"Hey, something is wrong with him!"

Strange was originally staring at the other party, but he was startled when he saw the guy suddenly spit out a bunch of tentacles from his mouth, and quickly turned his head to remind Fang Mo.

"Don't panic, it's normal for cultists to suddenly have a bout of illness..."

Since it was a self-directed act, Fang Mo was unusually calm at this moment, deliberately performing surgery on Ho Yinsen at a slow pace, making a small cut on his body with a scythe, and then idly waiting for his wounds to heal.

"No, his condition doesn't seem like madness."

Hearing Fang Mo's statement, Strange quickly denied it, saying in panic, "He's starting to spit out tentacles from his mouth, isn't this... Oh my! His arms and forehead are starting to grow eyes! You need to come and deal with this quickly!"

"What are you talking about? You're freaking out just from watching someone?"

Fang Mo deliberately delayed for a while upon hearing this, and then slowly turned around: "Alright, alright, let me see, what exactly is this... Hm?"

He stopped mid-sentence, intentionally showing a surprised expression.

Under the erosion of the abyssal wasteland's power, the appearance of the cult leader at this moment indeed became somewhat frightening.

His originally lean and tall figure became fat and bloated, his skin so taut that it was almost transparent, with the hideous purple veins underneath clearly visible, and something seemed to be constantly moving and wriggling under his skin.

At this point, it was completely impossible to recognize him as a human being anymore. His mouth, nostrils, and even eye sockets were continuously protruding tentacles, these bright cyan tentacles moving frantically in the air, covered in mucus. The magical ropes that had bound his body were completely snapped, and he was lying there in a posture impossible for humans.

"Um, may I ask?"

Strange, apparently seeing such a SAN value-dropping monster for the first time, couldn't stop the cold sweat from forming on his forehead: "This guy isn't planning to self-destruct, is he?"

"Self-destructing is unlikely, but it's equally troublesome."

Fang Mo deliberately put on a troubled expression, frowning and saying in a deep voice, "This guy must have received the power of Sargeras, and now he has completely left the realm of humans."

"What do we do?"

Strange quickly asked: "Are you not his match either?"

"Defeating him isn't a problem for me."

Fang Mo explained: "But the problem is that I have a grudge against Sargeras. Since he can control this cultist, he could probably control others as well. The real trouble is the other zealots; if they attack the temple, the consequences would be unimaginable..."

"Ugh!!!"

As Fang Mo was speaking, the cult leader opposite him suddenly roared.

With this weird vomit-like roar, the opponent suddenly jumped up from the ground, the magical ropes binding his body snapped in an instant, and he directly raised his hand, a bright cyan beam of light instantly shooting towards Fang Mo.

"Be careful!"

Strange quickly shouted a warning.

Fang Mo deliberately raised his hand to block, the cyan energy instantly exploded in front of him, and with a loud boom, the shockwave kicked up a large amount of dust, enveloping them all.

Soon, the dust settled.

However, the cult leader had already disappeared.

"Gone?”

Strange seemed to freeze for a moment upon seeing this, then quickly began to look around nervously: "Did they hide?"

"Probably ran away."

Fang Mo shook his head: "If Sargeras could really control him, then he wouldn't have let this guy confront me directly, especially since I have two Infinity Stones in my possession. Unless it was his true form descending, a few followers alone wouldn't stand a chance against me..."

"Infinity Stones?"

Strange asked curiously: "What are those? Something like magical crystals?"

"Something like that, a ridiculously powerful artifact," Fang Mo explained dismissively before walking back to the operating table to continue performing surgery on Ho Yinsen.

"Aren't you going to chase after him? He's already run away."

Seeing Fang Mo acting as if nothing had happened, Strange couldn't help but ask: "You're just going to let him get away?"

"What else?"

Fang Mo responded without turning back: "Do I have to chase after him and kill him? That guy is just a puppet of Sargeras. Killing him would be meaningless and might even put Ho Yinsen and you back in danger. Have you thought about what would happen if those fanatical followers suddenly came back? Could you really go up in a wheelchair and shout 'merciless iron hand'?"

"Uh..."

Hearing this, Strange hesitated.

"Mr. Fang Mo... Mr. Fang Mo..."

As Strange hesitated, a somewhat panicked voice suddenly came from the ground. Looking down, Strange saw it was the two senators from earlier.

The cult leader had previously interrogated them with a coral blade, cutting off his arm. With no means to stop the bleeding, blood had already covered the floor. However, the senator's vitality was surprisingly strong. Even though the cultists were dead all around, he had managed to survive until now and even began pleading with Fang Mo for help.

"Mr. Fang Mo, save me."

The senator said weakly: "I feel so cold, like I'm about to die..."

"There's no cure, wait for death, goodbye."

However, to the senator's plea for help, Fang Mo did not even turn his head: "I am currently treating my old friend Ho Yinsen. I've always been loyal, ready to go through thick and thin for my brothers. In the past, Hua Tuo performed surgery on Guan Yu to remove poison, and now I, Fang Mo, perform excruciating surgery on Stark... So sorry, but I don't have time to save you now."

"But you can't just stand by and watch someone die, Mr. Fang Mo."

The senator desperately tried to lower his stance, speaking weakly yet earnestly: "Please, I really don't want to die..."

"Just help him out."

Strange, being a doctor, couldn't help but speak up upon seeing this: "Your scythe can heal with just a cut, can't it? Even if you don't like these politicians, they are still lives, aren't they?"

With that, Strange took the initiative to move his wheelchair over and pulled out an old, worn belt from his waist to start stemming the bleeding for the other party.

"Do you save people regardless of their moral character?"

Fang Mo glanced at Strange: "Today you saved a politician, who knows what kind of disease might spread from the country because of what you've done. Do you call that kindness?"

"From the first day I became a doctor, I swore never to do evil. I became a doctor to save lives."

As Strange said this, he tightened the belt around the senator's arm.

"Yeah, I thought the same at the beginning.”

Upon hearing this, Fang Mo also laughed, then turned around and fiercely struck the senator on the ground with a scythe, saying, "Years ago, I saved a failed art student, and I thought it was a good deed."

"That's a bit over the top."

Strange understood the metaphor and just facepalmed.

"No, no, no, you're thinking too much," Fang Mo shook his head, "Do you think I regret it? Wrong, in fact, I've always been proud of it. Even today, I am a famous sorcerer in Kamar-Taj, but my favorite brand of shampoo is still Adolf, and my favorite show is still German soap operas..."

...

Strange was speechless after listening and stared at Fang Mo for a long time without saying anything.

He had a premonition that if he continued to associate with this guy, he might end up in hell one day.

"Okay, healed."

Fang Mo disdainfully pulled the scythe out of the senator's body, then waved his hand and urged, "Hurry up and roll, don't continue to be an eyesore here, otherwise I'll take your life for a Liuwei Dihuang tea..."

"But the matter of contacting the Avengers..."

The shorter senator seemed to want to say something upon hearing this, but before he could finish, the taller senator quickly pulled him away, "Then we'll be leaving first."

After saying this, the two of them left as if fleeing.

And after the two of them left, the atmosphere once again fell into silence.

Fortunately, Ho Yinsen, who had been unconscious, slowly woke up, giving a pained groan, and then slowly sat up from the operating table.

However, after waking up, Ho Yinsen was stunned for a moment, then looked around.

"Yo, Ho Yinsen, you're awake?"

Seeing him awake, Fang Mo also greeted him with a smile, "No need to look, rest assured, I've driven the enemies away."

"You misunderstood, Fang Mo, what I'm looking for isn't the enemy."

Ho Yinsen said, unconsciously touching his chest, "I'm just looking for the medical waste bin, I want to see how many bins I've filled this time."

"Cough cough..."

Hearing Ho Yinsen's words, Fang Mo also coughed awkwardly, then said softly, "Well, Ho Yinsen, your injury is superficial, I didn't operate on you."

"Is that so?"

Ho Yinsen was also relieved, "That's good, it looks like I can have a good sleep tonight."

"I think you might not be able to sleep."

Not far away, Strange, hearing this, couldn't help but speak up, "At least after you see the extent of the damage to this hospital, I guess you'll need some sedatives to sleep."

"What?"

Ho Yinsen also seemed stunned upon hearing this.

Strange didn't speak but just raised his hand to point outside, where a hole as big as several floors was visible in the building of another hospital not far away.

In addition to that, the equipment in this operating room is also in complete disarray.

"Alright, the extent of the damage is indeed severe," Ho Yinsen nodded, but seemed rather calm: "Looks like the repair costs are going to be expensive. But this is also good, as it gives me a chance to take a break for a while."

"Don't you have a headache at all?"

Strange asked.

"This hospital was given to me by Stark, not built with my own money," Ho Yinsen replied: "Why should I have a headache?"

"..."

Strange was speechless after hearing this.

"But speaking of Stark..." Ho Yinsen suddenly turned to look at Fang Mo: "I also heard a part of that conversation between the two senators. Fang Mo, what happened to the Avengers? Is Stark alright?"

"Oh, he's doing quite well, on a vacation in outer space."

Fang Mo briefly explained: "Actually, it's quite simple. It's all because of the Sokovia Accords. The US government wants to put a leash on the superheroes..."

"This is just absurd."

Hearing this, Ho Yinsen couldn't help but frown: "These politicians just want to keep this power in their own hands, like nuclear weapons. This agreement is simply stupid."

"Yes, so I let them leave Earth first."

Fang Mo spread his hands and said: "But even I didn't expect that at this crucial moment, a Dimensional Demon Lord Sargeras would suddenly appear."

"But this might actually be a good thing."

Ho Yinsen pondered and said: "Pressed by public opinion, the US government might consider lifting this foolish agreement."

"But wouldn't that result in many deaths?"

Hearing this, Strange couldn't help but speak up: "You've just seen, these cultists are practically like terrorists..."

"So we need to find a way to deal with these cultists."

Fang Mo turned to Strange and spread his hands: "The Ancient One should already be thinking of a solution, and I will also start investigating this cult, including why Sargeras specifically wants your hands..."

"Huh?"

Ho Yinsen was stunned: "That demon wants Doctor Strange's hands? Why?"

"I don't know, probably to prevent something from happening."

Fang Mo slowly shook his head: "Anyway, I'm still investigating this matter, but for now, he can't go home. He must be well protected in Kamar-Taj, otherwise who knows when someone might try to chop off his hands again."

"Is there anything I can help with?"

Ho Yinsen asked.

"Not really." Fang Mo first shook his head, then after thinking for a moment, he invited: "By the way, since you've also been through those events, why don't you come with us to Kamar-Taj? If nothing else, learning to use a portal would be quite convenient."

"What about this place..."

Ho Yinsen glanced at the mess in the operating room, looking troubled.

"No worries, I'll make a call and have someone take care of it." Fang Mo said, while pulling out a large sword from behind him, with a phone attached to it: "I'll call Jarvis and have him buy a construction team to fix this place, and charge it to Stark."

"Alright, let's go."

After giving a brief explanation, Fang Mo drew a square portal in mid-air: "Let's return to Kamar-Taj first.”