Gwen didn't get back to her apartment until nearly ten o'clock in the evening, and Peter sent her all the way upstairs before turning away. She fumbled a few times before pulling the key out of her bag and opening the door.

She glanced at the inside of the leather bag, which had been dyed blue with pen and ink, and suddenly felt a little distressed. Although this bag is not an expensive brand, she has also saved pocket money for a short period of time. However, what made her even more distressed was the broken fountain pen. It was a gift from Dr. Connor himself.

Carefully picking up the fragment of the pen in the bag, Ge Wen couldn't help but have some doubts in her heart. It stands to reason that the pen that Professor Connor gave her is also a famous brand, and it should not be so unscathed. And those leaked pen and ink... It also seems a little too much.

After all, Professor Connor hadn't been to the lab for almost two weeks, and several research projects had to be halted because of this. The official version is that Professor Connor had to rush back to England due to family matters, and Gwen has recently heard some rather bad rumours.

But now is not the time to think about it.

Gwen quickly threw these troublesome thoughts out of her alarm clock. What she needs now is rest.

George is still on duty and won't be home until the next morning. Gwen took a quick shower and changed into her pajamas. For some reason, she felt extra tired after dinner today, and almost fell asleep when she was in the cinema with Peter just now.

I guess I'm too tired.

Gwen patted her face, but didn't notice the unusually high temperature of her flushed cheeks. She lazily snorted and slipped into the bed and fell asleep.

And before she knew it, the 'pen and ink' that seeped into her scabbed wound had begun to combine with her cells in her body, taking the first step in the next series of mysterious reactions.

At the same time, in the top-secret laboratory in the Osborne Building, Norman. Osborne's body is about to undergo a similar transformation.

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With the help of the experimenter, Norman struggled to get up from his wheelchair. Under the continuous erosion of the disease, he completely lost the ability to walk on his own three days ago.

According to his chairman's doctor's speculation, he will lose the ability to move his limbs in two weeks at most. Then, the activity of his internal organs will gradually cease, and the last shred of life in his body will disappear with it.

With the help of others, Norman finally lay down in an instrument that resembled the shape of the coffin. The experimenters immobilized Norman's bone-thin body, and then inserted several infusion tubes into various blood vessels throughout Norman's body.

Norman was a little bitter to find that he didn't even feel the sting pain of being inserted by a needle. His nervous system had deteriorated to a level unimaginable to ordinary people.

First of all, the nutrient solution.

One hundred and fifty milliliters of the ultra-nutrient solution were injected into Norman's body along the infusion tubes. Under normal circumstances, thirty milliliters of nutrient solution is enough to give a seriously wounded soldier more than four hours of life. And now, five times the usual amount of nutrient solution, just to give Norman a chance to survive to the end of this 'treatment'.

Next, as usual, Norman was to be given general anesthesia so that he could sleep through the experiment without the unnecessary pain. However, at Norman's own request, this step was canceled.

Sober sanity is a double-edged sword. Too much pain may cause the subject to want to give up, hastening his death. A strong enough desire to survive is enough to make the chances of success of the experiment so insignificant. Norman, on the other hand, believed that his desire to live was stronger than anyone else's.

More importantly, a conscious Norman allows the experimenter to gather more information and observe in detail every bit of his body's reaction during the process. If the experiment had failed and he had died in the coffin, the extra information would have been his last gift to Harry.

Next, it's time for the main character to appear.

A glass container filled with a dark green liquid appeared in the experimenter's hand.

The second type of genetically modified drug is the latest product restored by the personnel of the top-secret laboratory through the information left behind by Dr. Connor and his own blood. From research and development to clinical use, the drug has only gone through less than two weeks of research and development. No sane researcher would dare to call it a good finished product, and the risks it carries are incredibly great.

The biggest possibility is that Norman died in pain after injecting this tube of medicine. Even in today's highly technologically advanced world, genetic tampering is still a dark area in the medical field, and Norman's 'first step' is very large.

And even if the experiment succeeds, it's far from the end. Genes are incomparably fragile, and a gap of just one in 10,000 can cause unpredictable consequences. Now Norman just hoped that the new problems that had arisen because of the potion would be a little easier to resolve than the symptoms of his original genetic defects.

However, Norman had no other choice. If he waits any longer, his body will be weakened to the point that he can't even support this experiment, and now, he can still fight for that little bit of life.

It's his last fight.

At this critical time, Norman became unusually calm. His short but extraordinarily brilliant life gradually emerged before his eyes. The boy in New York, who lost his husband at a young age and was almost on the streets, supported the burden of his family with his own efforts, was admitted to college, and created one of the most powerful companies in the United States.

Over the past few decades, there have been downfalls, betrayals, and Norman has done a lot of things that keep him awake at night. Yet everything he did was for a goal that hadn't changed for more than thirty years: to break Osborne's curse.

Also, Harry...

With the experimenter's operation, the dark green medicine went down the infusion tubes and into Norman's bloodstream. For the first few minutes, it doesn't seem to have any effect. Norman's body lay there silently, not the slightest reaction.

Suddenly, the emaciated body suddenly twitched. As if under a powerful electric shock, every muscle in Norman's body shook at great speed, and he himself struggled to open his mouth and let out a howl of pain.

In an instant, the experimenters gathered around him were busy.

"My heart rate is starting to fluctuate! The peak heart rate has reached 170 per minute! ”

"Get ready for a booster! Inject before breaking through the tipping point of safety! ”

"Mr. Osborne's lungs are already cramping! Expect to lose respiratory function after eighty seconds! ”

"Twenty seconds later, the artificial oxygen supply begins! Be sure to keep the blood oxygen level above 110 mm! ”

However, despite the 120 percent efforts of these professionals, Norman's physical condition inevitably deteriorated. If one could look at it at a microscopic level, they would find that every cell in his body had crumbled into the most basic proteins under the erosion of the potion. However, under the influence of the same agent, these decomposed substances were also reorganized into new cells, which began to replace the previous cells.

Now it depends on whether the speed of collapse is faster, or the speed of reorganization is faster.

His entire body released a lot of heat in the process of constantly collapsing and reorganizing. Hot water poured from his mouth, nostrils, and even his skin. At this time, the refrigeration facility built into the device also began to operate, trying to keep Norman's body temperature below an acceptable temperature.

"Nutrient solution, he needs more nutrient solution!"

One hundred and fifty milliliters of the Extreme Nutrient Solution was injected into Norman's body. However, his body was like a monster that had been starved for ten days and ten nights, and in an instant, he devoured these liquids full of biological energy. Seeing this, those experimenters could only bite the bullet and put the next batch of nutrient solution into the syringe again.

At this moment, Norman, who was the center of the experiment, suddenly lost consciousness.