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After expressing their thanks, Strange quickly followed Fang Mo into a room.

"Alright, we'll do the treatment here," Fang Mo said as he turned around to close the door and locked it: "Get ready."

"Right here?"

Strange glanced around the room, which looked empty like a training dojo, with only two meditation cushions on the floor and not even a bed: "Isn't it too simplistic?"

"Ah... you have a point there."

Hearing Strange's comment, Fang Mo belatedly nodded in agreement: "We can't have you lying on the floor, just give me a moment."

Saying this, Fang Mo willed it, and his stand-in, Steve, emerged slowly from behind, walked to the center of the room, and then took out two iron blocks from his backpack and placed them on the floor: "There, all set."

"Uh..."

Seeing the silver metal blocks in the center of the room, Strange seemed stunned: "Wait, what are these?"

"An autopsy... operating table."

Fang Mo said with an expression as if it was the most natural thing: "I promised you I'd find a way to get you back onto the operating table, and now's the time to fulfill that promise, lie down."

"Sorry, I must clarify, when I said I wanted to get back onto the operating table... I meant returning to my post as a surgical doctor, not as a patient."

Strange couldn't help but explain: "Also, this isn't really an operating table, is it? It's just a solid metal platform, it feels more like an anvil, or something from an industrial forge, can't you get a real operating table? At least like a real doctor..."

"You're not short on complaints."

Hearing Strange's suggestion, Fang Mo couldn't help but retort.

Nevertheless, Fang Mo, being a renowned miracle doctor with a heart like a benevolent father, was of course very willing to consider the patient's needs.

"Well, in that case."

After thinking for a moment, Fang Mo then said: "If you think the treatment conditions in Kamar-Taj aren't good, I know a private hospital in New York. I can take you there for treatment."

"Which hospital?"

Strange immediately asked: "It's not one of those underground clinics, is it? The kind that treats gang members' gunshot wounds and performs illegal abortions..."

"No, no, it's a very famous hospital."

Fang Mo shook his head and said: "You know Tony Stark, right? The world's richest man, Iron Man, he almost died from acute palladium poisoning, and had surgery there."

"Okay, that sounds somewhat reliable."

Hearing this, Strange reluctantly nodded. The place where Iron Man had surgery couldn't be too bad, right? Then he asked: "When do we leave?"

"Right now."

As Fang Mo spoke, he reopened the door and walked in a certain direction: "Just follow me, we'll head to New York first."

Strange nodded and followed Fang Mo.

Although Fang Mo could create portals, he had previously mentioned that his magic compatibility with Kamar-Taj wasn't high, so the appearance and precision of his portals were quite poor.

This time, he chose not to use a portal to New York but instead walked around the dojo of Kamar-Taj, using the teleportation mechanism linked to the three great temples, and went directly to the New York Sanctum ahead of time.

Yes, after more than half a month of repairs.

Currently, these mages have already rebuilt three major sanctuaries.

Upon arriving at the New York Sanctum, Fang Mo directly pushed the door and walked out, and Strange, seeing the streets of New York outside, was stunned on the spot.

"Is this... New York?"

Seeing the familiar surroundings, Strange incredulously said, "When did we come back? I thought we'd have to take a flight..."

"It's like this for us on the magic side; want to go somewhere, just open a door, and that's it."

Fang Mo said, "Only you technology folks would spend a lot of money to take planes, and then also risk airplane accidents... Hmm, thinking about it, the tech faction really is on a heretical path, after all, if there were no airplanes, the Twin Towers wouldn't have been bombed, right?"

"Although you're not an American, please don't joke about such things." Strange couldn't help saying, "Those who have passed deserve respect."

"I'm not joking, I'm serious."

Fang Mo also said seriously, "I genuinely wish that the tragedy had not happened, after all, my uncle also died in that accident."

"Uh, sorry..."

Hearing this, Strange instinctively apologized.

However, in the next second, he saw Fang Mo suddenly revealing a sly smile: "Hehe, after all, my uncle was the best pilot in the Middle East back then..."

"???"

Strange was silenced.

He had never encountered such a sly person in his life.

Logically, if this had happened before, Strange would definitely have argued with the other party, since he too had a sharp tongue, but unfortunately, now he didn't even have his arms, and the other party held the only hope for his healing, effectively having him completely under control.

He now somewhat understood why his past patients were always so meek with him.

Fortunately, Fang Mo did not continue to trouble him. While talking, he casually stopped a taxi, then headed towards the Ho Yinsen Hospital.

Fang Mo actually didn't have Ho Yinsen's phone number.

But just like Stark has the artificial intelligence Jarvis.

He also has his own means, namely the supreme intelligence of the Kree civilization.

In front of the taxi driver, Fang Mo pulled out a sword full of cyberpunk style from behind and stabbed it into his phone.

"Contact Ho Yinsen at Ho Yinsen Hospital for me."

Under their astonished gaze, Fang Mo instructed the Sword of Wisdom, "Tell him I'm Fang Mo, planning to bring a patient over for treatment, and ask him to free up an operating room for me."

Perhaps startled by Fang Mo's actions.

The taxi driver drove extremely fast, arriving at the destination in less than ten minutes.

Fang Mo, leading Strange, walked into this private hospital as if he were familiar with the place, and soon saw Ho Yinsen in the original operating room, already dressed in surgical attire and waiting for a long time.

"Yo, Ho Yinsen, long time no see."

Seeing him, Fang Mo also greeted with a smile, "How have you been recently, everything going smoothly?"

"Thanks to you guys, everything is quite smooth at the moment.”

Ho Yinsen also smiled upon seeing this, but then he turned his attention to Fang Mo standing beside him: "This must be the patient, right? You're going to treat his arms... Wait, is he Doctor Strange?"

"It seems I'm quite famous."

Doctor Strange also looked up at Ho Yinsen and nodded in agreement.

"You are the most famous surgeon in New York City," Ho Yinsen immediately said. "I heard about your situation before, but unfortunately, I was powerless to help. However, it's quite something that you managed to find Fang Mo to treat you. This is really a... well, a good thing?"

"Why does your tone sound hesitant?"

Doctor Strange frowned upon hearing this.

"You're overthinking it," Fang Mo spoke up, gesturing with his hand, "Alright, lie down on the operating table. I'm going to start figuring out how to treat you. Ho Yinsen, assist me, go get two local anesthetics."

"Okay."

Ho Yinsen looked at Doctor Strange with a bit of pity, then turned to prepare the medication.

Seeing Ho Yinsen's actions, Doctor Strange was honestly a bit puzzled, but considering this was a legitimately operated hospital, he suppressed his doubts and voluntarily lay down on the operating table.

No sooner had he lain down,

Fang Mo suddenly drew out a broad, door-like giant blade.

"Wait, what is this..."

Doctor Strange was also taken aback.

"Oh, this is my specialized Manyullyn surgical knife," Fang Mo explained briefly before taking a syringe from Ho Yinsen's hand, "I'm going to inject the anesthesia first, bear with it."

"You..."

Doctor Strange opened his mouth to speak, but before he could finish, Fang Mo suddenly plunged the needle into his leg, injecting all the anesthetic in one go.

That wasn't all.

Fang Mo quickly took another dose of anesthesia and injected it into Doctor Strange's other leg.

"OK, both legs are successfully anesthetized."

After finishing all this, Fang Mo casually threw the syringe on the ground: "Now you can't run, and I can start my work without worries."

With that said,

Fang Mo had already raised the Mar Jade Spirit surgical knife.

"Is this how you're supposed to use anesthesia?" Doctor Strange started sweating upon seeing this: "Wait a minute, what about that sickle you had before? If it comes to it, use that instead..."

"Are you teaching me how to treat patients?"

Fang Mo raised an eyebrow, then without waiting for Doctor Strange to speak, he started shouting, "Blood sacrifice to the blood god, skull for the skull throne!"

"NO!!!"

Doctor Strange screamed in despair, but Fang Mo didn't care at all and directly chopped down, cutting off a large chunk of his left shoulder.

"Doctor Ho Yinsen, save me!"

In pain, Doctor Strange could only seek help from others.

However, Ho Yinsen didn't pay him any attention at all, simply turning around and leaving, then not long after, he came back pushing a large trash can.

"These tissues that fell on the ground are probably useless, right?"

Ho Yinsen bent down to pick up a piece of tissue and then asked Fang Mo, "Is it the same procedure as with Stark?"

"Yes, please throw it away for me."

Fang Mo nodded and then continued to perform the surgery.

"This is not surgery at all!" Strange was really in unbearable pain, gritting his teeth and shouting, "Can you tell me what the purpose of doing this is? Stimulating the cell's ability to recombine and regenerate? Or is it just... simply cutting me?"

"I'm really trying hard to cure your disease here, and I've only cut you once, and you start crying for your parents..."

Fang Mo sighed helplessly: "Ah, Mordo thinks you're a crybaby."

"Doctor Strange, please bear with it a bit longer."

Ho Yinsen, seeing this, also spoke up: "The cuts Stark took were much scarier than yours. See this trash can in my hand? Back then, I filled six of these large trash cans, all with his necrotic body tissue, but he really was a man of steel, not making a sound throughout the whole process."

"Huh?"

Strange, sweating profusely, frowned: "Six cans of human tissue? His entire body wasn't even that much, right?"

"That's the mystery of magic."

Ho Yinsen spread his hands and said.

"I..."

Strange seemed to want to say something more, but just as he opened his mouth, he heard Fang Mo suddenly say: "Hmm? What is this for?"

"Forget it, let's cut it off and see."

Saying this, Fang Mo directly swung down the huge Manyullyn Cleaver.

And Strange only felt a surge of intense pain, and his consciousness instantly fell into darkness.

"Uh?"

Not far away, Ho Yinsen saw this scene and seemed stunned for a moment, then turned his head to remind Fang Mo: "Um, Mr. Fang Mo, Doctor Strange seems to have passed out."

"Such a weak will."

Seeing the other party faint, Fang Mo frowned slightly in displeasure, but soon a clever plan flashed through his mind: "Well, if he's fainted, then he's fainted. Let's continue with the surgery..."

...

Similar to Stark's situation back then.

The surgery Fang Mo performed lasted for about two hours.

However, compared to the beginning, Fang Mo now had many more means to treat others, so there was no longer a need to consume regeneration potions and the like.

After lying in bed for about half an hour, Strange soon woke up, and his first reaction was to immediately look at his arms. To his astonishment, he actually had grown two additional arms. Although the right arm looked a bit abnormal, regaining his arms still excited and thrilled him immensely.

But the next second, Strange seemed to suddenly feel something, his expression somewhat astonished.

Because he suddenly couldn't feel his legs anymore.