The recovery speed of the Rejuvenation Surgery far exceeded Alex's expectations, and he was even more pleasantly surprised by the excellent post-operative results.
This mysterious surgery seemed to possess the magical power to reverse time, showing astonishing effectiveness in just a few days.
Alex's parents were both over sixty years old, and their physical functions had inevitably shown signs of aging.
However, after undergoing the Rejuvenation Surgery, their physical condition improved at a visible rate, and all physiological indicators returned to the level of around forty years old.
His father's originally gray hair turned black and thick again, and his skin regained its elasticity; his mother's crow's feet almost completely disappeared, and her face glowed with the radiance of her youth.
This immediate rejuvenating effect made Alex feel incredibly relieved.
Watching his parents regain their youthful appearance and increasingly lighter steps, a sense of satisfaction welled up in his heart.
The two elders were even more shocked by the treatment results; they repeatedly looked in the mirror, incredulously seeing themselves twenty years younger.
This tangible transformation into a younger state was far more real and effective than the exaggerated health product advertisements on TV, making the two elders sigh that the development of modern technology had exceeded their comprehension.
However, amidst their joy, a faint worry also arose in Alex's parents' hearts.
They keenly realized that such high-tech medical means capable of reversing aging were definitely not ordinary physical examination items.
The two elders guessed that this was likely a national-level high-precision scientific research project, and they couldn't help but worry about how their son came into contact with such cutting-edge technology.
Facing his parents' doubts, Alex only meaningfully stated that his life trajectory had changed, and many things were no longer as simple as before.
He didn't explain much, but the determination in his eyes made his parents understand that he had indeed embarked on a life path completely different from what they had envisioned.
Afterward, he told his parents not to worry too much and to enjoy traveling, arranging a high-quality tour group for them.
Well, it was a tour group where the entire group was there to accompany just the two of them, but they didn't know it.
As for Alex himself, he received a formal invitation to the biennial International Aerospace Exhibition.
Alex was no stranger to this airshow.
He remembered that three years ago, he was still an ordinary aviation enthusiast, queuing up to buy audience tickets and squeezing into the crowd to gaze from afar at those captivating aircraft.
But now, his identity was different—the gilded invitation card from the organizing committee clearly bore the words "Special Guest," along with a full set of VIP passes.
As a VIP, Alex enjoyed unimaginable treatment: a dedicated aisle allowed him to avoid the crowded flow of people, and he could enter any exhibition hall at any time; major exhibitors had already prepared limited-edition models and collectible merchandise, which were respectfully delivered to him by staff.
Even more enviable was that those advanced fighter jets and army equipment, which he could usually only view from afar, he could now not only get close to but also personally experience operating under the guidance of professionals.
On the first day of the exhibition, Alex appeared in the VIP area in casual attire, standing out among the uniformly dressed military uniforms and business suits.
Several air force generals from a certain country, who were negotiating procurement matters, occasionally cast puzzled glances, exchanging whispers.
And when they saw Alex excitedly climb into the cockpit of the latest fighter jet like a child, touching and looking at the instrument panel, representatives from several military industrial enterprises looked at each other in dismay.
"Whose young master is this?" a procurement representative with a cloth on his head couldn't help but ask his assistant.
"The data shows he's just an ordinary visitor…" The assistant flipped through the list, equally confused.
However, these unusual glances and speculations were irrelevant to Alex.
At this moment, he was fully focused on admiring the avant-garde new weapons and equipment on display, his eyes sparkling with excitement.
As a seasoned Warhammer 40k enthusiast, he couldn't help but compare these modern military industrial products with the equipment in the 40k universe in his mind.
From the appearance design alone, the fighter jets, armored vehicles, and individual weapons in front of him undoubtedly conformed more to modern aesthetics—streamlined fuselages, futuristic coatings, and precise electronic displays, all showcasing the perfect combination of technology and aesthetics.
In contrast, 40k equipment often appeared crude, heavy, and even somewhat barbaric.
But in terms of true power and technical content, these modern weapons were like primitive people's wooden sticks and stones in the face of 40k technology.
To say nothing else, the Power Armor letter opener Alex currently had in his pocket, the technical principles contained within it were enough to make the top scientists of the 21st century scratch their heads bald without understanding.
This letter opener was specially customized by him through Ovilia, made of adamantium, with a built-in miniature plasma engine and a molecular disruption field.
He gave one to each of his good friends, and one was even sent to No. 14 Chang'an Street, with a few remaining unsold.
Alex casually brought one with him this time, just for self-defense.
Although it looked like an ordinary small knife on the outside, if Alex wished, any equipment exhibited on site—whether it was the most advanced main battle tank or the newly developed stealth fighter jet—would be as fragile as paper in front of this letter opener.
After all, this was something that could easily cut through Space Marine Power Armor.
Of course, Alex wasn't so hot-headed as to actually pull out the letter opener and scratch the equipment on the display stand.
He was there to enjoy the airshow, not to cause destruction.
Besides, if he really cut the exhibits, he would probably be put on the key surveillance list by intelligence agencies of various countries the next second—that would be too much trouble.
Among the dazzling array of exhibits, the most eye-catching were the army's newly unveiled Laser Tank and armored vehicles, as well as the futuristic bipedal walking mechs.
These behemoths exuded a cold metallic luster on the display stand, and the surrounding spotlights illuminated every detail of them brilliantly.
In contrast, the several demonstrators wearing exoskeleton Power Armor next to them were like models at a car show; although equally eye-catching, they were significantly less imposing in front of these true war machines.
Alex observed the Laser Tank with great interest.
From the chassis, it still adopted the basic configuration of an active main battle tank, but the power system and weapon system had been completely revolutionized.
The technical parameters on the display board showed that this tank adopted a revolutionary plasma reactor as its power source, combined with a new electric drive system, achieving astonishing power output.
Although in Alex's view, this power output was only similar to that of a Space Marine's Power Armor.
The most striking was the sci-fi-looking turret.
Although the designers had made some modifications to its appearance to make it look more like a product of modern technology, Alex, observing it up close, recognized its essence at a glance—wasn't this just the Lasgun standard for the Imperial Guard in the 40k universe?
That standard weapon, jokingly called a "flashlight," was just scaled up to the size of a tank's main gun.
However, the power of this "magnified flashlight" should not be underestimated.
In the live-fire demonstration that morning, this Laser Tank main gun, with just one shot, directly melted a target vehicle modified from an old Type 59 tank into a puddle of molten iron.
Alex noticed that the moment the laser beam hit the target, the target vehicle's armor was as helpless as butter meeting a hot knife; this scene made military observers from various countries involuntarily gasp.
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