After thanking him, Strange quickly followed Fang Mo to a room.
"Okay, we'll treat you here." Fang Mo said, turning around and closing the door, locking it again: "Get ready."
"Is it here?" Strange glanced at the room. It was empty like a dojo for practice. There were only two futons on the ground for meditation, and there wasn't even a bed. "Isn't it too simple?
a little?"
"Ah... what you said makes sense." After hearing Strange's statement, Fang Mo also nodded belatedly: "I can't let you lie on the ground, wait a moment." After saying that, Fang Mo nodded.
Mo thought in his mind.
I saw his substitute Steve slowly emerge from behind, walked to the center of the room, then took out two iron blocks from his backpack and placed them on the ground: "Okay, it's done."
"Uh..." Seeing the silver metal block in the center of the room, Strange seemed to be stunned: "Wait, what is this?"
"Anatomy... the operating table." Fang Mo showed a reasonable expression on his face: "I promised you that I would find a way to get you back on the operating table, so now is the time to fulfill your wish and lie down on it.
"
"Sorry, I have to reiterate. When I said I wanted to return to the operating table... I meant returning to my position as a surgeon. I wanted to be a doctor, not a patient." Strange couldn't help but
Explained: "Also, yours is not an operating table at all, is it? It is just a solid metal platform. I think it is more like an anvil or an industrial forging bed. You can't do a real operation.
Taiwan? At least like a real doctor..."
"You don't have many arms, so you can do a lot of things." After Li heard Strange's suggestion, Fang Mo couldn't help but complain.
But after all, Fang Mo is also a famous miracle doctor with a father-like heart. Of course, he is still very willing to consider his patients.
"Well, let's do that." Fang Mo thought for a moment, and then said: "If you think the treatment conditions here at Kama Taj are not good, I know a private hospital in New York and I can take you there.
While undergoing treatment.”
"Which hospital?" Strange asked immediately after hearing this: "Isn't it that kind of black clinic? A small place that treats gangs' gunshot wounds and helps with abortions all day long..."
"No, no, no, it's a very famous hospital." Tuo Fangmo shook his head and said, "You know Tony Stark, right? The world's richest man, Iron Man, he almost died of acute palladium poisoning before.
The surgery was done there.”
"Okay, it sounds more or less reliable." Strange nodded reluctantly after hearing this. There can't be any problems with the place where Iron Man has undergone surgery, right?
So he asked: "Then when will we leave?"
"Let's go now." Fang Mo said as he reopened the door and walked in one direction: "Anyway, come with me. Let's go to New York first." Strange nodded, and then followed
Following in Fang Mo's footsteps.
Although Fang Mo can also draw portals, as mentioned before, his spells and Kama Taj's spells are not very compatible, so the appearance and accuracy of this portal are also a mess.
This time, Sora did not choose to use the teleportation gate to go to New York. Instead, he walked twice in Karma Taj's dojo, followed the teleportation mechanism connecting the three major temples, and went directly to the New York Temple.
Yes, after more than half a month of repairs, these mages have now rebuilt the three major temples.
After arriving at the New York Temple, Fang Mo opened the door and walked out. Strange was stunned when he saw the streets of New York outside.
"This...New York?" Seeing the familiar scenery around him, Strange said in disbelief: "When did we come back? I thought we were going to take a plane..."
"We people on the magic side are like this. We can just open a door wherever we want." Tuo Fangmo said: "Only you people on the technology side will spend a lot of money to fly and then risk the plane crash.
The risk... Well, if you think about it this way, the technology party is really evil. After all, if there were no airplanes, the Twin Towers wouldn't have bombed, right?"
"Although you are not from China, please don't make jokes about this kind of thing." Strange couldn't help but said: "Those deceased deserve to be respected."
"I'm not joking, I'm serious." Fang Mo also said seriously: "I just sincerely hope that the tragedy of that year will not happen. After all, my uncle also died in that accident."
"Uh, I'm sorry..." Strange subconsciously apologized after hearing this. However, in the next second, he saw Fang Mo suddenly reveal a mean smile: "Hey, after all, my uncle was the most powerful person in the Middle East back then.
Good pilot..."
"???" Strange fell silent. This was the first time in his life that he had encountered such a cheap guy.
Logically speaking, if this were the case before, Strange would definitely get into a fight with the other party over this. After all, he has a very poisonous mouth. It's a pity that now he doesn't even have his arms, but the other party has the ability to heal.
This is my only hope, and I am simply pinching myself to death.
He now understood a little bit why his former patients were so humble to him.
Fortunately, Fang Mo didn't mean to continue to embarrass him. As he spoke, he stopped a taxi and drove towards Yisen Hospital.
Fang Mo actually doesn't have Ethan's phone number, just like Stark has artificial intelligence Jarvis.
He also has his own means, which is the supreme wisdom of the leader of the Kree civilization. In front of the taxi driver, Fang Mo took out a cyberpunk-style sword from behind, and then stabbed himself with the knife.
on the mobile phone.
"Contact me Ethan from Ethan Hospital." Under the shocked gazes of the two people, Fang Mo gave instructions to the Sword of Wisdom: "Just say I am Fang Mo, and I will take a patient there for treatment soon.
He made room for me in an operating room." Perhaps he was frightened by Fang Mo's actions.
The taxi driver drove very fast and arrived at the destination in less than ten minutes. Tuo Fangmo led Strange into the private hospital in a familiar manner, and soon he was at the same place as before.
I saw Ethan in the operating room. He had already put on a surgical gown and had been waiting for a long time.
"Hey, Ethan, long time no see." When he saw the other party, Fang Mo also said hello with a smile: "How have you been lately? Is everything going well?"
"Thanks to you, everything is going well so far." Ethan smiled when he saw this, but then he turned his attention to Fang Mo: "This is the patient, right? What you want to treat is
His arms...wait, is he Doctor Strange?"
"It seems I'm quite famous." Strange also looked up at Ethan, nodded and said.
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"You are the most famous surgeon in New York City." Ethan said immediately: "I also heard about you, but it's a pity that I can't do anything. But I didn't expect that you could find Fang Mo to treat you. This is really amazing.
A… uh, good thing?”
"Why does your tone sound a little hesitant?" Strange frowned upon hearing this.
"You're overthinking it." The person who spoke this time was Fang Mo. He waved his hand and said, "Okay, lie down on the operating table first. I'm going to start thinking of ways to treat you.
Sen, help me out and get two local anesthetics first."
"...Okay." Ethan glanced at Strange with some pity, then turned around to help prepare the potion.
When Strange saw Ethan's behavior, to be honest, he felt a little strange, but considering that this was a regular hospital after all, he had no choice but to suppress his doubts and took the initiative to lie down on the operating table.
As soon as he lay down, Fang Mo suddenly pulled out a huge blade as broad as a door panel.
"Wait, you are..." Strange was stunned when he saw this.
"Oh, this is my special Mayuling scalpel." Fang Mo explained briefly, and then took a syringe from Ethan: "I'll give you an anesthetic first, and bear with it for a while."
"You..." Strange opened his mouth, but before he could finish his words, Fang Mo suddenly inserted the needle into his leg, and then injected all the anesthetic in one breath.
One shot of the anesthetic was not enough. Fang Mo quickly took another shot of anesthetic and pierced Strange's other leg.
"OK, both legs have been successfully anesthetized." After finishing all this, Fang Mo casually threw the syringe on the ground: "Now you can't run away, and I can start doing it boldly.
"Speaking of which.
Fang Mo has already raised Mayuling's scalpel.
"Did you ask for the anesthetic to be used like this?" Strange was already sweating when he saw this: "Wait a moment, where is the scythe you had before? If it doesn't work, use that one first..." Solo
"Are you teaching me how to cure a disease?" Fang Mo raised his eyebrows, and then before Strange could speak, he shouted to himself: "Blood sacrifice to the blood god, head sacrifice to the skull throne!"
"No!!!" Strange screamed desperately, but Fang Mo didn't care about him at all and cut off his left shoulder with a single knife, cutting off a large piece of his left shoulder.
"Doctor Ethan, save me!" In pain, Strange could only ask for help from others. However, Ethan ignored him at all, just turned around and left silently, and then pushed him away after a while.
A large trash can came back.
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"These tissues that fell on the ground must be useless, right?" Ethan leaned down and picked up a piece of tissue, and then asked Fang Mo;
"Is it the same process as Stark's time?"
"Well, please throw it away for me." Fang Mo nodded, and then continued to operate.
"This is not a surgery at all!" Strange was really in pain. He gritted his teeth and shouted: "Can you tell me what the meaning of this is? To stimulate the reorganization and regeneration of cells? Or is it?
...are you just chopping me?"
"I have been working very hard to treat you, but as soon as I cut you, you started crying for father and mother..." Fang Mo sighed helplessly: "Hey, Mengdo thinks you are a big bitch."
"Doctor Strange, please bear with it a little longer." Ethan next to him also said after seeing this: "Back then, Stark got a lot scarier knife than you. Did you see this trash can in my hand?
, I filled six buckets of such a big trash can at that time, and they were all filled with his necrotic body tissue, but he was indeed a man of steel and did not say a word the whole time."
"Huh?" Strange frowned while sweating profusely: "Six barrels of human tissue? He doesn't have as much as six barrels of human tissue, right?"
"So this is the secret of magic." Ethan spread his hands and said.
"I..." Strange seemed to want to say something when he heard this, but as soon as he opened his mouth, he heard Fang Mo suddenly say this: "Huh? This thing is in charge of..."
What?"
"Forget it, let's cut it off and try it first." At this point, Fang Mo directly swung the huge Mayuling chopping knife.
But Strange only felt a sharp pain, and his entire consciousness instantly fell into darkness.
"Huh?" Ethan, who was not far away, seemed stunned for a moment when he saw this scene. Then he turned around and reminded Fang Mo: "What, Mr. Fang Mo, Doctor Strange seems to have passed out.
"
"This willpower is really bad." When Ti saw that the other party was unconscious, Fang Mo also frowned a little unhappily, but soon a clever plan flashed in his mind: "Well, yes, forget about him being unconscious.
Just faint, let's continue the operation..."...It's almost the same as Stark's situation at that time.
The operation performed by Fang Mo also lasted for almost two hours. However, compared with the beginning, Fang Mo can now use many more methods to treat others, so there is no need to consume regeneration potions or anything.
After lying on the hospital bed for about half an hour, Strange quickly woke up. After waking up, his first reaction was to immediately look at his arms. As a result, he
The whole person was stunned because he actually had two extra arms. Although his right arm looked a little abnormal, he was extremely excited to regain his arms.
But in the next second, Strange seemed to suddenly feel something, and his expression was a little stunned.