Maybe You Should Still Send Me to the Hospital!

Tony Stark finally came to his senses and whipped his head around to look at Chen Mo, who had remained calmly standing to one side, watching him howl and make a fool of himself.

"Dad! You cured me?!"

Suppressing his amusement, Chen Mo stared expressionlessly at the bewildered Tony Stark and said coldly,

"Does your heart still hurt?"

Remembering his exaggerated reaction just now, Tony Stark shrank his neck and said softly,

"N-No, it doesn't hurt anymore!"

Chen Mo remained impassive as he asked in an icy voice,

"Do you still want telekinesis?"

"No..."

Tony Stark instinctively started to shake his head, but then quickly caught on. His eyes lit up as he looked at Chen Mo and nodded vigorously.

"Yes! Yes! Yes!"

This telekinesis could not only move objects with thought, but also perform such an incredibly difficult operation, controlling the shrapnel inside his body and moving it directly through his blood vessels to his arm without damaging the vessel walls in the slightest. Even the world's top surgeons could not achieve such precise control!

This showed just how incredibly precise telekinetic control could be, making it even more tempting to Tony Stark!

Ordinary object-moving ability was merely equivalent to having several assistants. It was convenient, sure, but not indispensable.

But this incomparably precise ability to control objects required instruments and equipment to achieve. Even then, because of the limitations of such equipment, many things that had previously been impossible could be accomplished through telekinesis. To a genius scientist like him, it was simply a dream ability!

Seeing Tony Stark's eyes shining, Chen Mo could not help but find it amusing and stopped scaring him.

Glancing at the large hole in Tony Stark's chest, Chen Mo took a syringe from his storage space. As he injected Tony Stark, he