"His condition was very bad. Aside from the risk of infection from all those messy wires he put inside his body, he was already old. His body recovered far more slowly than a young person's. After an injury, there was a high risk of lasting complications. Even if he survived the infection and inflammation, his bodily functions had already suffered severe damage. I suggest you ask whether he has any final wishes..."
Stark slammed a fist against the table. The violent bang startled Strange. The notoriously sharp-tongued Doctor said, "You'd better make sure your consultation fee is worthy of that temper."
"I'm sure your courage is worthy of my fists," Schiller told Strange.
Stark looked at Obadiah lying on the operating table. His pupils had already begun to lose focus. An overwhelming emotion gripped Stark, and he could not understand why Obadiah had done this.
"I always wanted to prove to Howard that the biotechnology path I proposed was far from worthless. It could give people enough strength that even if their bodies had aged beyond recognition, they could still control powered armor perfectly through physical strength alone..."
"But you're about to die!" Stark snapped. "What could possibly be more important than your life?!"
"Howard died before I did..."
Stark was speechless. Then he heard Obadiah say with something like a sigh, "Served him right for dying so early. What a shame he died so early..."
A complicated emotion rose in Stark's heart. He knew that Obadiah and Howard's relationship had never been the flawless partnership people imagined.
When you walked alongside an unparalleled genius, few people could avoid feeling jealous. Perhaps Obadiah had once wanted to prove that he could make it without Howard.
Unfortunately, once Howard was truly gone, Obadiah no longer knew who he was supposed to