Raised From The Wild-Chapter 62: Marx Was Examined
After lunch, the Skylar family went to the 86th floor where the CEO’s office was. The Skylar Tower was one of the tallest buildings in Usturia. It has a total of 88 floors. Marx and Karl were living on the top floor during work days. The floor below them was where the gym and swimming pool were. It also has a bar where the siblings entertained their friends.
Hendrix Skylar wanted to meet his family to discuss Marx’s plans so Marx led them to the executive board room.
"You were so busy with the affairs of the woman you picked up from that island that you did not have time to have a proper chat with us and you did not even have time to go for a physical check-up." Hendrix scanned Marx’s face. He noted that he had a faint scar on his right forehead.
Hendrix called his assistant and whispered something in his ear.
"The scar on your forehead is that from the plane crash?" His grandfather asked in a stern voice.
Marx was surprised to hear his grandfather’s question. He thought the scar was not noticeable but it did not escape his grandpa’s hawk-like eyes.
"Yes, Grandpa." He answered respectfully. While his grandfather was strict, Marx knew that he cared about him and his other grandsons.
"Where you hurt somewhere else?" Frederick asked trying to show fatherly concern.
"I sustained a lot of injuries in my body. The most serious one was the wound on my thigh when a metal pierced through it." Marx said in an impassive tone.
Karl and Stacey gasped at the same time. Stephen remained indifferent.
"You must have been in a lot of pain, brother." Stacey flinched as if she was the one in pain. 𝓯𝓻𝒆𝙚𝒘𝓮𝙗𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝒍.𝙘𝓸𝙢
Marx looked at her sharply. Fleeting images of her inflicting pain on him by pinching him on his thigh and arms when he was around four years old appeared in his mind.
"Indeed. Imagine yourself being pierced by a twisted metal the size of your two fingers and you were strapped on a chair. You have no choice but to pull out that scrap of metal without anesthesia to numb the pain."
"No, stop it." Stacey ran out of the room in tears.
"Brother, you are so cruel to your sister," Stephen said in a horrified voice. In his thoughts, however, he was happy because Marx suffered.
"She asked for it," Marx mumbled inaudibly.
Karl tried to remember the time when Marx alighted from the ship. He looked well and was his usual cold and aloof self so Karl thought he did not suffer major injuries. Just how much did his brother suffer?
"Grandpa, if there is nothing else, I still have lots of things to do." Marx stood up and wanted to leave.
"You said you wanted to take a leave and I approve that and it is effective today." The old man looked at Frederick. "Arrange for a meeting tomorrow and I will formally announce that Stephen will be the deputy CEO, while Marx is taking his medical leave."
Marx pursed his lips. He did not anticipate his grandfather to act so fast and decisively. He studied Stephen and smirked when he caught the look of glee on his face before masking his expression with seriousness. He was happy with the outcome. He can go back to Lireya ahead of schedule and start executing his plans earlier.
"Marx, you come with us to NexGen. Karl, you orient your brother with the status of the current projects though he should be aware of them because he sits in the board meetings."
Marx frowned. NexGen was their medical research facility and was being managed by his father. What did his grandfather intend to do?
The three generations of Skylars boarded a black luxury car which was the latest model released by Travex, a Skylar subsidiary that manufactured vehicles used for land, water, and air transportation. The company’s CEO was his uncle who was the second son of his grandfather.
After one hour of traversing the highways at the speed of 200 kilometers per hour, the trio reached NexGen in half the time it usually took for normal cars to travel. The research facility was located on the outskirts of the city.
The medical director was waiting for them at the entrance and escorted them to the second floor where Marx would undergo a full body scan. He was awestruck to see the three legends behind the success of the Skylar Conglomerate in front of him.
Marx took off all his clothes except for his boxers and lay down on a narrow motorized bed made from transparent fiberglass. The female attendant who strapped him blushed visibly when she stole a glance at Marx’s body. He has broad shoulders, a strong chest, a narrow waist, and hips. Even in a relaxed mode, she could tell that his muscles in the arms and thighs were well developed. She considered herself very lucky to have the opportunity to touch the most sought-after bachelor in the entire Usturia even if it was only for a moment and with protective gloves on.
After he was securely strapped he entered the tube scanner and he started hearing the buzzing sound as the equipment started scanning his entire body.
At the monitoring room, Hendrix and Frederick with the medical director watch the large monitor as the software project the image of Marx’s body. The radiologist was typing fast as he entered instructions to reconstruct the wound on Marx’s body based on the scars that were yet to disappear and traces of disturbance in the inside tissues.
His biggest wounds were on his right thigh, on his forehead, the one at the back of his head, and in his abdomen.
Frederick clenched his fist when he saw the injuries. The damaged tissues in his thigh have not fully healed yet.
Hendrix’s eyes reddened. Indeed Marx almost died in the crash.
"This is impossible!" The medical director blurted out. "Based on the modeler’s calculation, it will take at least two months for the deep wounds on his thigh and abdomen to recover. However, looking at Marx’s physique now, you can’t tell that he has experienced such bodily trauma. Even our most advanced ointment can cure such deep wounds in one and a half months. How was he healed so fast?"
