Chapter 53 - 52
Chapter 53: Chapter 52
Tony was very sick, and it showed that when someone courts death, nothing can stop them. If he hadn't replaced the powerful reactor after eating the golden apple, he wouldn't have suffered so much.
During Tony's surgery, Fang Mo operated on him without using anesthesia. He used a special tool called the Hellish Cleaver to cut wherever he needed to, removing any palladium deposits he found. Tony was in so much pain though he couldn't speak or move easily.
Finally, Dr. Ho Yinsen couldn't stand it anymore and gave Tony anesthesia to put him to sleep. The surgery took over two hours, and Fang Mo used special potions to help with the healing. Dr. Ho Yinsen provided support by telling Fang Mo about the parts he was cutting. Together, their medical and magical skills saved Tony from death's door.
"After doing the autopsy, I have the results," Fang Mo calmly told the others, wiping the blood off his body. "The cause of death was the autopsy itself."
Nick Fury couldn't help but smirk and said, "So you knew you were doing an autopsy? I thought you genuinely believed you were doing surgery."
"You don't understand. This is the deep and powerful magic art of Medicine," Fang Mo replied, showing a bottle of regeneration potion. "Do you know what this is?"
"A potion that can heal the body?" Nick Fury guessed.
"This is the legendary Potion that can even poison and harm Gods," Fang Mo said plainly. "Drink it in the morning, lie in the Coffin in the afternoon, and go straight to the Crematorium at night. Three sips of this potion, and you're guaranteed to die."
"Don't try to fool me," Nick Fury replied. "I may have lost an eye, but I'm not blind. You used this potion to save Tony's life earlier. Now you're saying it's a poison? Do you really think I'll believe you?"
"In my homeland, there's a famous potion maker called Cuttlefish. We have a saying that all medicine is a little bit poisonous," Fang Mo explained. "You see, Tony was already poisoned by palladium. So using a little bit of poison to counteract it makes sense, right? And the result proves it. Palladium poison was no match for our Cuttlefish Potions. Tony was saved."
"I've never heard anything like this before," Nick Fury said, used to Fang Mo's strange ways and often hearing things he couldn't understand. He asked directly, "But I'm curious about this potion of yours. Can you give me some?"
"It's $9.9 billion per bottle," Fang Mo quickly replied.
"You know alchemy, so why do you need money?" Nick Fury asked, unable to hold back.
"Alchemy is just for show, to prove that none of you are as rich as I am," Fang Mo remarked. "But lately, I've developed a new hobby... making money off people."
"We don't even have $9.9 billion in all of S.H.I.E.L.D.," Nick Fury stated. "Even the gold you gave me was used for our agents' expenses. Honestly, S.H.I.E.L.D. is not as rich as you think."
"Then let's make a trade. Give me the Tesseract," Fang Mo proposed. "I know it's precious to you. I just want to... hehe, play with it a little... Oops! Why did I say something so outrageous?"
"You want the Tesseract?" Nick Fury became cautious. "What do you want to do with it?"
"I just want to study it out of curiosity," Fang Mo replied. "Don't treat it like a precious treasure. It originally belonged to Asgard, but they're ignoring it now. I just want to borrow it and study it. If you don't want to lend it to me, I can return it to Odin, and then I'll go to Asgard to study it in the same way."
"...I'll take you to see the Tesseract in a few days," Nick Fury said after thinking for a moment.
"That's settled," Fang Mo smiled. "Just trust me. We've known each other for a long time. When have I ever tricked you?"
"What about Tony?" Nick Fury changed the subject, not wanting to discuss the Tesseract in detail with others present. "Has he recovered from the danger?"
"Yes," Fang Mo nodded. "He has been completely healed."
"That's quite a transformation," Nick Fury said, rubbing his temples with a headache. "I've seen many strange things in my career as an agent, but you've truly invoked a miracle. Today, I've seen it all."
"Well... indeed..." Dr. Ho Yinsen couldn't help but agree. "Fang Mo's recent actions have been... well, beyond anything we've seen in medicine."
"We from the mysterious side only care about the results," Fang Mo confidently stated. "The process doesn't matter as long as the person is alive and well."
While they were talking, Pepper suddenly exclaimed, "Um, Tony seems to be waking up..."
Everyone turned their heads towards the hospital bed. Tony Stark slowly opened his eyes.
"You're awake?" Fang Mo approached with a smile. "The surgery was successful. Congratulations, you're now a girl."
"?" Tony was confused by the comment.
But then Pepper hugged him tightly. "Tony, thank goodness. They really cured you!"
"I... I'm still alive?" Tony realized as Pepper embraced him. "I've been saved?"
"Of course, with the help of the amazing doctor, we can cure anything... Oops, sorry, I got the lines mixed up. What I mean is, I've been practicing medicine of Moon Pathways for decades. I can cure minor illnesses in minutes. Don't worry, the new you is completely healed," Fang Mo said, imitating the voice of an old wise man.
'Physically healed, but mentally...,' Dr. Ho Yinsen thought to himself.
"A minor illness?" Tony had just woken up and was still feeling a bit confused from the anesthesia. He said, "Palladium poisoning is a terminal illness, complete organ failure..."
"Don't worry, I removed all your diseased tissues," Fang Mo pointed to the ground. "Look, all the stuff on the floor is what I removed from your body. Removing the damaged organs is like cutting chives. Once you cut some, more grows back. But now you're cured."
"I..." Tony looked at the ground and was shocked. "What the heck is all this on the floor?!"
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