Stark wanted to argue, but unfortunately, even moving his eyes was difficult for him right now. He could not speak at all.
That was not really his fault.
Fang Mo could be unbelievably infuriating sometimes.
Stark even wondered how, using the same twenty-six letters of the English alphabet, Fang Mo could arrange them into thousands upon thousands of aggravating remarks.
He considered himself fairly sharp-tongued at times, but compared to Fang Mo, he felt like a newborn baby while the other man was a Titan from mythology. There was simply no comparison.
Of course, Fang Mo was not about to tell him that it was all thanks to the Chinese Language Mod.
After all, the charm of Chinese was vast and profound. Who knew what bizarre things the mod had translated Fang Mo's words into? He could casually say a few sentences and make these Marvel characters furious enough to die.
"Mr. Fang Mo, Tony really needs your help."
Because Stark's condition was truly looking grim, Pepper was the first to lose her patience. She pleaded sincerely, "He values that damned Arc Reactor more than his own life, and his personality is terrible. He never listens to anyone else's advice. But at least as Tony's friend... just this once, please find a way to help him."
"I want to help him too."
Fang Mo spread his hands. "But this is a science-side problem. Why are you looking for a wizard instead of a doctor... should I perform some shamanic ritual to drive out evil? Just kill the Palladium devil inside him or something."
"Fang Mo, scientific methods can no longer save Tony."
This time, Yinsen spoke. He seemed to have finished adjusting the medical equipment, then turned to Fang Mo. "There is too much Palladium in Tony's body. Even his