had always haunted his family.
Once, he had been a legend in the business world. With his sharp business acumen and decisive judgment, he had brought the Osborn Group to the pinnacle of the industry.
He attended all kinds of high-end social gatherings, always surrounded by flatterers, enjoying endless glory and wealth.
But now, illness ruthlessly ravaged his body.
He had sought treatment everywhere, visiting the world's top medical institutions and countless renowned medical experts.
He had tried every expensive drug and advanced treatment method, one by one.
Yet none of it had helped.
His body grew weaker and weaker. His once-strong physique had become gaunt, and every breath seemed to drain all his strength.
His mental state had also deteriorated. The confidence and composure he once possessed had long vanished, replaced by endless pain and despair.
He often woke in the middle of the night, unable to sleep from the torment of his illness, his eyes filled with attachment to life and fear of the future.
Just as he was about to give up hope, the appearance of the Lizard Serum gave him a glimmer of light.
Although the group had already vaguely realized the terrifying truth that Dr. Connors had transformed directly into a Lizardman after being injected with the Lizard Serum, they still frantically pushed forward with human trials of the serum in order to save Norman Osborn's life.
He was like a man struggling at the edge of drowning. Even if a raging whirlpool lay ahead, even if that so-called "lifesaving straw" might bring even greater danger, he still clutched it