After Alex's detailed explanation, Sea Hare finally understood his true intentions.
"You mean, you obtained the Rejuvenation Potion and plan to bring it back to the 3k era for your family's treatment. But since Rejuvenation Surgery requires the support of a professional medical team, you thought of our hospital?" Sea Hare rubbed his temples thoughtfully, a troubled expression on his face: "As a public medical institution, even if I can help you coordinate the chief surgeon and anesthesiologist, the hospital cannot possibly approve this project.
The Rejuvenation Potion currently has no clinical certification whatsoever; it is an unapproved experimental drug.
Even if you dare to inject it into yourself, our hospital would not dare to take that risk."
"Hospital approval is not the key issue," Alex clearly had a plan and cut straight to the point: "I just want to know, from a technical perspective, does your hospital have the capability to perform this surgery?"
If it was feasible, there would be no need to find a public hospital; with Alex's current wealth, contacting a private hospital could completely solve the problem.
Of course, if certain higher-level factors were considered, involving some medical schools would also not be an issue.
Sea Hare nodded readily on this point: "I've seen the technical manual for Rejuvenation Surgery you obtained. It's not overly complex, and while it involves some medical technologies not present in the 3k era, if it's just using the Rejuvenation Potion for cell therapy, it's quite simple.
Specifically, it only requires a qualified surgeon to cooperate with an anesthesiologist to complete.
However, if it involves advanced treatment modules such as organ function reconstruction, tissue replacement, body reshaping, or limb regeneration, it exceeds our hospital's current medical capabilities.
Unless you can provide complete 40k era medical equipment and systematically train all medical staff involved in the surgery, such high-end surgeries indeed cannot be performed.
Under current conditions, at most, I can find the plastic surgery department to give you a lower-tier alternative."
"Alright, it's good that you can do it." Alex nodded in understanding.
For him, as long as the medical conditions in the 3k era could complete the most basic Rejuvenation Surgery, ensuring the correct use of the Rejuvenation Potion and achieving the life-extending effect, it had already met his minimum expected goal.
As for more advanced medical technology? Alex couldn't help but feel a wave of helplessness, he still felt that some things in the 40k era were a bit too simple and crude.
After all, after humanity's civilization experienced the glorious Dark Age of Technology, the sudden Old Night era caused a devastating technological gap.
Just when the dawn of technological revival finally arrived during the 30k Great Crusade, it was once again severely impacted by the Horus Heresy.
This Great Rebellion not only severely weakened the Imperium of Man but also led to the destruction of countless precious technological legacies and non-renewable STC Templates in the flames of war.
For example, the Panacea STC Template stolen by the Dark Eldar is rumored to contain the formula for a universal gene-drug capable of curing all known diseases.
Thinking of this, Alex wished he could instantly deploy a million Primaris Astartes, rush into the Webway, and invade Commorragh to snatch the item back.
However, theoretically speaking, he didn't really need to do that.
In the exchange list provided by the Emperor, indeed many precious legacies from the Dark Age of Technology were included.
While not all lost technologies could be exchanged, legendary medicines like the Panacea did exist.
It should be known that the technology the Emperor used to create the Custodes—that cutting-edge technology known as "Bio-alchemy"—its level of genetic engineering and biochemical modification was enough to make scientists of the 3k era doubt life, viewing it as something magical.
One can imagine how exaggerated the peak human technology preserved by the Emperor was.
However, reality is always cruel.
Most of these precious technologies exist in the form of complete STC Templates, and the required exchange points are despairingly high.
Even with some points Alex had accumulated now, he could only sigh in despair at these sky-high items.
This forced him to continue fighting in this decaying and depraved 40k universe, striving to accumulate enough points.
Of course, Alex was not without other options, but these were too far away for him at the moment.
Compared to these, winning the current war and earning enough points was more practical.
After all, instead of taking huge risks to deal with unreliable entities, it would be more practical to try and capture a star god shard and trade it with Cawl.
As a Archmagos of the Adeptus Mechanicus who has lived for tens of thousands of years, Cawl holds countless coveted technological secrets.
His technology for extending life by tens of thousands of years alone is enough to make anyone flock to him.
Although Alex was aware of the operating principles of this technology and its potential flaws, in his opinion, these issues could be avoided through appropriate means.
"Alas, how great it would be if I could unearth a complete STC from the Dark Age of Technology!" Alex couldn't help but sigh, his eyes gleaming with desire.
He couldn't help but fantasize that if he possessed a certain blue-skinned mechanical cat's four-dimensional pocket, filled with various universal tools, he could now head straight to the Lower Hive of Nekromunda and repair that legendary damaged STC.
Just imagining the technological leap the Imperium would gain from this made his blood boil.
Even if he had to settle for less, without such an overpowered cheat, as long as he had one hundred thousand Primaris Astartes Warriors, he could organize an Expeditionary Force directly to the galactic core of the The Galaxy / Milky Way.
His goal was clear—to seize an Ancestor Shrine from those stubborn Squats.
It should be known that these Squats, who call themselves "Votann," are actually the descendants of cloned mining teams sent to the galactic core by humanity during the Dark Age of Technology.
Their "Ancestor Shrines," which they treat as treasures, are essentially well-preserved STCs!
These bearded short people not only possess Ancestor Shrines, but even more enviously, they also possess the technology to create new Shrines.
If a small clan could be found and their Shrine seized, it would undoubtedly be a timely help for the Imperium of Man, which is in a technological predicament.
But what Alex yearned for most were the rumored "Ancestor Cores" that had awakened self-awareness.
These artificial intelligences, cultivated by the Squats over tens of thousands of years through feeding massive amounts of data, are unimaginably powerful.
Each Ancestor Core contains immeasurable technological knowledge; they are living technological treasure troves.
If the Imperium could seize and analyze the data stored within one of these cores, it would likely trigger an unprecedented technological renaissance!
A glint flashed in Alex's eyes, as if he had already seen the dawn of humanity's civilization rising again.
But soon, the weight of reality brought him back to calm.
After all, with his current strength, these ideas were still distant dreams.
But dreams must be had; what if they come true one day? Especially since the Gene-Seed Primarch is about to return to the Imperium, the room for maneuver will be too great then.
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