Just when Strange was confused, a voice suddenly sounded next to him. 锘
"Hey, are you awake?" Strange turned around and found that Fang Mo had just peeled an apple and handed it over with a smile: "Want to eat an apple?"
"Thank you." Strange said subconsciously, and then raised his hand to take the apple. As he raised his hand, he also looked at his arms. His left arm was not bad, and it was not the same as his original arm.
There is no difference, but the right arm is strange. For some reason, it is an arm made of pure metal.
"What happened to my right hand?" Strange was a little confused when he saw this scene: "Is this a prosthetic limb?"
"I have good news and bad news now, which one do you want to hear first?" Nuo Fangmo asked.
"Uh..." Strange said hesitantly: "Let's hear the good news first?"
"The good news is that your arm is cured." Fang Mo pointed to Strange's arms: "The left arm is completely healed, and the right arm... although it is made of metal, it is not a prosthetic limb. It has
It is tactile and retains the strength of metal. It can easily penetrate any woman or high-temperature oil pan. I would like to call it a ruthless iron hand."
"But why did it turn into metal?" Strange asked in confusion: "Normally speaking, if it can be cured, both arms should return to their original shape, right?"
"Because I cured most of the mutilations of your arms, but I kept a part of them." Fang Mo stood with his hands behind his hands and explained with a slightly proud tone: "I think that only by keeping part of the mutilations of your arms, can you know that you were killed by the black mage.
Hurt." 锘
"You mean...you deliberately kept this incompleteness?" Strange's eyes widened instantly.
"During the treatment process, I left a part behind." Fang Mo simply explained, not feeling that there was anything wrong with him at all.
"Did you do it on purpose or accidentally?" Strange asked reluctantly.
"Of course it was intentional!" Fang Mo said confidently.
"You guy!" Strange's fists clenched loudly after hearing this, and he subconsciously wanted to stand up from the bed, but it was only then that he suddenly realized that he still had no feeling in his legs.
So he immediately asked: "Wait a minute, what happened to my legs?"
"This is the bad news." Fang Mo spread his hands: "Although you have regained your arms, the price is... you are paralyzed."
"I..." After Strange listened, the expression on his face changed several times, ranging from shock, anger, and complexity. His shoulders couldn't help but tremble, and it took a long time for him to slowly stop.
After being silent for a long time, Strange finally couldn't help but speak: "You said you would help me heal my arm, but now you have paralyzed my legs..."
"No, I did help you heal your arm." Nuo Fangmo said with a natural look: "Healing the leg is another matter. It's not close to the arm, so you just say whether your arm is cured or not.
Bar?"
"..." Strange was speechless and choked.
"Actually, you've already figured out the outcome now." Just when Strange was silent, Fang Mo spoke again;
"Do you think I made you like this on purpose? The look you see now is actually the look after I tried to help you repair it several times. You know what you became when you just fainted.
Are you ready?"
"What happened?" Strange looked at Fang Mo and asked.
"Have you ever heard of the Seven-Legged Guanyin, Namo Black Silk Bodhisattva?" Fang Mo said directly: "I tried to reorganize cells for you, but under the influence of Sargeras' magic, you grew seven fucking legs...
"
"Really?" Strange looked in disbelief.
"If you don't believe it, you can go and see for yourself in the waste barrel. The legs are still warm." Fang Mo said: "Of course, in addition to this, you have also experienced weird situations such as long and short hands, three hands, etc. Fortunately, I use both medical skills and magic.
, and this barely pulled you back from the edge of being a monster."
"...Okay." After hearing what Fang Mo said, Strange felt very helpless, but he seemed to have no choice but to nod in recognition: "So the problem with my legs is not caused by you... but because
Is it caused by Sargeras’ dark magic?”
"Yeah, why am I persecuting you when I have nothing to do?" Nuo Fangmo nodded immediately: "All the suffering you have suffered was actually brought to you by the evil titan Sargeras. I don't know why he targeted you.
, but Gu Yi should investigate this matter."
"But my legs..." Although Strange reluctantly accepted this setting, he was still very uncomfortable with it.
"For your legs, I currently have two solutions." Fang Mo said: "One of them is that I can use restoration magic on you to make you lose your arms again, but you can walk instead."
"I can no longer accept the life of losing my arms." Strange shook his head directly after hearing this: "Let's talk about another way..."
"Well, this is it." After hearing what Strange said, Fang Mo magically rolled out a golden wheelchair out of nowhere: "I originally prepared this for Professor
Already."
"Is this your solution?" When Strange saw this scene, he couldn't help but ask: "A wheelchair? Isn't there a more magical solution? For example, let me walk with magic...
…”
"This is not an ordinary wheelchair." Fang Mo smiled and said, "This is a magic golden wheelchair!"
"Magic gold?" Strange said doubtfully. 锘
"Molten gold, a special kind of gold only found in hell." Fang Mo educated Strange on the science: "Look at this pulley, it's made of pure cobalt blue metal, and it also strengthens red stone for you, and
I have enchanted this wheelchair skeleton with loyalty, bursting chorus fruit, and soul binding. Do you know what this means?"
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "What does it mean...?" Strange asked in confusion.
"It means this will be a legendary magic prop. I call it the Magic Floating Wheelchair." After Fang Mo said this, he went directly to help Strange: "Come on, come on, anyway, you try it first
Sit down." Strange originally wanted to refuse, but Fang Mo had already picked him up, so he had no choice but to cooperate and sit in the wheelchair.
And the moment he sat in the wheelchair, the wheelchair suddenly lit up, and countless runes flowed from everywhere. The entire wheelchair frame, cushions, and everything were constantly adjusting. Strange felt
It's not like I'm sitting in a wheelchair, but like I'm sinking into a comfortable sofa.
锘 It is obvious that this wheelchair is changing its structure, actively adapting to and fitting Strange's body.
And when Strange thought about it, this thing actually started to move on its own, moving forward, backward, and turning, as if it were an extension of his own limbs.
"This thing..." Strange couldn't help but sigh when he saw this scene: "It seems really good..."
"The things I take out must be high-quality products." Seeing Strange's expression, Fang Mo also laughed: "Okay, it's time for us to go back to Kama Taj, and I have to find a way to help you.
You are looking for a magic medicine, only that thing can suppress the evil fire of Sargeras in your body..."
"What is it?" Strange asked.
"It's..." But just when Fang Mo opened his mouth to answer him, the door was suddenly pushed open, and a worried-looking Ethan led two men in suits in.
"Are you Mr. Fang Mo?" After the man in the suit walked into the operating room, he immediately started talking to Fang Mo: "We are members of the government. We have something to talk to you about... huh?" Halfway through,
The two of them seemed to have noticed Strange in the wheelchair.
They were stunned for a moment, and then subconsciously asked Fang Mo: "Is this gentleman your extraordinary friend?"
"Oh, let me introduce you." Nuo Fangmo knew the general purpose of the two people in front of him. At this moment, he showed a smile, then walked over and patted Strange on the shoulder: "This is my best friend Stephen