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

"Oh, are you awake?" Strange turned to look, but found that Fang Mo had just peeled an apple. At this moment, he smiled and handed it over: "Do you want to eat apples?"

"Thank you." Strange said subconsciously, 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 turned out to be an arm made of pure metal.

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

"I have good news and bad news now. Which one do you listen to first?" asked Feng Fang Mo.

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

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

"But why does it turn into metal?" Strange asked puzzledly: "Unormally, if it can be cured, both arms should be restored to their original state, right?"

"Because I have cured most of your arm's incompleteness, but I have retained some." Fang Mo stood with his hands behind his back, and explained proudly in his tone: "I think only by retaining some of your arm's incompleteness can you know that you have been hurt by the black mage."

"You mean... you deliberately preserved this incompleteness?" Strangch's eyes widened in an instant.

"I left some of it during the treatment process." Fang Mo explained briefly, not thinking there was anything wrong with him.

"Did you do it on purpose or accidentally?" Strange asked with a forced intent.

"Of course it was intentional!" Fang Mo said with confidence.

"You guy!" Strange heard the squeaking sound of his fists, and subconsciously wanted to stand up from the bed, but it was not until then that he suddenly realized that his legs were not conscious, so he immediately asked, "Wait, what's going on with my legs?"

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

"I..." After hearing this, the expression on Strange's face changed several times, shocked, angry, complicated, and his shoulders couldn't help but tremble. It took a long time to slowly stop.

And after being silent for a long time, Strange finally couldn't help but speak: "You said you would help me heal my arms, but now I've been paralyzed from my legs..."

"No, I did help you cure your arms." Fang Mo said naturally: "Treat legs is another matter. It's not close to your arms, so you just say that your arms are cured, right?"

"..." Strange was speechless and choked.

"Actually, your result is already calculated." And just as Strange was silent, Fang Mo also spoke again;

"Do you think I made you like this on purpose? What you see now is actually what I have tried to repair it several times. Do you know what you became when you fainted?"

"What has it become?" Strange asked, looking at Fang Mo.

"Seven-legged Guanyin, have you heard of Namo Black Silk Bodhisattva?" Fang Mo said directly: "I'm trying to recombinate the cells for you, but under the influence of Sargeras' magic, you have grown seven legs out..."

"Really?" Strange looked unbelievable.

"If you don't believe it, you can go to the waste bucket by yourself. The legs are still hot." Fang Mo said: "Of course, in addition to that, you have also experienced strange situations such as long and short hands, three hands. Fortunately, I used medical skills and spells together, so I barely pulled you back from the edge of the monster."

"...Okay." Although Strange was very helpless when he heard Fang Mo's statement, he seemed to have to nod and recognize him: "So the problem with my legs was not caused by you... but by Sargeras's dark magic?"

"Yes, why do I persecut you for nothing?" Feng Fang Mo nodded immediately: "All the suffering you suffered was actually brought to you by the evil Titan Sagelas. 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 use restore magic on you to make you lose your arms again, but you can walk with the opposite side."

"I can no longer accept the days of losing my arms." Strange shook his head when he heard this: "Let's talk about another way..."

"Here, that's it." When Shin heard Strange's statement, Fang Mo unleashed a golden wheelchair like magic from somewhere: "This was originally prepared for Professor X, and now it's a bargain."

"Is this your solution?" Strange couldn't help asking when he saw this scene: "A wheelchair? Is there no more magical way? For example, let me walk with magic or something..."

"This is not an ordinary wheelchair." Fang Mo smiled and said, "This is a magical golden wheelchair!"

"Magic Gold?" Strange said in confusion.

"Molten gold, a special gold that only hell has." Fang Mo popularized Strange: "Look at this wheel, made of pure cobalt blue metal, it also strengthens redstone and the skeleton of this wheelchair. I enchant you the loyalty, the burst purple song fruit, and the soul binding. Do you know what this means?"

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! "What does it mean?" Strange asked in a daze.

"It means this will be a legendary magic prop, I call it a magic float wheelchair." Fang Mo said this and walked up to help Strange up: "Come on, come on, you can try it first." Strange originally wanted to refuse, but Fang Mo had already picked him up, so he had to cooperate in sitting in the wheelchair.

And just as he sat in a wheelchair, the wheelchair suddenly lit up, and countless runes flowed from everywhere, and the frame, cushion, and everything in the entire wheelchair were constantly adjusting. Strange felt that he was not like he was sitting in a wheelchair, but rather like he was trapped in a comfortable sofa.

It is obvious that this wheelchair is changing its structure, actively adapting to Strange's body.

And Strange thought about it, and the thing actually started to move forward, backward, and turn, as if it was an extension of his own limbs.

"This thing..." Strange couldn't help but sigh when he saw this scene: "It seems to be really good..."

"What I took out must be a fine product." Seeing Strange's expression, Fang Mo also laughed: "Okay, it's time for us to go back to Kamataj. I have to find a way to help you find a magical herb. Only that thing suppresses the evil fire of Sargeras in your body..."

"What is it?" Strange asked.

"It's me..." But just as Fang Mo was about to answer him, the door was suddenly pushed open, and Ethan, who looked worried, led two men in suits in.

"Are you Mr. Fang Mo?" After the man in the suit walked into the operating room, he immediately said to Fang Mo: "We are government members, and I want to talk to you about something... Hum?" Halfway through, 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 it to you." Feng Fang Mo knew the general purpose of the two people in front of him. At this moment, he smiled first, then walked over and patted Strange on the shoulder: "This is my close friend Mr. Stephen, he knows astronomy..."
Chapter completed!