Annika continued, "Even though I've seen it, it still feels unreal. Still, it happened right before my eyes, and I've experienced it firsthand. If he weren't such a prominent figure, I'd just blurt out his name."
Matthew was about to say something when the door to the private room opened. Lance walked in, bringing an old man with him.
The old man appeared to be in his 60s. Sporting gold-framed glasses, he had slicked-back hair and a rosy complexion, looking pretty lively.
Upon seeing the old man, Annika's expression changed slightly. She stood up and took a step back. Standing up respectfully, she seemed a lot more stiff.
Lance flashed a smile at Matthew. "When I went to grab a drink, I bumped into Mr. Murray, the director of the public health department. He gets along well with Dad.
"After learning that a miracle doctor like you treated Dad, he's been wanting to meet you because he really looks up to you. With everything lining up so perfectly, I brought him to meet you."
Beaming, Jerome Murray walked up to Matthew and warmly offered his hand. "Hello. Mr. Grant. It's a pleasure to meet you."
Matthew was starting to lose his patience. But since Jerome had reached out his hand, he had to stand up and respond to it.
"Hi there."
The moment Matthew shook hands with Jerome, he realized something felt off. Jerome's right hand was icy and stiff. He subconsciously looked down.
What he saw were smooth and delicate hands with lines on them, like fingerprints and palm prints. The skin on those hands looked way too young, like that of a woman in her 20s. It didn't match Jerome's age at all.
Jerome remarked with a grin, "You're probably a little surprised, aren't you? A lot of people are taken aback when they see my hand.
"20 years ago, I had an accident that cost me my hand. A few years later, I heard about this bionic technology, so I spent several million dollars to acquire one.
"You might be surprised, but this hand has over 100 touch sensors and 200 electrodes connecting to my nervous system.
"The bionic hand can pick up nerve signals and even brainwave signals. When I want to shake hands, it works just like my real hand as if it's part of me. It can even handle delicate tasks like threading a needle. Isn't that fascinating?"
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