"Twenty thousand?!"
'This isn't much better than scrapping an instrument in the lab...' Luka, who had been somewhat excited by White's combat power, twitched his mouth when he heard that.
No matter how rich the family was, this wasn't the way to spend money.
However, the experiment was actually sufficient at this point.
Although the carbon fiber outer armor had not yet been equipped, this did not significantly affect White's fighting ability, aside from the slight deformation of movements caused by its inflatable shape.
After all, White's own mechanical power was very strong, and its carbon fiber composite skeleton also had good defensive capabilities.
Furthermore, the strength and output of its hands and feet were exceptionally high, considering balance and the need to carry heavy objects during nursing work.
The current White was already an excellent combat robot with a very deceptive appearance.
'However, there are still many exposed wires and important equipment on the skeleton, so protection still relies on external armor for more reliability. I wonder if all the armor components can be printed when I return tonight.'
'It's a pity, although the action module for firearm weapons was imported, White's hands are too big, so custom specialized firearms will be needed later.'
In fact, Luka was already considering whether to develop a batch of pure combat bodyguard robots based on White.
After all, while White was certainly more mature in medical care, the field of medical equipment was equally deep, and his company had no prior connections in this area, so rashly entering it could easily backfire.
'Hmm, all of this will have to wait until I completely control the company.'
Just as Luka was thinking this, outside the Villa courtyard, the company's bulletproof vehicle had already arrived.
"Young Master, when would you like to depart?"
"Let's go now!"
.... New York, Brooklyn, Wellhaven Hospital.
Although this hospital was not as historically long-standing as Presbyterian Hospital, nor as comprehensively excellent in all medical fields, in the field of neurology and neurosurgery alone, it was absolutely in a leading position throughout America.
Otherwise, Luka would not have specifically transferred his mother to this hospital.
In the VIP ward, Samira was discussing Gina's condition over the past two days with her attending Doctor.
Luka, meanwhile, just quietly watched his mother from the side.
Although Gina was already over forty years old this year, her exquisite features made her look more than ten years younger than her actual age.
Especially now in a comatose state, she completely lacked the aura of a strong businesswoman she usually had, instead appearing more serene and delicate.
If one didn't know her true situation, it would be hard to imagine that this was also a powerful female warrior who once dominated chaotic battlefields like Sokovia, let alone believe that she could still take out three Chitauri soldiers consecutively before nearing unconsciousness.
'So, for a cuckoo like me, you went to such lengths. I suppose if you knew the truth, you'd regret it very much, wouldn't you?'
Just as Luka was quietly staring at Gina in a daze, Samira's voice next to him suddenly rose, drawing Luka's attention as well.
"So, Doctor West, you mean that Madam now has a chance of recovery?"
Samira stared excitedly at the Doctor in front of her, wanting to reach out and grab his arm to press for answers, but afraid her actions would be too abrupt, she could only repeatedly clench her fists in the air.
It was Gina's attending Doctor in front of her who, after seeing Samira's appearance, subtly glanced at Luka, who was also looking at them, before awkwardly explaining.
"Uh...it's just a possibility. Because several families with similar severe cases previously chose to forgo treatment, after communication between the hospital and the families, we are now preparing to form an expert group to conduct experimental treatment for these patients."
"If the treatment is ultimately successful, perhaps Mrs. Orange can also receive effective treatment."
Luka's mouth twitched upon hearing this.
This so-called 'expert group experimental treatment' sounded good, but the actual key word was only 'experiment.'
To perform such an operation, it was even more complex and cumbersome than a patient signing organ donation procedures.
It was basically no different from direct human experimentation, and under normal circumstances, no hospital would take such a great risk to perform similar operations.
"Then, Doctor West, do you know what the success rate of this experimental treatment is?"
Samira asked this question. Although Luka had mentioned last night that Gina might be curable, the hospital's authority was clearly still greater in her mind.
However, Doctor West, when asked, became even more awkward.
"This, this. We're just beginning to prepare the expert group; no one can be sure of the specific success rate. However, this expert group will invite Dr. Stephen Strange and several other big names in neurological medicine, so their capabilities can be guaranteed."
Upon hearing this, Luka's brows immediately furrowed.
When his mother, Gina, was first diagnosed, he had also asked someone to invite Stephen Strange, but in the end, he didn't even get to meet him and was directly rejected.
Now, for what reason had the other party suddenly decided to wade into this muddy water again?
The reason it was called 'muddy water' was because, according to Doctor West, it was clear that this so-called expert group not only had no treatment plan but hadn't even been officially established.
Under such circumstances, the probability of finding effective treatment in a short time was extremely low, and coupled with the not-so-good name of 'experimental treatment,' who could have such great influence to invite that incredibly arrogant fellow?
One must know that before becoming Doctor Strange, Stephen Strange was truly not a benevolent person.
To ensure his own surgical success rate and reputation in the medical field, he usually wouldn't even touch surgeries that he himself believed had no chance of success.
Of course, given Strange's skill level, if he thought a surgery had little chance of success, it could indeed be declared a 'death sentence.'
'So then...'
"Excuse me, who proposed and initiated this expert group?"
Luka stared unblinkingly at Doctor West, waiting for his answer.
Looking at the questioning gaze of the young man in front of him, Doctor West's eyes flickered slightly, but then he calmed down a bit.
"I don't know, but even if I did, it's not something I could disclose to you."
Luka continued to stare at him for a moment, then simply nodded calmly.
"Thank you, Doctor West, for informing us of this news."
"Next, I'd like to spend some time alone with my mother."
Saying this, Luka directly motioned for Samira to see the Doctor out, while he turned away, no longer paying attention to the other party, and brought out the medical box containing White.
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