Osborn, Room and Board Included

When Harry and Norman proposed beginning the Artificial Organ experiments, Norman readily agreed.

Do not underestimate Norman's abilities. He was an exceptionally talented inventor himself, and Harry, who became a little smarter every time he acquired new technology, was no amateur either. The two of them were more than capable of bringing this technology to life.

"This is practically a work of art..." Norman gazed at the Artificial Liver before him in rapture.

Harry did not deny his father's assessment.

It was a half-mechanical, half-biological Artificial Liver. First, part of the living tissue was cultivated from the patient's cells to reduce rejection and produce bile. Then, artificial tissue, a Biochip, and miniature motors were incorporated to provide sufficient power. This liver possessed every function a healthy liver should have.

Even in this world overflowing with black technology, it was still a work of art.

"Harry, your guests have all arrived." Heli's voice came through the loudspeaker.

"Alright. Have them wait in the operating room."

Father and son exchanged a glance. The data showed that the liver fully met the requirements for use. Now, it was time for a real test.

"You'll be alright." Frank looked at his daughter through the thick glass, repeatedly making the sign of the cross with his hand. "God bless you."

The doors were pushed open, and Harry entered the operating room carrying a case.

It was a completely sterile, vacuum-sealed case. Everyone could see the exquisite liver inside.

"...So this is the Artificial Organ?" Even the lead surgeon was stunned by this work of art. "It... is beautiful."

"Thank you, Dr. Strangel. I believe you've already read the surgical instructions. I'll be watching from the side while you proceed." Harry set down the case in his hands.

The doctor before him was the renowned Stephen Strangel. However, he was still a neurosurgeon at this point.

Normally, Harry had other candidates for an organ transplant, but getting acquainted with the future Doctor Strange would not be a bad thing. Strangel was also deeply interested in the operation—a half-mechanical Artificial Organ was an epoch-making invention, and serving as lead surgeon would benefit him greatly.

Besides, his scalpel hand truly was the steadiest. There was no doubt about that.

"Then I'll leave it to you, Doctor." With that, Harry sat down to one side, ready to handle any emergencies that might arise during the surgery.

After all, this was the most advanced Artificial Organ in the world. There were no technical standards to follow, so he, its inventor, needed to oversee everything personally.

Strangel nodded, and the surgical lights came on.

"Begin the operation."

Frank watched as blood vessels and nerves were severed from his daughter's body, then connected to the Artificial Liver. He gripped the railing beside him so hard that it warped.

"...Condition is stable. No adverse reactions. Continue the operation."

"...The damaged organ has been removed. The new organ has been transplanted..."

As the organ was removed, the girl's heartbeat weakened, and her already faint breathing became nearly imperceptible.

"The Artificial Organ has been connected. Begin pumping."

A weak current passed through the Artificial Liver and synchronized with the faint bioelectricity in her body. Fresh bile slowly entered her circulatory system.

Now came the most critical stage.

Everyone stared fixedly at the girl on the operating table, while Harry stared just as intently at the data on the monitor.

Thump, thump...

Thump, thump.

The girl's heartbeat grew stronger—

"The organ is functioning normally. No adverse reactions. The surgery was successful."

"Everything is normal, Mr. Frank. All that remains is to completely treat the inflammation in your daughter's body. She is no longer in mortal danger."

Bang!

Frank collapsed to his knees beside the wall, tears streaming down his face. His daughter would not leave him now.

"This is a great invention, Mr. Osborn." Once the surgery ended, Strangel removed his mask, his face slightly flushed. "It will save tens of thousands of lives."

"That would be my honor. Thank you for your help, Mr. Strangel. Your angelic hands saved this poor family." Harry smiled.

The two shook hands amicably and began praising each other.

Click!

Heli took a photo of them shaking hands. It would be tomorrow's headline—The Osborn father and son developed a new Artificial Organ and successfully saved the daughter of a veteran of the Vietnam War.

With a healthy liver, along with the Osborn Group's medical resources, Frank finally heard his daughter's voice again.

Harry did not disturb the tender time between Frank and his daughter. It was not until evening, after Frank had coaxed his daughter to sleep, that he came looking for Harry.

"Mr. Osborn, tell me. What do you need me to do?"

Frank was not stupid. He understood that Harry would not do such a good deed for nothing. But Harry could have used his daughter's life to threaten him and had chosen not to. To Frank, that alone showed considerable sincerity.

Besides, as far as he knew, Osborn Enterprises had never done anything excessive.

The old soldier liked getting straight to the point, which saved Harry a great deal of explanation. Harry liked that.

"I want you to take charge of security at my company. This is the job description." Harry took out documents he had prepared long ago.

The Osborn Group would establish an "Asset Protection and Control Department." Its primary responsibilities would be protecting company property and, under certain circumstances, recovering company property.

Frank was no stranger to this sort of thing. In fact, other companies had approached him before, but he preferred working for the military.

But now, he had resigned from military service.

"Mr. Osborn, I'd like to know whether this might involve certain... improper Operations."

"No."

Harry's decisiveness caught Frank by surprise. From what he could observe, he did not think Harry was lying.

As for Harry, he thought that he was making his father president precisely to define what was legal. Of course he would not break laws or regulations.

"The Osborn Group is a legitimate company. Everything we do is for development, and we operate on a level far above most people. You'll see that for yourself in the future."

As he spoke, Harry took out a USB Drive containing all the combat materials provided by the system—the "Spartan Combat Data and Training Manual" and the "Mech Warrior Combat Data and Training Manual."

"These are... some of my ideas. Your first job is to help me organize them into something like a systematic training program. Most of my requirements are written inside as well. Once you finish that, we can discuss the next step."

Frank was somewhat confused—was Mr. Osborn not quite right in the head? A top-tier instructor was standing right in front of him, yet Harry wanted to train people using his own ideas?

And did a private security force even need this kind of thing?

"I know you have doubts, but you'll understand once you read it. Keep it confidential. This is not a joke."

In the future, Osborn would produce even more outrageous weapons and equipment. The soldiers fighting would no longer be ordinary people, their targets would no longer be limited to humans, and the battlefield might not even be on Earth.

Frank might be an excellent United States soldier, but Harry had not brought him here to bomb some third-world country and then burn, kill, and plunder.

There was no way to explain these principles with words, but Frank would naturally understand once he read the materials.

"Also, our company provides room and board."

Frank nodded. After all, this was security work. Restricting personal freedom was perfectly normal.

"Understood. Where is my dormitory?"

Harry did not answer Frank's question. Instead, he took out a bank card and handed it to him.

"Go buy one yourself. Remember to arrange proper security. I don't need to remind you of that again, do I?"

Huh? Was that what room and board meant?

Frank's mouth fell open.