So How Many Degrees Fahrenheit Is 200 Degrees Celsius?

The healing spell could only save his two arms from imminent necrosis. His malnutrition and the atrophy in his thighs would have to be addressed gradually through his own care.

"All right, there's nothing seriously wrong. From now on, give him plenty of vitamins, meat, and calcium. Help him walk a little whenever you can. In a year or two, your lively son will be back to normal."

After moving Carrett to the bed, Lin Xu dusted off his hands and gave them a few casual instructions.

Then another thought occurred to him. Had he gone from mage to doctor? Strange had gone from doctor to mage!

Seeing that things had settled down for the moment, Logan turned and headed for the door.

"Where are you going?"

"I'm going to ask Stryker. This isn't what he told me!"

"On your own?"

"That's enough!"

"Walking there?"

Logan stopped, turned around, and looked at Lin Xu. "That circle from before. Open another one!"

What a reckless brute~

Relying on his Healing Factor, he had fought for more than a hundred years, starting with the Civil War, then World War I, World War II, and the Vietnam War. Yet he had no tactical sense at all, only fighting skills and recklessness.

"Those bones of yours—you weren't born with them, were you?"

"...Stryker did it to me."

"If he dared to modify you like that, do you really think he has no way to deal with you?"

Lin Xu remembered that Stryker had an Adamantium handgun loaded with Adamantium bullets. Heated Adamantium could damage ordinary Adamantium!

"..."

"Whatever happens, don't panic. The way to go is to think things through carefully."

After finally getting Logan to stay, Lin Xu looked at the elderly couple, who had remained at the bedside.

It looked like they might be having a simple meal of salad and bread or something later.

That wouldn't do!

Whatever else he neglected, he couldn't neglect his stomach.

Lin Xu went into the kitchen. On the counter were tomatoes that had been blanched and peeled, along with chunks of beef. It looked like Old Sam had been planning to make tomato beef stew, a dish people all over the world could get used to.

He rummaged through the freezer and refrigerator and took out a few cucumbers and two beef bones. He planned to make a cold cucumber salad, and as for the bones...

"Logan~ Come to the kitchen for a moment."

"What is it?"

"Your claws are sharp. Help me split these bones. I want some beef marrow."

Logan: "...??"

"I'm telling you, this stuff is really delicious, especially with a glass of wine..."

Snikt~ Snikt~

"Are there only two?"

"...There are more in the freezer. Get them yourself."

Without a word, Logan turned and opened the freezer door.

Snikt~ Snikt~ Snikt~ Snikt~

Then he stood in the doorway and refused to leave.

Lin Xu paid him no attention. He put the beef on to stew, then neatly arranged the beef bones, sprinkled them with salt, pepper, and chili flakes, added ginger slices, rubbed them with butter, wrapped them in foil, and put them in the oven.

Then Lin Xu looked at the oven and froze...

The temperature control clearly displayed ℉. Where had this antique oven come from? Why was it still in Fahrenheit?

"Speaking of which, how many degrees Fahrenheit is 200℃?"

After waiting a long time without an answer, Lin Xu turned around. "I'm asking you!"

Logan: "...Me? How would I know?"

"Have you wasted the last hundred-odd years of your life?"

Lin Xu was speechless. A North American who couldn't even convert temperatures.

As for himself?

He had used Celsius all his life, and soon after transmigrating, he had become a capitalist who had everything handed to him. Wasn't it perfectly normal that he couldn't convert temperatures?

He couldn't be careless when roasting beef marrow. The temperature had to be strictly controlled. Too low and it wouldn't be fragrant; too high and it would turn bitter. So he decided to ask Old Sam.

"Hey, what are you doing?"

"You know me! Who exactly are you?" Logan blocked the kitchen doorway with his not particularly tall frame, forcing himself not to extend his steel claws as he looked up at Lin Xu. "And you have more than one ability: teleportation, healing, and maybe even others I don't know about. You also stopped me from going after Stryker just now. Are you with Weapon X too?"

Only then did Lin Xu remember that he seemed to have let something slip. It was indeed suspicious for someone Logan had only just met to know he had lived for more than a hundred years.

"Are you stupid?" Lin Xu looked puzzled~

"If I worked for Stryker, would I have let you bring Carrett back? Wouldn't it have been easier to just close the portal as you stepped through? Besides, see what I'm wearing? Obviously, I'm a mage. Shouldn't a mage have lots of skills?"

After listening and thinking it over carefully, Logan decided that seemed to make sense. In the end, all he could say was, "I haven't wasted those hundred-odd years. At least I understood that Chinese insult you threw at me earlier..."

"Oh? A master of languages, are you? I..."

"Lin! Lin! He's awake!"

Just as Lin Xu was about to say something else, Sam came rushing over!

"Lin, Carrett's awake. Hurry and... ah~ Why are you in the kitchen? Sorry..."

"It's fine. Set the oven to 200 degrees Celsius. I'll go take a look first." Lin Xu was very interested in this mutant, who hadn't been mentioned in the original story. What kind of ability had made Stryker keep him suspended for so many years? Even Cyclops and the White Queen had merely been locked up!

"Okay!" Old Sam hurried over to the oven and set the temperature to 390℉.

Logan, who had deliberately slowed his pace, quietly committed it to memory. So 200 degrees Celsius was 390 degrees Fahrenheit. How should he tell Lin later?

Lin Xu: He really is an idiot.

In the bedroom, mother and son both had red eyes. They had clearly shed a few tears.

When Carrett saw Lin Xu enter, he struggled to get up, but Lin Xu pressed him back down.

"I heard you saved me. Thank you!" Carrett's voice was a little hoarse, but his speech was fairly clear, unlike someone who hadn't spoken in years.

"Ah, it was nothing. Tell me about yourself. What happened?"

"All right~"

As Carrett spoke, the story gradually came to light.

Carrett had originally been an ordinary Vancouver municipal employee, but starting in 1970, Canada's golden period of growth had passed, the economy had stagnated, and the government had begun laying people off on a large scale.

But Carrett seized an opportunity. Because he applied early, he transferred to a new department that nobody had high hopes for: the Environment Department.

No one had expected the powers of this new department, established in 1970 and officially inaugurated in 1971, to expand so quickly. Forestry, minerals, wildlife, water resources, electricity—the Environment Department could have a hand in them all.

As a result, in just one year, he became the Environment Department's supervisor for the Greater Vancouver Area.

He had wanted to bring his parents to live in the city, but the old couple were clearly attached to their old home. Carrett could only use his authority to have electricity connected from the Duke of Kaf Hydroelectric Station and a road built to their home.

Then one day, at the end of 1972, he began dating the daughter of a Vancouver councilor. As a man who had kept himself chaste, that was his first kiss.

Before the kiss even began, his excitement awakened the X-Gene in his body.

The villa collapsed, and his girlfriend was seriously injured.