Madico Pavich led everyone into the car.
Then he took out a stack of photos.
"These are your goals. Bring them all to me."
"There are a few kids here," Hamson said.
"After this mission, I'll provide you with at least a year's worth of funds. You should also have your own headquarters in the outside world. Don't you think so, Hamson?"
Hamson thought for a while and nodded. "You're right."
As for the question that made him hesitate before, after Madico Pavich stated his conditions, it wasn't that important anymore.
"Rest for the night. Tomorrow, I'll give you more information about your goals. Finish the mission as soon as possible. Then you can have fun here. I've already prepared many projects for you."
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"Mr. Chen, do you really have a way to help my arms recover their strength?" Sinja asked hesitantly.
Every time he asked his doctor when he would treat his arms, the doctor would reply that Chen Zhao would be in charge of his arms.
All the attending doctors told him that Chen Zhao was in charge of treating his hands.
They weren't in charge of treatment or examination.
It seemed that the doctors in the hospital had blind confidence in Chen Zhao.
He'd also learned from the doctors that Chen Zhao wasn't just rich.
Not only was Chen Zhao rich, but he was also a doctor with incredible medical skills.
Sinja didn't really want to believe it.
Doctors could become rich, but they probably couldn't become very rich.
At least, this was his understanding.
But then he thought of the contract Chen Zhao had given him.
If Chen Zhao couldn't treat his arms, then the contract might cause Chen Zhao's investment to turn into a loss.
Thus, Sinja was more willing to believe that Chen Zhao really had a way.
Of course, hope was one thing, but reality was another.
He was an athlete. He knew where the current bottleneck of medical technology was.
He'd seen too many people in the same profession retire from the stage due to various injuries.
For example, his current injuries. His arms felt like they'd been cut off. The neural networks in his arms had been cut open.
There was technology to reattach arms, but it was similar to grafting or reconnecting a cable after it was cut off.
If the cable was pulled with enough force, the reconnection point would definitely be the point where the cable was reconnected.
The connection of the neural network was actually a re-growth, not a connection of the original neural network.
This was also the reason why the arm and palm could not be as nimble as before even after the arm was reattached, even after rehabilitation training.
There was also the fracture and reconnection of the bones, which was also unable to withstand the initial force.
Because the crack had always been there, the nerve structure in the bones could not be completely repaired.
Just because two pieces of iron were glued together didn't mean that they could become one.
At least from a mechanical point of view, two pieces of iron were always two units of force, not one.
Therefore, Syndicate had always been skeptical about whether Chen Zhao could cure him.
Chen Zhao looked at the report in his hand.
He already had a clear plan for Syndicate's treatment.
He was no stranger to this. Tiger had suffered the same injury back then.
The two were almost exactly the same.
Physical healing methods and the Perfect Potion.
In terms of physical treatment, it referred to surgery.
"I'll arrange surgery for you tonight," Chen Zhao said.
Of course, if possible, he didn't want to operate at night either.
But the hospital's operating theaters were full.
Usually, it had to be arranged at least a week in advance before it could be arranged.
Chen Zhao's request to use the operating theater was too sudden.
Chen Zhao had a good relationship with the director and the major shareholders.
But he couldn't delay the surgery of the other people he'd arranged.
Therefore, it was arranged at night.
This time could be squeezed out.
Without this relationship, it would be difficult to arrange.
"How much can my hands recover?"
"According to my plan, of course in the best condition. But when it comes to surgeries, no one can guarantee anything. "
Chen Zhao was confident, but it was too unrealistic.
Therefore, Chen Zhao wouldn't give any promises.
After arranging the things before and after surgery for Syndicate, Chen Zhao went to rest on a chair outside.
Even a doctor wouldn't like the smell in the hospital.
Especially since he hadn't worked in the hospital for a long time, the chemical smell in the corridor stimulated Chen Zhao's sense of smell.
Sometimes, having a sharp sense of smell was a burden.
Just like animals, Chen Zhao had a new understanding of it.
Since the evolution in the barren land, Chen Zhao's sense of smell had improved a lot.
It still couldn't reach the super sense of smell of cats and dogs.
But it still gave Chen Zhao a certain amount of trouble.
If it was a normal smell, it would be fine.
However, some smells were pungent.
The pungent effect was also magnified by hundreds of times.
For example, the smell in the hospital.
Chen Zhao felt like he was soaking in a bathtub filled with medicine.
Also, cats and dogs, for example, knew how to distinguish and block this kind of smell.
But Chen Zhao didn't know. He couldn't block this sense of smell.
Of course, while Chen Zhao couldn't block his sense of smell, his tolerance was stronger.
He wasn't like cats and dogs, whose sense of smell would collapse after being sprayed with perfume.
At most, Chen Zhao would feel nauseous. Plus, the pungent smell could be blocked.
Breathing fresh air outside would make him feel happy.
Of course, the happiest thing was that two people had come to relieve his pressure.
The two people had come to relieve his pressure.
Two young people wearing magic robes appeared before Chen Zhao.
It was as if they were afraid that others wouldn't know who they were.
In his hand was a wizard's magic staff, like those in the Harry Potter movies.
"Sir, come with us."
Chen Zhao raised his head and looked at the two young people.
This pair of man and woman seemed to be a perfect match.
"What's your name?"
"I'm the Immortal Crown, Sark."
"Arseni," the young woman said.
Chen Zhao yawned. "Sit with me for a while."
"Sir, we don't have time to waste with you. You better." Arseni pointed her staff at Chen Zhao.
Chen Zhao reached out and snapped Arsenal's wand in an instant.
"You …" Arseni stared at her staff in shock.
"Damn …" Sark suddenly pointed the staff at Chen Zhao.
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