My double is steve

After thanking him, Strange soon followed Fang Mo to a room.

"Okay, we'll treat you here." Fang Mo said, turning around and closing the door, and locked another lock by the way: "Get ready."

"Is it here?"

Strange glanced at the room, it was empty like a dojo for cultivation, there were only two futons on the floor for meditation, not even a bed: "Isn't it a little too simple?"

"Ah...you have a point in saying that."

Hearing what Strange said, Fang Mo also nodded belatedly: "I can't let you lie on the ground, wait a moment."

As he said that, Fang Mo's thoughts moved.

His stand-in Steve slowly emerged from behind, walked to the center of the room, then took out two iron blocks from his backpack and threw them on the ground: "Okay, it's done."

"Well……"

Seeing the silver metal block in the middle of the room, Strange also seemed to be stunned: "Wait, what is this?"

"Anatomy...the operating table."

Fang Mo's face showed a reasonable expression: "I promised you, I will definitely find a way to get you back on the operating table, then now is the time to fulfill your wish, and lie down."

"Sorry to reiterate, when I said I want to get back on the operating table ... I mean get back to my job as a surgeon, I want to be a doctor, not a patient."

Strange couldn't help explaining: "Also, yours isn't an operating table at all, is it? It's just a solid metal platform. I think it's more like an anvil, or an industrial forging bed. You Can't you get a real operating table? At least like a real doctor..."

"You don't have many arms, but you're forced to do a lot."

After hearing Strange's proposal, Fang Mo couldn't help but complain.

But anyway, Fang Mo is also a well-known genius doctor with a fatherly heart, and of course he is very willing to consider patients.

"Well, so be it."

Fang Mo thought for a while, and then said: "If you think the treatment conditions at Karma Taj are not good, I know a private hospital in New York, and I can take you there for treatment."

"Which hospital?"

Upon hearing that, Strange immediately asked, "Could it be that kind of black clinic? It's the kind of small place that treats gunshot wounds of gangsters and helps with abortion all day long..."

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

Fang Mo shook his head directly and said, "Do you know Tony Stark? The richest man in the world, Iron Man, he almost died of acute palladium poisoning before, and that's where the operation was performed."

"Well, it sounds more or less reliable."

When Strange heard this, he reluctantly nodded. There must be no problem with the place where Iron Man has undergone surgery, right? So he asked, "Then when shall we leave?"

"Let's go now."

While talking, Fang Mo reopened the door, and then walked in one direction: "Anyway, come with me, go to New York first."

Strange nodded, and then followed Fang Mo's footsteps.

Although Fang Mo can also draw portals, as I said earlier, his spell compatibility with Karma Taj's is not very high, so the appearance and accuracy of this portal are also in a mess.

This time he did not choose to use the portal to go to New York, but walked twice in Karma Taj's ashram, followed the transmission mechanism connecting the three temples, and came directly to the New York Temple one step ahead.

Yes, after more than half a month of repairs.

At present, these mages have rebuilt the three temples.

After arriving at the New York Temple, Fang Mo directly opened the door and walked out. When Strange saw the streets of New York outside, he froze in place.

"This...New York?"

Seeing the familiar scenery around him, Strange said in disbelief: "When did we come back? I thought we were going to fly..."

"The people on our magic side are like this, just open the door wherever you want and you're done."

Fang Mo said: "Only you people on the technology side will spend a lot of money to fly, and then have to risk the plane crash... Well, if you think about it this way, the science and technology party is really evil, after all, if there is no plane , the Twin Towers won’t be bombed back then, right?”

"Although you are not from the Magnesium country, please don't make jokes about such things." Strange couldn't help but said: "Those dead deserve to be respected."

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

Fang Mo also said seriously: "I just sincerely hope that the tragedy of that year will not happen. After all, my uncle also died in that accident."

"Uh, sorry..."

Strange subconsciously apologized when he heard the words.

However, in the next second, he saw Fang Mo suddenly showing a cheap smile: "Hey, after all, my uncle was the best pilot in the Middle East..."

"???"

Strange fell silent immediately.

It was the first time he met such a cheap guy in his life.

To be reasonable, if it was changed to before, Strange would definitely have a scolding fight with the other party for this, after all, his mouth is quite poisonous, but it is a pity that now he has no arms, while the other party has the ability to heal My only hope, this is simply controlling myself to death.

Now he understood a little bit why his former patients were so humble to him.

Fortunately, Fang Mo didn't intend to continue to make things difficult for him. While talking at the moment, he stopped a taxi and drove towards Yisen Hospital.

Fang Mo didn't actually have Ethan's phone number.

But just like Stark has the artificial intelligence Jarvis.

He also has his own means, which is the supreme wisdom of the leader of the Cree civilization.

In front of the taxi driver, Fang Mo took out a large cyberpunk-style sword from behind, and then stabbed it into his mobile phone.

"Contact me Ethan at Ethan Hospital."

Under the shocked gaze of the two, Fang Mo gave orders to the Sword of Wisdom: "Just say that I am Fang Mo, and I am going to take a patient there for treatment in a while, and ask him to free up an operating room for me."

Maybe it was frightened by Fang Mo's actions.

The taxi driver drove extremely fast and arrived at the destination in less than ten minutes.

Fang Mo led Strange into this private hospital with ease, and soon saw Ethan in the original operating room. At this moment, he had already put on a surgical gown and waited for a long time.

"Yo, Ethan, long time no see."

Seeing the other party, Fang Mo also greeted with a smile: "How are you doing recently, is everything going well?"

"Thanks to you, everything is going well so far."

Ethan also smiled when he saw this, but then he turned his attention to Fang Mo: "This is the patient, right? What you want to treat is his arms... Wait, he is Strand. Doctor Strange?"

"It seems that I am quite famous."

Strange also looked up at Ethan, nodded and said.

"You are the most famous surgeon in New York City." Ethan said immediately: "I also heard about you at the beginning, but unfortunately I couldn't do anything about it, but I didn't expect that you could find Fang Mo to treat your illness. A... er, good thing?"

"Why does your tone sound a little hesitant?"

Strange frowned upon hearing this.

"It's because you think too much." The person who spoke this time was Fang Mo, who waved his hand and said, "Okay, lie down on the operating table first, and I will start to think of ways to help you treat, Yi Sen, help me, get two local anesthetics first."

"……OK."

Ethan glanced at Strange with pity, then turned around to help prepare the potion.

When Strange saw Ethan's actions, he felt a little strange to be honest, but considering that this is a formally operated hospital after all, he had no choice but to suppress his doubts and lay down on the operating table.

And he just lay down here.

Fang Mo suddenly pulled out a giant blade as thick as a door panel.

"Wait, you are..."

Strange was also stunned when he saw this.

"Oh, this is my special Mayuling scalpel." Fang Mo explained briefly, and then took a syringe from Ethan: "I'll give you an anesthetic first, bear with it."

"you……"

Strange opened his mouth, but before he finished speaking, Fang Mo suddenly inserted the needle into his leg hard, and then injected all the anesthetic in one breath.

Just hitting one is not enough.

Fang Mo quickly took another anesthetic and stuck it on Strange's other leg.

"OK, both legs have been successfully anesthetized."

After finishing all this, Fang Mo casually threw the syringe on the ground: "Now you won't be able to run away, and I can start working boldly with confidence."

Speaking of which.

Fang Mo has already raised the Mayuling scalpel.

"Did you use the anesthetic for this?" Strange was already sweating when he saw this, "Wait a minute, where's your sickle before? If you can't, use that first..."

"Are you teaching me how to heal?"

Fang Mo raised his eyebrows, and before Strange could speak, he yelled to himself: "Blood sacrifice to the blood god, skull to the skull seat!"

"NO!!!"

Strange cried out in despair, but Fang Mo didn't care about him at all, and cut off a large piece of his left shoulder with a single knife.

"Doctor Ethan, save me!"

Under the pain, Strange could only ask others for help.

However, Ethan didn't pay attention to him at all, just turned and left silently, and then walked back pushing a large trash can not long after.

"These organizations that fell on the ground should be useless, right?"

I saw Ethan leaning over to pick up a piece of tissue, and then asked Fang Mo; "Is the process the same as Stark's at that time?"

"Well, please help me throw it away."

Fang Mo nodded, and then continued to perform the surgery.

"This is not an operation at all!" Strange was in so much pain that he gritted his teeth and shouted, "Can you tell me what the purpose of doing this is? To stimulate the ability of cells to recombine and regenerate? ...just simply beating me up?"

"I've been working hard to heal you, but I just cut you off and started crying..."

Fang Mo sighed helplessly: "Hey Mondo thinks you are a big bitch."

"Doctor Strange, please bear with me a little longer."

Ethan next to him also said when he saw this: "Stark was much scarier than you when he was knifed back then. Did you see the trash can in my hand? I filled six buckets of such a big trash can at that time, and it was full of His tissue was dead, but he was a man of steel, and he didn't make a sound the whole time."

"ha?"

Strange frowned profusely with sweat: "Six barrels of human tissue? He doesn't have as much as six barrels, does he?"

"So this is the mystery of magic."

Ethan spread his hands and said.

"I……"

When Strange heard this, he seemed to want to say something, but just as he opened his mouth, Fang Mo suddenly said: "Huh? What is this thing about?"

"Forget it, cut it off and try first."

Speaking of this, Fang Mo directly swung down the huge Mayuling knife.

But Strange only felt a burst of severe pain, and his whole consciousness was instantly plunged into darkness.

"Well?"

Ethan, who was not far away, seemed to be stunned when he saw this scene, and then he turned his head and reminded Fang Mo: "Well, Mr. Fang Mo, Doctor Strange seems to have passed out."

"This willpower is really bad."

Seeing that the other party was unconscious, Fang Mo frowned in displeasure, but soon a clever plan flashed through his mind: "Well, yes, forget it, let him pass out, let's continue the operation... ..."

...

Much the same as Stark was at the time.

The operation performed by Fang Mo lasted for almost two hours.

It's just that compared to the beginning, Fang Mo now has a lot more ways to heal others, so he doesn't need to consume regeneration potions anymore.

After lying on the hospital bed for about half an hour, Strange woke up quickly, and his first reaction after waking up was to look at his arms immediately. The whole person was stunned, because he really had two extra arms. Although the right arm looked a bit abnormal, he was extremely excited to regain both arms.

But in the next second, Strange felt a little stunned as if he suddenly felt something.

Because he suddenly couldn't feel his legs.