It turned out that Stark really was at death's door.
And what he was going through right now proved one thing: when someone was determined to get themselves killed, no one could stop them.
If he hadn't gone and swapped in that high-output Arc Reactor after eating the Golden Apple, he definitely wouldn't have had to suffer this much, right?
Fang Mo hadn't even used anesthetic when he operated on him. The guy had wielded the Manyullyn Cleaver and cut whatever he found—organs, bones, anything. Wherever there was Palladium buildup, he cut. Anyone else might have screamed themselves hoarse from the pain, but Stark's poisoning ran far too deep. Forget crying out in pain; even moving his eyes was incredibly difficult.
In the end, Yinsen simply couldn't bear to watch any longer and gave Stark an anesthetic injection, slowly putting him to sleep.
The entire operation lasted a little over two hours.
During that time, Fang Mo used three bottles of Regeneration Potion and one Potion of Instant Health.
Yinsen, meanwhile, provided some technical assistance, such as telling Fang Mo what the things he was cutting were called and what functions they served.
In short, with medicine and wizardry working together, they somehow dragged Stark back from the edge of death.
"Alright, the autopsy results are in."
After the operation, Fang Mo calmly wiped the blood from himself, turned to the others, and said, "Cause of death: autopsy."
"You know you were performing an autopsy?"
Even Nick Fury, the King of Agents, was barely holding it together. "I thought you genuinely believed you were performing surgery..."
"What the hell do you know? This is the profound and extensive art of Chinese medicine."
As Fang Mo spoke, he took out a Regeneration Potion. "Do you know what this is?"
"A wizard