My Stand-in is Steve

  Chapter 466 This is Stephen, he...

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

   "Yo, are you awake?"

   Strange turned his head to look, only to find that Fang Mo had just peeled an apple, and now he handed it over with a smile: "Do you want an apple?"

"Thanks."

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

And when he raised his hand, he also observed his arms by the way. The left arm was fine, no different from his original arm, but the right arm was strange. For some reason, it turned out to be a piece of pure metal. arm.

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

   "I have good news and bad news now, which one do you hear first?"

   Fang Mo asked.

   "Uh..." Strange hesitated, "Listen to the good news first?"

"The good news is that your arm is healed." Fang Mo pointed to 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. , while retaining the strength of the metal, it can easily penetrate into any woman or high-temperature oil pan, I would like to call it a ruthless iron hand."

   "But why did it turn into metal?"

  Strange asked puzzledly: "Normally speaking, if it can be cured, both arms should return to their original shape, right?"

   "Because I cured most of your crippled arms, but kept a part."

  Fang Mo stood with his hands behind his back, and explained in a slightly proud tone: "I think only if you keep a part of your arm incomplete, can you know that you have been hurt by a black mage."

   "You mean...you deliberately kept this incomplete?"

   Strange's eyes widened instantly.

   "During the treatment, I left a part." Fang Mo explained simply, without feeling that there was anything wrong with him.

   "Did you do it on purpose or accidentally?" Strange asked with restraint.

   "Of course it was on purpose!"

  Fang Mo said confidently.

"You bastard!" Strange clenched his fists and subconsciously wanted to get up from the bed, but it was only then that he suddenly realized that his legs hadn't felt anything yet. So he immediately asked, "Wait, what happened to my legs?"

   "Here's the bad news."

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

"I…"

  After Strange finished listening, the expression on his face changed several times in a row, he was shocked, angry, and complicated. His shoulders couldn't help shaking, and it took a long time before he stopped slowly.

   And it was silent for a long time.

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

   "No, I did heal your arm."

  Fang Mo said with a natural expression: "Treatment of the legs is another matter, and it is not next to the arms, so you can say whether your arms are cured or not?"

   "..."

   Strange choked speechlessly.

   "Actually, you have already calculated the result so far."

And when Strange was silent, Fang Mo also spoke again; "Do you think I made you like this on purpose? What you see now is actually my effort to help you It has been repaired several times, do you know what it looked like when you passed out?"

   "What has become?"

   Strange glanced at Fang Mo and asked.

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

"real?"

   Strange had an unbelievable expression on his face.

"If you don't believe me, you can go to the waste bin to see for yourself. That leg is still hot." Fang Mo said, "Of course, in addition to this, you have also experienced strange situations such as long and short hands, and three hands. Fortunately, I used both medical skills and magic spells." , and this barely pulls you back from the brink of the monster."

"…All right."

Hearing Fang Mo's words, although Strange was very helpless, he seemed to be able to nod his head in recognition: "So the problem with my legs is not caused by you...but because of Sargeras' dark magic power ?”

   "Yeah, why am I persecuting you for nothing?"

Fang Mo nodded immediately: "All the suffering you suffered was actually brought to you by the evil titan Sargeras, and I don't know why he targeted you, but Gu Yi should investigate this matter .”

   "But my legs..."

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

   "For your legs, I currently have two solutions." Fang Mo said: "One of them is that I can cast restoration magic on you to make you lose your arms again, but you can walk instead."

   “I can no longer accept the loss of my arms.”

  Strange shook his head directly when he heard the words: "Let's talk about another way..."

   "Here, this is it."

  Hearing what Strange said, Fang Mo rolled out a golden wheelchair like magic out of nowhere: "I originally prepared this for Professor X, and now it's cheaper for you."

   "This is your solution?"

  Seeing this scene, Strange couldn't help asking: "A wheelchair? Isn't there a more magical way? For example, let me use magic to walk or something..."

   "This is no ordinary wheelchair."

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

   "Magic Gold?"

   Strange read a sentence in doubt.

"Molten gold, a special kind of gold that can only be found in hell." Fang Mo explained to Strange: "Look at this wheel, it's made of pure cobalt blue metal, and it also strengthens the red stone for you. This wheelchair skeleton, I have enchanted you with loyalty, bursting chorus fruit, and soul binding, do you know what this means?"

   "mean... what?"

   Strange asked a little confused.

"It means that this will be a legendary magic item, and I will call it the magic floating wheelchair." Having said this, Fang Mo walked up to Strange and helped Strange: "Come, come, anyway, 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 on the wheelchair.

   And the moment he sat in the wheelchair.

The wheelchair suddenly lit up, countless runes flowed from everywhere, the frame of the entire wheelchair, the cushion, and everything was constantly being adjusted. Strange didn't feel like he was sitting in a wheelchair, but rather Like sinking into a comfy sofa.

   It was obvious that the wheelchair was changing its own structure, actively adapting to Strange's body.

  Furthermore, with a thought in Strange's mind, this thing actually moved on its own, moving forward, backward, and turning, as if it were an extension of its own limbs.

   "This thing..."

  Seeing this scene, Strange couldn't help sighing: "It seems really good..."

"The things I took out must be high-quality goods." Seeing Strange's expression, Fang Mo also laughed: "Okay, it's time for us to go back to Karma Taj, and I have to find a way to help you." Looking for a magic herb, the only thing that suppresses the fel fire of Sargeras within you..."

   "What is it?"

   Strange asked a question.

"It is self…"

  But just when Fang Mo opened his mouth to answer him, the door was pushed open suddenly, and Ethan walked in with a worried face leading two men in suits.

   "You are Mr. Fang Mo?"

  After the man in the suit here entered the operating room, he immediately said to Fang Mo: "We are members of the government, and I want to talk to you about something... huh?"

   Halfway through the conversation, the two seemed to have noticed 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 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 extremities."

   Thank you for your concern. My fever has subsided. I am indeed still weak, but I am fine.

  (end of this chapter)