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Just when Strange was bewildered, a voice suddenly sounded beside him.

"Yo, you awake?"

Strange turned his head and saw that Fang Mo had just peeled an apple and was now smilingly offering it to him: "Want an apple?"

"Thank you."

Strange said subconsciously, and then reached out to take the apple.

As he did so, he also took the opportunity to observe his arms. His left arm was fine, no different from his own arm before, but his right arm was strange. For some reason, it was made entirely of pure metal.

"What's with my right hand?" Strange was a bit baffled upon seeing this: "Is this a prosthetic?"

"I have a piece of good news and a piece of bad news for you. Which one do you want to hear first?"

Fang Mo asked.

"Uh..." Strange hesitated: "Let's hear the good news first?"

"The good news is your arm is healed." Fang Mo pointed at Strange's arms: "The left arm is completely cured, and the right arm... although it is made of metal, it is not a prosthetic. It has tactile sensation and retains the strength of metal, allowing it to easily probe into any woman or a pot of boiling oil. I would like to call it the merciless iron hand."

"But why did it turn into metal?"

Strange was utterly puzzled and asked: "Normally, if it could be healed, shouldn't both arms return to their original state?"

"Because I healed most of the damage to your arm but left some of it."

Fang Mo stood with his hands behind his back, his tone slightly proud as he explained: "I think only by retaining some of the damage to the arm can one know that you were harmed by a dark sorcerer."

"Are you saying... you intentionally left this damage?"

Strange's eyes widened in an instant.

"It was during the treatment that I left some of it." Fang Mo simply explained, not feeling there was anything wrong at all.

"Did you do this on purpose or by accident?" Strange asked, holding back.

"Of course, on purpose!"

Fang Mo spoke righteously.

"You bastard!" After hearing this, Strange clenched his fists so hard they squeaked, and subconsciously wanted to stand up from the bed. But it was only then that he suddenly realized that his legs still had no sensation, so he immediately asked: "Wait, then what's with my legs?"

"That's the bad news."

Fang Mo spread his hands: "Although you have regained the use of your arms, the price is... you're paralyzed."

"I..."

After hearing this, Strange's facial expression changed several times, from astonishment to anger to complexity. His shoulders couldn't help but tremble and it took a long time before he finally calmed down.

And then there was a long silence.

Strange finally couldn't help but speak up: "You said you would cure my arm, but now you've paralyzed my legs…"

"No, I did cure your arm indeed," Fang Mo said naturally. "Treating your legs is another matter; it has nothing to do with your arm. Just say whether your arm is cured or not, will you?"

Strange was left speechless.

"Actually, the outcome you have now is already quite good."

While Strange remained silent, Fang Mo spoke again; "Do you think I did this to you on purpose? What you see now is actually the result after I've tried several times to fix it. Do you know what you looked like right after you passed out?"

"What did I turn into?"

Strange looked at Fang Mo and asked.

"A Seven-legged Guanyin, ever heard of the Black Silk Bodhisattva?" Fang Mo said directly: "I tried to reorganize your cells, but under the influence of Sargeras' magic, you grew seven legs…"

"Really?"

Strange was incredulous.

"You can go look in the trash can yourself if you don't believe me; those legs are still warm." Fang Mo said: "Besides that, you've also experienced having arms of different lengths, three hands, and other bizarre conditions. Thankfully, with my medical and magical skills combined, I barely pulled you back from the brink of becoming a monster."

"…Okay."

Hearing Fang Mo's explanation, Strange, though very reluctantly, seemed to have no choice but to accept it: "So, the problem with my legs wasn't caused by you... but was due to the dark magic of Sargeras?"

"Yeah, why would I persecute you for no reason?"

Fang Mo immediately nodded: "All the suffering you've endured is actually brought upon you by the evil titan Sargeras. I don't know why he targeted you, but Ancient One should be investigating this matter."

"But my legs…"

Although Strange reluctantly accepted this explanation, he was still very uncomfortable.

"For your legs, I currently have two solutions." Fang Mo said: "One of them is that I can cast a restoration spell on you, making you lose your arms again, but in return, you'll be able to walk."

"I can no longer accept living without my arms."

Hearing this, Strange immediately shook his head: "Let's talk about the other solution…"

"Here, this one."

Hearing Strange's words, Fang Mo, as if performing a magic trick, rolled out a golden wheelchair: "This was originally prepared for Professor X, but now you're getting it."

"This is your solution?”

Upon witnessing this scene, Strange couldn't help but ask: "A wheelchair? Is there no more magical solution? Like letting me walk using magic or something..."

"This is no ordinary wheelchair."

Fang Mo smiled and said, "This is a magical golden wheelchair!"

"Magical gold?"

Strange uttered with confusion.

"Molten gold, a special kind of gold only found in hell." Fang Mo started to educate Strange, "Look at these wheels, made of pure cobalt blue metal, and I've even enhanced them with redstone for you, as well as the frame of the wheelchair. I've enchanted it with loyalty, explosive chorus fruit, and soul binding. Do you know what that means?"

"What does it mean?"

Strange asked, somewhat puzzled.

"It means that this will be a legendary magical item, I call it the Magic Hover Wheelchair." Fang Mo said, then went over to help Strange up, "Come on, give it a try."

Strange initially wanted to refuse, but since Fang Mo had already picked him up, 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 brightly, with countless runes flowing from all parts, the entire frame, the seat, everything continuously adjusted, making Strange feel not as if he was sitting on a wheelchair, but as if he had sunk into a comfortable sofa instead.

Clearly, the wheelchair was changing its structure, actively adapting to and fitting Strange's body.

Moreover, at a thought from Strange, the device actually started moving on its own, forward, backward, turning, as if it was an extension of his own limbs.

"This thing..."

Strange, witnessing this scene, couldn't help but exclaim, "Seems pretty good actually..."

"The things I produce are always of high quality." Seeing Strange's expression, Fang Mo also smiled, "Alright, it's time to head back to Kamar-Taj, I still need to find a way to help you look for a magical herb, only that thing can suppress the fel fire of Sargeras within you..."

"What is it?"

Strange asked.

"It's self..."

However, just as Fang Mo was about to answer him, the door suddenly opened, and Ho Yinsen, looking worried, led two men in suits into the room.

"Are you Mr. Fang Mo?"

After the suited men walked into the operating room, they immediately started speaking to Fang Mo, "We are members of the government, there's something we'd like to discuss with you... huh?"

Halfway through their sentence, they seemed to also notice Strange on the wheelchair.

They were initially taken aback, then instinctively turned to Fang Mo to ask, "Is this gentleman your extraordinary friend?"

"Oh, let me introduce you."

Fang Mo knew the general purpose of the two men's visit, he first revealed a smile, then walked over and patted Strange on the shoulder, "This is my close friend Mr. Stephen, he is well-versed in astronomy..."

"And paralyzed from the waist down.”