Although, according to Baymax's previous statement, as long as the medication was produced, it should be able to cure Gina's illness 100%.
However, considering the time and tedious steps involved, Luca decided not to explain it to Shamila in detail again. He just needed her to understand that his mother Gina's condition wasn't hopeless.
Anyway, after Baymax performed the scan, there would be plenty of time to explain the necessary preparations for the treatment to her slowly.
Only after seeing the somewhat emotional Shamila calm down slightly did Luca ask again.
"Auntie Shamila, you didn't come here just to bring me food, right? How long until the materials I mentioned earlier arrive? Oh, and how's the contact with that tactical squad going?"
Actually, the former was what Luca really cared about.
Although the bodyguard matter was also important, having just synthesized two highly effective items—[Baymax] and [Tracking Glasses]—Luca's enthusiasm for new items was at an all-time high.
Moreover, even though the name [Sweet Surrender] was a bit nonsensical, it was indeed a mechanical arm with therapeutic effects.
Plus, the constant "glowing" was annoying, so Luca wanted to synthesize it as soon as possible.
However, Shamila's answer to Luca's question dampened his expectations slightly.
"Master, the grappling hook guns and transmission rods you wanted are already stocked by the company, so they should be delivered to the house by tomorrow. And... um... the vibrators of different models are also easy to handle."
"The only trouble is the few therapeutic devices you mentioned. Since some of them are relatively rare on the market, the delivery time might be slower."
Actually, what Shamila didn't say was that the company's weapons department had grumbled reluctantly about the "grappling hook guns" and "transmission rods" Luca requested.
After all, to put it bluntly, Luca had no actual power within Aurantius Industries. At best, he was just a 14-year-old boy who happened to be the heir to the company owner.
Asking the weapons department to provide "materials" once or twice was fine; they would treat it as playing house with a child to please the future boss.
But if it happened all the time, they would inevitably have some complaints.
Plus, Shamila's identity as the boss's "trusted driver" honestly wasn't enough to intimidate the somewhat arrogant "scientific talents" in the weapons department.
However, they only dared to complain a little and express their dissatisfaction implicitly.
Ultimately, it was for work. Even grad students had to babysit for their advisors sometimes. They didn't want to cause trouble by ignoring Luca's small requests.
So Shamila chose not to tell Luca and cause him unnecessary worry.
Back to the present.
Hearing Shamila's report, Luca thought for a moment and decided not to rush her. He simply said:
"Let's leave it at that for now. Just let me know when any of the therapeutic devices arrive."
"Okay."
Seeing Luca accept the situation casually, Shamila secretly breathed a sigh of relief, then continued to answer the second question.
"As for the tactical squad mentioned earlier, I've already contacted Shield Mountain... oh, that's the squad leader. They've been on standby these past few days and have already started their journey back after our call."
"As for the timing, they'll arrive the day after tomorrow at the latest. If they're early, they should be here by tomorrow night. Master, you know that the area around Manhattan has been chaotic recently, and even Connecticut is somewhat troublesome..."
Luca shook his head casually.
"Understood. No need to explain, Auntie Shamila."
"But Master, you said you wanted to check on the Madam's condition tomorrow," Shamila said with slight hesitation.
"It's fine. I have you with me, Auntie Shamila."
"Then please rest early, Master. I won't disturb you. I'll have the cleaners tidy up this mess tomorrow."
Saying this, Shamila prepared to walk toward her room. But she paused, thought for a moment, and added:
"Master, you just ate. You can do some light activity before sleeping."
Watching Shamila leave, Luca couldn't help but smile.
Even Shamila, who has always been a bit rough around the edges, is starting to care about my health.
However, Luca didn't actually plan to sleep immediately.
At least, before sleeping, he had other things to do.
"Baymax, bring your case and follow me."
Saying this, Luca strode toward the stairs leading to the villa's basement.
Behind him, Baymax first looked at the cluttered floor, then took small shuffling steps quickly to the red case used to store itself, picked it up, and immediately followed in Luca's footsteps.
...
Basement Level 2.
This basement covered a huge area; the entire second underground level consisted of just this one room.
However, scattered throughout the room were...
A 3D printer, laser cutter, small CNC machine tool, spectrum analyzer, Fourier transform infrared spectrometer...
Various types of experimental equipment filled the space, making the large room seem less empty.
In fact, this basement was a private home laboratory custom-built by the original host's father, Hermann.
Initially, it was just to occasionally teach Luca some basic theoretical knowledge, cultivate his interest in electronic engineering, and maybe help him build some small robot toys.
But as more and more equipment was bought, constantly updated, or scavenged from the company...
Later, Hermann himself often used this place as another small laboratory outside the company, doing research and testing in his spare time.
But now, this laboratory had only one user left: Luca.
Looking at the various scenes in the laboratory, Luca couldn't help but recall bits and pieces of the original host's memories—those happy experiences with his father, Hermann.
Actually, these memories felt more like watching a movie from an outsider's perspective in Luca's mind.
This was why, after transmigrating, he clearly recognized that he was not the original host, and his feelings for the original parents always felt somewhat detached.
However, even in a movie, a first-person perspective inevitably creates a sense of immersion.
Seeing this scene filled with deep memories, combined with having just attended Hermann's funeral today, Luca unconsciously felt a tinge of sadness.
Really, why think so much? Who knows what kind of abilities I might master in the future? Resurrecting Hermann then could be considered repaying the debt for occupying this body.
Quickly shaking off these "boring" thoughts, Luca walked briskly to a computer.
"Baymax, come here! I'm going to give you an upgrade~"