1711: Chapter 1709: Panic in the Hospital 1711: Chapter 1709: Panic in the Hospital Ivy Cooper, clad in red, radiated with a glow she never felt before.
Facing the dia from all corners, she was overwheld with complex emotions.
Today was her battlefield, the stage finally hers.
When the news of another product launch by Smith Orbit Technology ca out, various dia outlets sent a formidable lineup, all curious about the new project on the horizon.
In fact, everyone was more interested in the elusive Peter Brown, who never faced journalists, so they had to settle for the two spokespersonesses of Peter Brown instead.
Gene Corp, a subsidiary of the Smith Orbit Group, was stepping out on its own with a new product.
Given the company’s na, people had a premonition it would be gene-related, but with the world’s genetic research just beginning, could Peter and his team have actually developed a new product?
Despite many speculations about the origins of Peter’s technology, what everyone really wanted to know was the nature of the new product.
Not just the dia and ordinary people were paying attention to this tech company’s situation; with dical implications now involved, hospital staff were closely monitoring the event.
At this ti, Ivy believed too many people around the world had their eyes on her.
Thinking of all this brought on the urge to cry; she had just impulsively followed Peter’s startup adventure and now found herself on such a grand stage.
Realizing she owned 1% of the shares made Ivy understand that, from today on, she was going to be rich.
Under the shining lights, Ivy took a deep breath and smiled, “As everyone knows, one of the biggest issues for our nation’s people is the difficulty in receiving dical treatnt.
Today, our company is launching a new product to help solve just such an issue.”
What?
Many people were stunned.
Difficulties in accessing healthcare were a norm and not sothing just anyone could resolve, yet this company dared to make such a bold claim.
“You may think we’re making empty promises, believing we can’t solve such a problem, but once our new product launches, so many hospitals around the world will be able to close their doors.”
This statent caused an uproar, with everyone’s eyes widening and turning towards Ivy.
Seeing their gazes, Ivy smiled slightly and said, “The reason the human body becos sick…”
Ivy shared the words Peter had told her.
As she spoke, everyone learned about such a product.
Gene Restoration and Strengthening Agent!
Finally, everyone understood the two products of Peter’s company.
“Next, we’ll bring out so patients from around the world, all on the brink of death.
They agreed to have their information published online for everyone to verify and investigate.
We will administer the Restoration Agent, and within 5 minutes, they will stand before you, healthy once again.”
Countless people watching the product launch on TV were filled with curiosity about the product.
The dical community was even more abuzz, with all sorts of comnts appearing online.
“Nonsense, how can their little company produce a restorative dicine.”
“Yes, look at the conditions they’ve disclosed: cancer, AIDS—they’re all terminal illnesses.
How can they guarantee such a thing?”
“It’s absolutely impossible, I assure you, it’s fake.”
However, regardless of online debate, the hundreds of dying patients from around the world were already being wheeled in.
Even the family mbers of these patients had co to the scene.
White Coat, with a syringe of nutrient solution in hand, injected it into the patients under everyone’s gaze.
As everyone watched, they saw the machines displaying changes.
“It’s really improving!”
The spectators exclaid in surprise.
After a hundred people were simultaneously injected, and only five minutes had passed, those patients appeared truly recovered, standing up from their sickbeds with the doctors’ assistance.
A glance revealed that their complexions were rapidly returning to normal.
Dumbfounded!
The onlookers were dumbfounded, witnessing sothing they had never imagined possible.
“Impossible, this is unscientific, I don’t believe it,” a journalist with glasses shouted.
Ivy replied with a smile, “You have myopia, right?
Actually, the problem with your eyes is the genetic chain.
With one injection, your vision will improve, and you won’t need your glasses.”
“Fine, let them inject .
I want to see if it’s truly as you say.”
Everyone knew the speaker was a seasoned journalist from the United States, also known for his severe myopia.
Then Ivy looked at the journalists and said, “If anyone wants to try it firsthand, they can co on stage for the injection.
If it fails, we’ll compensate with ten million dollars.”
Imdiately, several nearsighted people raised their hands.
Shortly thereafter, sixteen nearsighted individuals signed their consent and were injected.
Five minutes later, when the sixteen opened their eyes, they suddenly found them clearer than ever before.
It’s real!
The journalists were stunned, unable to believe the reagent actually worked.
Ivy then cheerfully announced, “These are the two gene dicines we’ve produced.
Following today’s launch, they will be sold globally.
One vial of the reagent costs 1,000 dollars—1,000 in dostic currency and 1,000 US Dollars internationally.
The product launch concludes here.”
So cheap!
Everyone had expected exorbitant prices and were shocked at how affordable it was.
Instantly, Ivy was surrounded by journalists.
Under the protection of robot bodyguards, she kept explaining.
“It’s true!”
“How did they manage to develop this?”
“How could this be possible!”
Hospitals around the world were suddenly thrown into panic; with Peter Brown’s products, it seed he was out to take the doctors’ livelihoods.
Yet faced with Peter’s products, everyone struggled to think of a counterattack and could only conceive of one option: a sar campaign.
Conversely, ordinary people were ecstatic.
Especially those who had been given terminal notices and were condemned to die, they suddenly saw a glimr of hope for life.
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