Chapter 466 This Is Stephen.

Chapter 466 This is Stephen, he...

Just when Strange was confused, a voice suddenly sounded next to him.

"Hey, are you awake?"

Strange turned his head and found that Fang Mo had just peeled an apple and handed it to him with a smile: "Want an apple?"

"Thank you."

Strange said subconsciously, and then raised his hand to take the apple.

When he raised his hand, he also observed his arms. His left arm was fine, no different from his original arm, but his right arm was strange. For some reason, it was an arm made of pure metal.

"What's wrong with my right hand?" Strange was a little confused when he saw this scene: "Is this a prosthesis?"

"I have good news and bad news now, 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 that your arms are healed." Fang Mo pointed at Strange's arms: "The left arm is completely healed, and the right arm... Although it is made of metal, it is not a prosthesis. It has a sense of touch and retains the strength of metal. It can easily penetrate any woman or a high-temperature oil pan. I would like to call it the ruthless iron hand."

"But why did it become metal?"

Strange asked puzzled: "Normally, if it can be cured, both arms should be restored to their original state, right?"

"Because I cured most of your arm defects, but I kept a part."

Fang Mo stood with his hands behind his back, and explained with a slightly arrogant tone: "I think only if you keep a part of your arm defect, you will know that you have been hurt by the black wizard."

"You mean... did you deliberately keep this defect?"

Strange's eyes widened instantly.

"I left a part during the treatment." Fang Mo explained simply, not thinking that there was anything wrong with him at all.

"Did you do it on purpose or accidentally?" Strange asked with all his strength.

"Of course it was intentional!"

Fang Mo said confidently.

"You bastard!" Strange's fists creaked after hearing this, and he subconsciously wanted to stand up from the bed, but it was not until then that he suddenly realized that his legs had no feeling, so he immediately asked: "Wait, what's wrong with my legs?"

"That's the bad news."

Fang Mo spread his hands: "Although you have regained your arms, the price is... you are paralyzed."

"I..."

After hearing this, Strange's facial expression changed several times in a row, shock, anger, complexity, his shoulders couldn't help shaking, and it took a long time before they slowly stopped.

And he was silent for a long time.

Finally, Strange couldn't help but speak: "You said you would help me heal my arm, but now you paralyzed my legs..."

"No, I did heal your arm."

Fang Mo said naturally: "Healing the legs is another matter, and it has nothing to do with the arms. Just tell me whether your arms have been healed or not?"

"..."

Strange was speechless.

"In fact, your current result is already good."

Just when Strange was silent, Fang Mo spoke again; "Do you think I deliberately made you like this? The appearance you see now is actually the appearance after I tried to repair you several times. Do you know what you looked like when you just fainted?"

"What did you look like?"

Strange looked at Fang Mo and asked.

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

"Really?"

Strange looked incredulous.

"If you don't believe me, you can go to the waste bin and see for yourself. The legs are still warm." Fang Mo said, "Of course, in addition to this, you also experienced strange situations such as long and short arms and three arms. Fortunately, I used both medical skills and magic to barely pull you back from the edge of the monster."

"...Okay."

After hearing what Fang Mo said, although Strange was very helpless, he seemed to have to nod and admit it: "So the problem with my legs is not caused by you... but by the dark magic of Sargeras?"

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

Fang Mo 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 the Ancient One should investigate this matter."

"But my legs..."

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

"For your legs, I have two solutions here." Fang Mo said: "One is that I can cast a restoration magic on you, so that you can lose your arms again, but you can walk."

"I can no longer accept the days of losing my arms."

Strange shook his head and said: "Let's talk about another way..."

"Here, this is it."

After hearing what Strange said, Fang Mo pulled out a golden wheelchair like a magic trick: "I originally prepared this for Professor X, and now it's cheaper for you."

"Is this your solution?"

When Strange saw this scene, he couldn't help but ask: "A wheelchair? Isn't there a more magical way? For example, let me walk with magic..."

"This is no ordinary wheelchair."

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

"Magic gold?"

Strange muttered in confusion.

"Molten gold, a special kind of gold only found in hell." Fang Mo introduced Strange to science: "Look at this pulley, it's made of pure cobalt blue metal, and it also strengthens red stone for you, and This wheelchair skeleton has been enchanted with loyalty, bursting chorus fruit, and soul binding. Do you know what this means?"

"Mean...what?"

Strange asked a little confused.

"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 at the moment he was sitting in a wheelchair.

The wheelchair suddenly lit up, and countless runes flowed from everywhere. The frame, cushions, and everything of the entire wheelchair were constantly being adjusted. Strange felt like he was not sitting in a wheelchair, but like Like sinking into a comfortable sofa.

It was obvious that the wheelchair was 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..."

When Strange saw this scene, he couldn't help but sigh: "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. I still 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 is self……"

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 a suit walked into the operating room, he immediately talked to Fang Mo: "We are government members. We have something to talk to you about... huh?"

Halfway through, the two seemed to notice 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."

Fang Mo knew the general purpose of the two people in front of him. At this moment, he first showed a smile, and then walked over and patted Strange on the shoulder: "This is my best friend Mr. Stephen. He knows astronomy..."

"Paralysis of the lower limbs."

Thank you for your concern. My fever has gone down and I am indeed still very weak, but I am no longer in serious trouble.