Building The Strongest Family-Chapter 73: Press Conference

Neo-Luminara!NeoSphere International Exhibition Center!

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Imagine a sprawling venue almost three times the size of a football pitch, where innovation and cutting-edge technology converge.

The NeoSphere International Exhibition Center boasts a striking semi-spherical main pavilion flanked by sleek, modular exhibition halls.

Constructed from glass, steel, and lightweight composite panels, its aesthetic is both modern and functional.

Glimmering in a palette of silver, white, and glass, with pops of blue or green LED lights, it's designed to captivate.

Inside, the layout is flexible and dynamic, featuring four expansive rectangular halls, each ranging from 10,000 to 15,000 square meters,connected to a central dome.

Thanks to retractable partitions, space can be easily reconfigured for diverse events.

The lofty ceilings (10–12 meters high) with industrial-style exposed beams allow for effortless rigging, while durable polished concrete floors lend a contemporary vibe.

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Currently inside the

central hall, it was filled with people to the brim.

Approximately a thousand attendees, media representatives, journalists, and industry insiders,buzzed with anticipation, all of them congregated at the front, armed with cameras, ready to capture the moment on a grand scale.

The energy was palpable, despite the cacophony of whispers and conversations.

Suddenly, the lights dimmed, plunging the hall into a hush of expectancy. All eyes were trained on the illuminated stage.

And old Henry, wearing a crisp white lab coat.

As he stepped forward, vibrant emerald holograms floated behind him, instantly silencing the crowd of journalists, scientists, and corporate representatives.

"Good morning, everyone. I'm Professor Elias Henry, Chief Research Director of Osborn Medtech, a proud subsidiary of Osborn Pharmaceutical and Biotech Group," he announced with composure.

A moment of stillness settled over the room. "Today isn't just about our company; it's a landmark for medical science itself. "

As he spoke, holograms displayed staggering statistics, illuminating the urgent need for innovation:

10 million people suffer severe burns daily.

30 million endure painful reconstructive surgeries:

Countless others face chronic pain or irreparable nerve damage.

"For too long," Professor Henry continued, "the medical community has relied on slow and painful methods.

Skin grafts that scar. Surgeries that require lengthy recoveries. Wounds that never seem to heal."

Excitement coursed through the room as he gestured to the colossal, shimmering pod beside him. "But today, I'm here to declare that all this changes!"

"Today marks a turning point, a moment I want to share with everyone watching here and around the globe,.today, things will change!

With a dramatic sweep of his arm, the lights on stage went dark, plunging the auditorium into suspenseful silence".

Then, like magic, a single spotlight pierced through the darkness, illuminating a remarkable sight: the AMHP-9 Emerald Rebirth Pod, a futuristic, pod-like structure that shimmered under the spotlight.

Inside, an enchanting emerald mist swirled, casting eerie green reflections on the astonished faces in the front rows.

The reaction was electric. Gasps filled the air, and a few stifled screams erupted. One journalist in the third row dropped her tablet, the sound echoing in the hushed auditorium.

Professor Henry, unfazed, simply observed the awe painted across the crowd's faces.

"This," he declared, placing a hand gently on the pod's surface, "is the end of suffering."

Suddenly, holograms sprang to life, projecting time-lapse footage of a burn victim's arm regenerating inside an identical pod,.skin knitting together, scars evaporating like mist in sunlight.

A collective shudder swept through the audience, followed by awed murmurs. "Wow!" they gasped, eyes wide with amazement.

"This is not just a medical device; it is a revolution," he proclaimed, drawing them in as he explained.

"The AMHP-9 is a fully autonomous healing chamber. Imagine being placed inside after suffering severe burns, organ damage, or even spinal injuries. Within seventy-two hours, the incredible VitaCore Emerald Liquid,a proprietary mix of bioengineered stem cells and quantum-stabilized nanites, will rebuild your tissues, restore your nerves, and fast-track your recovery… without a single incision." A proud grin broke through Henry's usual demeanor as he surveyed the audience.

He paused, letting the importance of his words settle, "Inside this pod, you are submerged in VitaCore Emerald Liquid, the key component and heart of the AMHP-9 Emerald Rebirth Pod."

The holographic screen shifted to show the mesmerizing glow of this miraculous healing substance.

With a smile, he continued, "The VitaCore Emerald Liquid combines quantum-stabilized nanobots, synthetic stem cells, and oxygenated biofluid, functioning in perfect harmony to rebuild tissue, repair nerve damage, and restore cellular functions."

A sharp intake of breath swept through the audience as shock and astonishment filled their faces.

A journalist near the front raised her hand. "How does this compare to traditional reconstructive surgery?"

Without skipping a beat, Professor Henry replied, "Imagine replacing months of painful grafts and rehabilitation with just three days of painless, accelerated healing. That is the game-changing difference."

He turned slightly, revealing a rotating holographic vial filled with that mysterious emerald liquid, pulsing with contained energy.

Henry stood firmly at the podium, his gaze sweeping over the audience, a curious blend of excitement and skepticism shimmering in their eyes. "Ladies and gentlemen," he began, his voice resonating in the spacious auditorium, "I present to you the future of healing: the Standalone VitaCore Emerald Liquid. This remarkable liquid isn't just another breakthrough; it's the lifeblood of the AMHP-9 Emerald Rebirth Pod, the very essence that promises to mend wounds and restore lives."

As he spoke, a hand shot up from the back. "Is this available to the public?" a voice called out, tinged with anticipation.

"Great question!" Henry replied smoothly. "Initially, we'll be deploying our pods in elite metropolitan hospitals, but mark my words, just one month later, the public will have access. If you can afford it, you could own one yourself!

This is only the beginning of a healthcare revolution, but I must warn you, this technology is complex, and production is limited."

With a calculated flourish, he produced a small cylinder, slender and sleek, from his pocket. The crowd leaned closer, eyes wide in curiosity and anticipation.

"Introducing the VitaCore NanoGel EM1 QuickPatch!" He twisted off the cap, revealing a shimmering green gel that sparkled under the stage lights.

"Just one drop, and the nanofibers instantly seal cuts, fractures, and minor burns.

Within twenty-four hours, your tissues will be fully restored,.no scarring, no infections. Each vial contains three doses to keep you covered!"

As murmurs of excitement pulsed through the crowd, thunderous applause erupted, filling the room with energy.

Professor Henry raised his hands, calling for calm, as the auditorium lights dimmed slightly to let the audience absorb the significance of what they had just witnessed.

Then came the questions, fast and furious. "Professor Henry!" shouted a sharp-eyed reporter from Neo-Sky Today who had elbowed his way to the front, his tone skeptical.

"These claims are extraordinary. Can you prove this technology works? Have there been human trials?"

The air buzzed with chatter as murmurs cascaded around the room.

But Henry didn't flinch; a knowing smile crept onto his lips. "An excellent question," he said, his confidence palpable. "How many of you remember Luke Dawson?"

A ripple of recognition spread, and a few people exchanged glances. "The firefighter?" someone ventured.

"The one who saved his girlfriend from that apartment fire last year?" another chimed in.

"Exactly," Professor Henry confirmed. "Luke Dawson suffered fourth-degree burns over 78% of his body, declared hopeless by every specialist.

His story faded from the media, yet…" He paused for effect, eyes locking onto his audience. "Three months ago, he became our first successful trial patient."

A holographic screen flickered to life behind him, casting a shimmering glow across the room.

The audience gasped in unison, their eyes widening in disbelief.

There, appearing vibrant and whole in a crisp white medical gown, was Luke Dawson, alive, unscarred, and standing tall.

"Impossible..." someone murmured, a blend of awe and skepticism in their voice.

Luke's recorded voice filled the space, tinged with a haunting authenticity. "I remember waking up inside the pod. The pain was... gone. Just gone. And when they showed me a mirror..." His voice faltered. "I didn't recognize myself."

As if mesmerized, everyone watched the footage shift, the haunting image of Luke before: a skeletal figure, wrapped in bandages, skin charred and weeping, contrasted sharply with the healthy man flexing his hands and running fingers through his hair. A dead silence enveloped the room.

Then, from the back, a skeptical reporter from The Boston Globe stood up.

Her voice sliced through the air, sharp with disbelief. "Professor! Forgive my skepticism, but this is too perfect. How do we know this isn't staged? A deepfake?"

For just a fleeting moment, Professor Henry's expression darkened, but he quickly composed himself.

Reaching into his pocket, he produced a small holochip.

"Luke is here today."

With a flick of his wrist, he sent the chip onto the stage.

A shimmering hologram of Luke Dawson burst into existence, live and vibrant, greeting the stunned audience with a wave.

"Ask him yourself."

What followed was not applause but a surge of chaotic energy. Reporters leapt to their feet, eager to fire off questions, cameras flashing like lightning.

"Mr. Dawson!" cried a reporter from the front row, nearly toppling over his drone camera in his excitement. "Can you describe what it felt like inside the pod?"

Luke's hologram beamed, his smile warm and inviting. "At first? Like floating in warm ocean water. Then... tingling. Everywhere. It's like your whole body's asleep but waking up all at once."

A medical correspondent from The Fronties Of Tomorrow the world's leading multidisciplinary science journal, where groundbreaking discoveries are published shot up from her seat.

"What about phantom pain? Did you experience any residual sensory issues post-recovery?"

"Nothing," Luke replied, rubbing his forearm casually. "First thing I noticed when I came out? I could feel the texture of the sheets. The nurses thought I was crazy, crying over hospital linens."

The atmosphere in the room shifted dramatically.

Skeptical frowns transformed into wide-eyed wonder.

"What about psychological effects?" a trauma psychologist interjected from the fourth row. "Such extensive healing, surely there's some dissociation?"

Luke's smile softened, his gaze thoughtful. "You don't forget what that kind of pain does to you. But the pod... it gave.... "