Melting Chapter 78: Miracle Man... (Patreon)

The Asgardian banquet was only just getting into its main festivities,

while over on Earth, the date was June 5th, exactly nine in the morning.

United States, New York

In the bustling heart of Manhattan, an Expo organized by the “Osborn Group” was officially opening.

On this day, business tycoons and celebrities from across the globe converged here—everyone laughing and chatting was either rich or influential.

If some terrorist organization decided to bomb the place, they could quite literally shake the entire world.

But nobody dared cause trouble at the Expo. For this event, the military of New York State had gathered in force, and police had been pulling overtime for days.

Even the unruly Hell’s Kitchen district had gone dark and silent for a while. No so-called “underground emperor” or “supervillain” could hold their ground against the power of the state.

Even S.H.I.E.L.D. was on high alert around the area, working security. The precautions here far exceeded those for a presidential speech or any typical international summit.

Compared to the recent Stark Industries Expo, the Osborn Group’s event operated on a whole different level.

As for Aaron, the true star of this Expo…

Having been personally “served” in close quarters by Felicia, he slowly arrived at the Expo site. At the entrance, media outlets from around the world, seeing Aaron for the first time, swarmed him like zombies.

Reporters brandished microphones as they charged forward, and camera operators somehow hefted heavy gear without missing a step.

1. “Mr. Aaron, when will you and Miss Felicia be getting married?”

– No sense at all! Marriage? Are you insane? Why do they always say “get a family before a career,” anyway? He’s already got the “career,” so maybe no family yet?


2. “Mr. Aaron, rumor says you found the legendary fountain of youth in the Cosmic Nation. Will you return that water to us? That belongs to—”

– Yikes, a lunatic!

Aaron shot Felicia a look. “Next time, don’t let these dogs in. Toss them a couple of bones to gnaw on.”

Felicia nodded seriously, glanced at the reporter’s press badge, and decided that outlet would never get into any future Osborn events.

Once Aaron and Felicia, flanked by security, stepped inside the Osborn Exhibition Hall, Norman’s secretary led them backstage to the main stage area.

At this very moment, Norman was already on stage introducing some of the Osborn Group’s other research products—like a super-strong spider silk derived from the latest species of ‘super spider,’ or a single-soldier hoverboard capable of flight for three hours at full power.

Under normal circumstances, these inventions would be pretty amazing. But here and now, the various dignitaries down below seemed unmoved.

They wore polite smiles and made a show of paying attention, but all the while their eyes kept drifting to the digital clock in the lower corner of the big screen, or glancing backstage.

Partway through his enthusiastic product overview, Norman flashed a grin.

“Ladies and gentlemen!”

In an instant, the thousands gathered straightened up, leaning in slightly, as if ready to hear something monumental.

“Please welcome the CEO of Osborn Group, Mr. Aaron. He’ll present our latest biomedical product—one that will change human history, a great invention that will benefit all of humankind: New Life!”

Wow!!

Thunderous applause erupted. Most of the audience were older folks, some sporting oxygen tanks and pallid faces that practically dripped with the shadow of death.

But at this moment, every one of them clapped with genuine enthusiasm. Their eyes gleamed, emotions running high.

They had all verified through various channels that the Osborn Group’s R&D results were authentic, yet they still couldn’t remain calm.

Their reddened eyes were locked on Aaron, who was accompanied by Felicia on stage.

Facing innumerable hungry, hopeful stares, Aaron snapped his fingers.

Dr. Connors stepped up, right hand gripping a high-spec briefcase bearing a phoenix-rebirth symbol. He briskly approached. The scene was oddly reminiscent of Tony Stark’s suitcase moment from before!

When the briefcase opened, it revealed pale-green and blue vials. Aaron could instantly sense the collective intake of breath in the hall as hearts pounded harder.

One or two even passed out on the spot from excitement, and doctors on standby rushed over.

Yet the rest didn’t so much as glance that way. Their eyes never left the vials. If not for Aaron’s imposing presence, who knew what sort of chaos might have broken out?

“I suspect at this moment,” Aaron said, “none of you want me wasting time with small talk, and nobody’s here to learn about me personally. Let’s cut to the chase!”

Feeling the tension in the room, Aaron calmly took out one of the pale-green vials.

“This is New Life #1, an anti-cancer serum. As the name suggests, it effectively isolates and eliminates cancer cells. No matter what type of cancer, even if you’re in late stage—so long as you consistently inject or ingest this serum, you can snatch your life back from the Reaper!”

Cancer doesn’t discriminate between normal people and billionaires. In modern society, anyone could get it, and most forms remain incurable. Even the wealthy can merely extend their lifespan a bit, but not truly escape the disease.

Aaron swept his gaze around, his keen eyes reading the crowd’s state of health instantly. He pointed at a middle-aged man who was somewhat gray-faced and overweight. “You, Mr. Sultan—would you like to try it?”

Aaron wasn’t one for needless ceremony; he liked to keep it real.

The middle-aged man he’d singled out wore a simple cloth on his head, his appearance seemingly okay, but in reality he was gravely ill with maybe two years to live.

“Absolutely, sir!” Sultan said. “May I ask how much in U.S. dollars I’ll need to pay for it?”

Aaron shook his head. “No need, but you must enter a machine so that everyone can witness a miracle.”

The man nodded eagerly.

Aaron clapped his hands. A staffer drew back a curtain, revealing a medical capsule that looked straight out of science fiction—a device that could precisely detect any condition within the human body.

Whether it’s cancer or something else, nothing can hide. As far as Earth tech goes, there was only one such machine, and it wasn’t even Earth-made.

It came from Asgard. Next to it stood a woman in a white lab coat, busily at work. At a glance, Aaron recognized her: “Huh, that’s Bingbing…?”

“Who’s she?” he asked.

Felicia seemed prepared. “Her name is Wu Jiaqi, from China, a medical PhD who used to work at XX Hospital in New York. She’s had deep collaborations with our Osborn Group.”

She pulled out a file. Aaron glanced over it and recalled glimpses from Iron Man 3, the surgery that removed Tony’s shrapnel. So was Wu Jiaqi employed by Osborn now? Then, by extension, she’s basically working for him. Felicia turned another page:

Name: Wu Jiaqi

Age: 25

Marital status: Single (no dating experience)

Wow, so Felicia had all the info, even her marriage documents. At 25, a medical PhD, plus top grades to enter the city’s biggest private hospital—that’s some dedication to academics. A real overachiever.

Aaron did admire that kind of talent. One only had to see how Dr. Helen Cho, after half a month at Osborn, was now head of a department—that’s how much they valued them. Meanwhile, Aaron personally supervised her health every day. What a caring boss.

Felicia, noticing Aaron’s reaction, kept her face neutral. “A week ago, I had her do a thorough medical exam for onboarding. No issues. I suppose you’re about to say you need a private doctor to watch over your health, and this PhD seems quite suitable.”

Aaron gave a subtle nod. “Yes, please arrange that.”

That’s the benefit of having a capable secretary!

Now, with the new test machine prepared, the “Mr. Sultan” was ushered in. He didn’t dare object or make small talk—just followed orders. There was no need to strip down; Asgardian tech was that advanced.

Wu Jiaqi carefully followed instructions from the manual Aaron had provided. Although she still looked a bit unfamiliar with it, she operated the device accurately.

In front of the expectant crowd, a 3D hologram appeared showing Sultan’s internal cells. Aaron pointed and zoomed in, revealing a malignant tumor.

“Please wait three minutes,” Aaron said with a faint smile. “You’re about to witness the eighth wonder of the world!”

From the front row, Tony Stark raised a hand. “Shouldn’t that be the tenth wonder? My Iron Legion and Arc Reactor should be eighth and ninth.”

Aaron made no comment. The rest simply glared at Tony, telling him to shut it. Usually they’d humor him, but not today. Not when what Aaron was offering might literally save their lives. Tony felt a pang of frustration—When you’re out, you’re out.

The next three minutes felt simultaneously brief and endless. At last—

“It’s happening!”

“Oh god, what are those things?”

Everyone leaned forward. People in the back used binoculars (courtesy of Osborn’s thorough arrangements). On the 3D display, a strange, transparent fluid, almost as if it had eyes, wrapped around the tumor. One could see the tumor’s activity weakening. A quick glance at Dr. Connors told him to elaborate.

He complied: “That’s our Osborn anti-cancer serum. It produces a high-molecular transparent acid that precisely locates the cancer cells, envelops them, and isolates them from normal tissue. Once fully cut off, it severs the energy supply from outside to that region, causing the tumor to lose power and stop dividing—until it dies.”

Connors explained that for early-stage cancers, five doses of New Life #1 typically suffice to kill the cancer cells.

Mid-stage cancers might need ten. Late-stage varies by the tumor’s location and how many organs it’s damaged; sometimes you need to combine it with another “New Life” product—a limb-regrowth serum.

He became visibly emotional, proudly raising his right hand as a 3D projection popped up. It showed him from before he joined Osborn—missing an arm.

“As everyone knows, I was left-handed,” he said, referencing the old days when his right sleeve was empty. “A month ago, I was a disabled scientist who dreamed of a flawless world with no disabilities, no disease, no disfigured children. But after devoting half my life to limb-regeneration research, I made no breakthrough—until I was fortunate enough to join a research project called ‘Miracle,’ under Mr. Aaron.”

He nearly choked up, shaking Aaron’s hand vigorously, tears glistening. Aaron deliberately patted Connors’s right hand. “You played a part in that miracle too, Dr. Connors. Your dream is fulfilled!”

“No, it’s all thanks to you! You single-handedly created this miracle—our savior, the father of modern biomedicine!”

Connors was overwhelmed. Only the insiders knew how truly groundbreaking these achievements were. Everyone else either had tears in their eyes or faked it. Some discreetly ducked their heads to apply eye drops, then leapt up, clapping passionately.

“Aaron, you’re a miracle!”

“If there is a God, then you’re the god of miracles—Miracle Man!”

Aaron’s peripheral vision caught Justin Hammer of Hammer Industries hollering these compliments.

Aaron didn’t recall them being close at all. Must be some opportunistic show. He shot a glance at Felicia and Norman; both shrugged.

Indeed, they had planned their own hype, but Hammer beat them to it, and with impressive flair.

Tony Stark, on the other hand, only curled his lip in disdain: typical Hammer. But he had to admit the man had style.

Reporters, naturally, snapped photos, capturing that heartfelt moment. And everything that transpired was being broadcast live around the world.

Many watching were amazed by the wonders Aaron had produced—particularly the disabled. You could hear them chanting, “Miracle Man!” or “God of Miracles!”

Nobody doubted the authenticity. Professor Connors stood right here, living proof.

He even slashed his own right hand to show it was real, letting bright red blood flow. People were further convinced.

After applying some Super Healing Serum from the “New Life” line, the wound closed immediately, with no scar or trace. Cameras zoomed in for a close-up.

“See that?” Connors declared, brandishing his mended hand. “That’s the third miracle Mr. Aaron has given the world—the Super Healing Serum! A single dose can help patients recover from injuries almost instantly without side effects. If you keep one on you at all times, even if you suffer a major arterial bleed, you just drink a dose, and you’ll rapidly heal—no scars, no regrets. A must-have for everyone!”

Hammer shot to his feet, clapping wildly. “Miracle Man—you’re the eternal God!”