Chapter 47: The Navy's Attention

"This idiot, what's the benefit of doing this to him! He can be a guest of any country he chooses, but he has to care about those lowly guys. Where did Feld find such a single-minded guy! "

Piecro was very angry now, and he became more and more angry as he read the contents in the newspaper.

If Oran were simply selling things like prosthetics, Piecro would not have the slightest emotion. After all, this technology has always existed on the sea.

The unique climate of the Grand Line has given rise to an extremely special island culture. The development of each island is very different. Some islands are still in a primitive ecological environment, but some have developed rapidly and have already entered the industrial age.

With sufficient financial resources and energy, it is not difficult to customize a high-tech prosthetic limb. He was angry that Olan broke the price range.

He just turned prosthetic limbs from the exclusive products of the rich into affordable ones that ordinary people can afford, and the price is lower than his.

On his side, he had to kill people and steal goods, plus pairing, preservation, and transportation, but Olan only needed to move his fingers to assemble something with better performance and no need to consider rejection reactions.

In terms of cost, Piecro is completely incapable of fighting. The most terrible thing is that there is no moral burden in using artificial products. Olan can distribute GG on the streets and even send leaflets to the navy branch.

But Piecro can't do it. None of the business he does can be put on the bright side. If Olan is allowed to spread his technology, Piecro will suffer a devastating blow.

"That guy Feld really spent a lot of money. He actually bribed that bastard Umit. It seems that this bastard is determined to take advantage of the opportunity to clear his name."

Umit's main business is shipping, and Du Felder's main business is loan sharking. They are both people who can put on the official cloak and turn into regular businessmen if they operate properly.

But Piecro can't do that. No matter how transformed the killer group and organ trafficking thing is, it can't change its essence. The world government still values ​​its own face, and will label its actions with various names of justice.

Piecro was unable to ask the World Government to vouch for this group of killers and organ traffickers. He was not worth enough.

If we could achieve what it was like when the Germa Kingdom was at its peak, there might still be a chance.

But now, he doesn't have that time.

"Sidiril Oran, you are seeking death. It is not my fault."

Pilcro not only wanted to take action, but also planned to lead the team himself. His current location was not too far from the island where Oran stayed.

Feld doesn't know this either. People in the underground world have their own secrets, and no one will reveal their usual hiding place to the other.

While this group of people was moving forward with the goal of taking Olan's life, Olan was preparing for an operation, which was broadcast live to the outside world through newspaper reporters.

Just talking about a prosthetic body is not enough. At this time, you need an example, someone with a tragic backstory that can make people sympathize, and preferably someone with a certain degree of popularity.

Oran doesn't need to worry about this. Feld has already chosen a patient for him. He is the sheriff of a small town under the kingdom. When the pirates landed, he lost his right arm and had multiple lungs in order to protect the townspeople. Although he survived the penetrating injury, he could no longer do any heavy work.

This incident happened just a few months ago, and it was well-known at the time. After all, the World Government would set a heroic example from time to time, but the disability pension that should be given ended up nowhere.

Du Felder has taken this into consideration in previous promotions and has mentioned the Sheriff's story many times.

The air in the MADS operating room is now filled with the smell of disinfectant, intertwined with the cold breath of metal instruments, creating a tense and solemn atmosphere.

The person on the operating table was pale, with beads of sweat on his forehead, and deep fatigue and uneasiness under his closed eyes.

On the lost arm, the bandage had been untied, revealing a wound that had recently healed. The shocking scars showed the brutality of the previous battle.

"Mitt, relax. I have already told you the surgical plan. I will completely replace your lungs and use a mechanical prosthesis to fill the vacancy in your right arm. Your physical fitness is good. As long as you recover, you will I can move freely like before.”

Olan looked very relaxed. The difficulty of this operation was very low for him, much easier than replacing Kate's heart.

"Your medical expenses are free this time. Is there anything else to worry about?"

"Replacing the human body with metal instruments is something I never dared to think about before. But whatever happens, doctor, I will leave my future to you."

"Don't worry, the patients I handle will never die on the operating table. Anesthesia begins."

Kate's situation was special that time, so Olan took on all the important aspects of the operation by herself. It was different now. It was enough to leave some things to the assistants.

After the anesthesiologist finished injecting the anesthesia, he came to the side and started swinging the live broadcast phone bug. As long as Mitt didn't suddenly wake up in the middle of the operation, the anesthesiologist would have nothing wrong with him.

"Do the arm part first, cut off the healed part, and prepare the neuron connections."

Olan took over a ring. This was the most critical part of the prosthetic technology. What he wanted to replace was not a decoration, but an arm that could move freely, so this device was needed to connect the nerves in the arm.

If necessary, additional chips can be implanted in the head to increase control of the prosthesis.

The operating room was very quiet. Except for Orlan's orders and the sound of the equipment, there was no other sound. All of this was transmitted to other screens under the gaze of a bunch of Den Den Mushi.

In the West Sea, a professor of a certain kingdom medical school was watching this live broadcast with many students.

"Watch carefully! That is the nominee of this year's Ibel Medical Award. His achievements today are an epic progress in the history of medicine!

And you, Hogbag! Don't think that you are the only genius in the world. There are many people who are more talented than you!"

A chubby boy was scolded by the professor, but he didn't take it to heart. Although he was only 12 years old this year, he had performed several surgical operations independently. Even if he saw the live broadcast, he didn't think his surgical skills were worse than Orlan's.

[This technology. Must make a lot of money. ]

However, he didn't refute anything, but calculated how much benefit this technology could bring.

But in fact, it was not the doctors from all over the world who paid the most attention to this live broadcast, but the navy.

The sphere of influence of the navy is the entire ocean. Whether it is the four seas or the great routes, you can see their figures. The navy who often fights is the group of people with the highest disability rate.

Although the navy has its own scientific research troops, they will not take care of ordinary soldiers. A pension, then recruit new soldiers, and transfer the disabled veterans to the second line. This is obviously more cost-effective than customizing prosthetic limbs for ordinary soldiers.

Now, they have seen a new path.