Mysterious Sponsor, United Construction

"Hmm... I must have had a screw loose last night to think of changing the activation command to this."

"Linkin Park!"

As Luca's voice fell, the red storage case in front of him unfolded rapidly.

Baymax's figure stood up and inflated, then took small, quick steps over to Luca's side.

"I am Baymax, your personal healthcare companion." (●-●)

"Yeah, yeah, I know. Help me scan her physical condition." Luca reached out and pointed toward Gina, who was lying on the hospital bed.

The next moment, the green light in Baymax's eyes scanned Gina's entire body, and a judgment followed.

"The target's vital signs are within a stable range. There is a blockage in some neural signal transmissions, and cocooning proteins are wrapped around the neural synapses. It is recommended..."

Baymax repeated the assessment from last night. As Luca listened, he asked, "According to what you said before, can targeted medication treat this?"

"The target's condition is still in the early stages. With continuous administration of targeted medication for over 12 weeks, the probability of successful treatment is 87.6%," Baymax replied.

Shamira's face lit up with joy upon hearing this. The doctor had just brought good news, and now the robot the young master had built also provided a high-probability prognosis for treatment.

"It seems the Madam truly has a chance to wake up."

However, compared to Shamira's optimism, Luca frowned slightly.

"12 weeks? That's three months, right? If you add the time to develop the drug, I'm afraid it will take at least half a year or even a year before she can wake up."

"Baymax, will this condition deteriorate over time?" Luca asked again.

"The database indicates that Neural Synapse Cocooning Syndrome causes the cocooning proteins to thicken slowly over time. As long as the patient's daily care and muscle-nerve stimulation exercises are maintained, it will not affect vital signs. However, the continuously thickening cocooning proteins will increase the difficulty for subsequent targeted drugs to break them down, slowing the patient's recovery time."

"The expert team doesn't feel reliable. It seems I need to find a biopharmaceutical lab to collaborate with as soon as possible."

Under Shamira's slightly worried gaze, Luca looked up at her again, his expression serious.

"Aunt Shamira, help me contact the lawyers and the family foundation. I need to calculate how many assets I can currently access."

Yes, although it was all his own family's money, it wasn't something Luca could use just because he wanted to.

Commissioning a lab to develop the drug for him, even with the formula data, would likely not be a small expense.

At Luca's current age, wanting to move larger assets or sell off funds and stocks under his parents' names required going through necessary procedures.

Fortunately, this expense was for the treatment of his mother, Gina. With this reason, the legal formalities would be much simpler.

After finishing the topic of assets, Luca added, "Also, please trouble yourself to ask around and find out who sponsored and proposed the formation of the hospital's expert team."

From Luca's perspective, his family's connections hadn't even been able to convince a man like Strange to diagnose his mother.

Whoever it was that had not only brought in Strange but also established an expert team and initiated this "experimental treatment" must have significant influence.

Perhaps it was some big shot whose own family member was suffering from a similar condition.

If that were the case, there might be other ways to get his hands on the drug formula developed sooner.

Shamira nodded upon hearing this and recorded these to-do items one by one.

Perhaps, in a while, I can bring Mother home for care, Luca thought.

This condition was similar to being in a vegetative state; it wouldn't suddenly deteriorate, nor would it be cured just by resting.

He had kept his mother, Gina, in the hospital primarily because he considered the medical staff there more professional, and also because he held onto a glimmer of hope for a cure.

Now that there was a treatment direction, and as for medical staff, Baymax was the best professional medical companion.

Bringing his mother home for care would be much more convenient.

However, all of this would have to wait until Luca cleared up the messy business currently on his plate.

After lingering in the ward for another two hours, Luca and Shamira rose to leave.

According to Shamira, the members of the tactical squad should arrive by this evening, and Luca naturally didn't intend to meet them at the hospital.

Moreover, the 3D printer running at home should be finishing up soon as well.

Luca had originally wanted to say that he would take this opportunity to go around the nearby mall to see if any "core components" might appear.

However, under Shamira's strong persuasion, he temporarily abandoned the idea.

After all, he still had [Sweet Captive] in his "hand" that hadn't been synthesized yet, so the new components weren't urgent.

On the way back.

Shamira's phone suddenly rang while she was driving. After a brief call, she continued to drive steadily while looking ahead, but she reported to Luca in a serious tone.

"Young Master, the investigation into Dragan that you asked me to hire someone for has results."

As soon as these words were spoken, Luca, who had been resting with his eyes closed, sat up straight and waited quietly for Shamira to continue.

"Although we haven't found Dragan's whereabouts yet, his tracks over the past two years can be traced."

"Two years ago..."

Listening to Shamira's unhurried account, Luca gained a rough understanding of the situation.

Ever since Dragan was kicked out of the company by Gina two years ago.

Relying on the massive "severance" payout Gina had bestowed upon him, he chose not to remain in New York, instead taking the money and heading out to "live it up."

During this time, he had toyed with the idea of investing in small companies, hoping to make a comeback and slap his sister in the face, but a string of failed investments caused Dragan to completely abandon such unrealistic notions.

About a year ago, leveraging his previous investment experience and the large amount of cash he had left, Dragan became a well-known high roller in Las Vegas.

However, the funds in his hands were, in the end, a source without a spring.

After a period of debauchery, every cent of Dragan's cash was completely drained by the bottomless, money-sucking pit that was Las Vegas, leaving him to rely on his former "good" reputation to continue swindling, borrowing, and taking out loans.

Yet, a short while ago, it was said that after he had nearly been hunted down and buried alive, he suddenly paid off the debts owed to the most powerful factions and subsequently vanished from Las Vegas.

As it stands, it is likely that the same force that arranged for several gunmen to protect Dragan completed the repayments for him, or perhaps, transferred that debt into their own hands.

As for why this could be investigated so clearly, it is naturally because there are still quite a few personal debts he owes that have yet to be repaid.

Even now, there are still many people over in Las Vegas who haven't grasped the situation, cursing up a storm while searching for his trail.

"So, you're saying that, in reality, it's still impossible to determine who is pulling the strings behind this?"

"Yes, but Young Master, the private investigator also uncovered one more thing. Of the three vehicles that attacked us that day, both large trucks belonged to a shell company named United Construction!"