The Mixue Bingcheng of the Prosthetic Limb World

Chapter 34: Mixue Bingcheng of the Prosthetic Limb World

The underground world currently does not present the situation of six kings from the original timeline.

Morgans is still an ordinary reporter, a long way from establishing the World Economic News Agency, and Stussy, the queen of the pleasure district, is still a clone embryo at this time.

But some areas have already been divided, and Piekro, mentioned by Oran, is one of them.

Piekro, the great undertaker, runs a large funeral home, primarily in the funeral industry.

However, the scope of this funeral industry is much larger than ordinary people realize, including but not limited to assassinations, organ harvesting, and corpse smuggling.

Besides regular funeral services, they do almost everything.

In the increasingly chaotic Grand Line, their business is booming. Although this business does not conflict with Feld's business, neither would hesitate to swallow the other if given the chance.

"Do you know what you're saying?"

"I confirm my grammar is correct, but that's only if the first plan goes smoothly. I have absolutely no interest in organ trafficking."

These giants of the underground world are essentially not good people. Operating between pirates and the World Government, engaging in various illegal businesses, if they were benevolent, they would have been devoured long ago.

But this sea is a dog-eat-dog environment, and Piekro's business is undoubtedly the most bloody and dirty.

Moreover, in Oran's plan, even if he didn't make a move on Piekro, Piekro would have to make a move on him.

"Wait a moment, all of you, get out."

Feld interrupted Oran and then signaled all his bodyguards to leave.

"Boss, if we do that..."

"I told you to get out, don't you understand?"

"Yes!"

Feld is not good at fighting, but he has his own courage, otherwise, he wouldn't have reached the position of the loan shark king. Although his personal bodyguards have his trust, Feld still doesn't want details to get out.

"Is it safe to talk here?"

"Of course. I know an expert in eavesdropping. She modified my personal Den Den Mushi, and with my technology, no Den Den Mushi signal will be transmitted from this room.

Are there people around? Aren't your bodyguards very clear about that?"

With a click, Oran's spinning top stopped, and he sat up straight, clasping his hands on the table.

"Hoo, I'm very interested in what you have to say. You can explain it in detail now. Double the funds is not a problem, as long as you make me feel this money is worth spending."

"I don't need to tell you the value of the Ybel Prize. If the charity organization you sponsor can win both the medical and peace awards simultaneously, it signifies great achievements."

The Ybel Prize is a grand event in the scientific community held every few years on the sea, with considerable recognition in various countries.

Each selection includes the Nobel Prize in Physics, Chemistry, Peace, Physiology or Medicine, and Literature, aiming to honor those who have "made the greatest contribution to humanity" in physics, chemistry, peace, physiology or medicine, and literature.

As a charitable organization, medicine and peace are undoubtedly the most important.

"I don't have the ability to manipulate the selection of that award. Otherwise, do you think I would still need to invest in you?"

"Mr. Feld, you've misunderstood something. We have enough confidence in our abilities. You just need to let those judges know about it, and they will naturally award it to us. All you need to do is create momentum.

This is Punk's latest achievement. You can take a look. You can call it Flower Bomb, a new invention that has no direct damage but can prevent enemies' guns from firing bullets."

Oran didn't explain too complicatedly, stating the effect in the most concise way. Sometimes Oran felt that people in the underground world were quite easy to get along with. At least these people only pursued efficiency, not a mind full of bizarre and troublesome clients who only caused trouble in the end.

"This invention... it can indeed work. Such a product is enough to convince the members of the selection committee. What about the medical award?"

Clang.

With a collision sound, Oran threw a metallic arm in front of Du Feld.

The skeleton was made of metal. To make it easier for outsiders to understand, Oran used transparent material instead of muscle, and one could still see lines like blood vessels and meridians.

"Prosthetic?"

"It's a prosthetic limb. This is not just for show. With a small surgery, it can be connected to the human body. How many people on this sea have lost limbs due to accidents?

They were originally the pillars of their families, but became cripples due to accidents. And this thing is enough to give them a new life.

Arms, eyes, legs, organs – these can all be replaced by machinery. This is a new opportunity for countless people."

This part of the prosthetic limb and artificial organs is, of course, not the Hextech on Kate's body, but a common, degraded version. It lacks the enhancement capabilities of Hextech and can only replace what is missing.

"This alone is not enough to win the medical award."

"Of course, I know that. There are quite a few people on this sea who can make similar things. It wouldn't be complicated even for Queen and Judge to do it."

There are many geniuses on this sea, and quite a few can make high-tech prosthetic limbs. But those are not universal, and the high cost is unaffordable for ordinary people.

"Mr. Du Feld, why don't you try to guess the cost of this prosthetic limb?"

Looking at the lifelike arm, which even had metallic muscle lines, Du Feld frowned and did not give an answer.

"I don't understand the technical aspects, you tell me directly."

"Fifty thousand. Only fifty thousand Belly. And the most expensive part is the neural interface. If we abandon aesthetics, the price can be further reduced. Isn't this price enough to win this year's medical award?"

This figure is not high. Even if sold at double the price, it would still be affordable for ordinary people. In the original timeline, the protection money Arlong extorted from Nami's hometown was one hundred thousand Belly per adult per month.

That was a village in the East Blue, but most people could afford that money. If a family truly encountered a crisis, they could save up the cost of a prosthetic limb given some time.

"As long as the doctors are willing to learn, I can teach them how to perform surgery. Isn't that enough?"

While it was true that many people on the seas could craft prosthetic limbs, Oran managed to lower the price, transforming them from exclusive items for the wealthy into something everyone could afford.

Oran didn't mind teaching the surgical methods because the technical barrier for these procedures was low, and it wasn't Oran's primary source of profit.

In the Project Universe, machinery had developed to an astonishing degree. Anyone with a little know-how could assemble an arm from junk found in the wasteland, and this prosthetic limb technology originated from there.

Rather than wait for others to reverse-engineer it, it was better to proactively teach it, earn some tuition fees, build some reputation, and then, using the principle of small profits but quick turnover, completely capture the blank market at the bottom.

In Oran's plan, the codename for this initiative was - Mixue Bingcheng.