"What the hell are all these Ghost-level things on the floor!?"
Stark was clearly terrified. If Pepper had not forcibly held him down, he probably would have rolled straight off the bed.
"I told you, they were your lesions."
Fang Mo did not really care. He had personally cut all these things out, so of course he was not afraid of them.
"Honestly, I can barely tell whether I'm dead or alive anymore..." Stark had indeed suffered a tremendous shock. The terrifying memories of Fang Mo operating on him were gradually resurfacing. Cold sweat covered his body, and he began gasping instinctively. "Am I... already in the Nether?"
"Tony, I'm here."
Pepper lifted Stark's face and softly comforted him. "You're not dead. They saved you. The process was terrifying, but you were saved. You're alive, Tony."
"That's right, Tony."
Yinsen stepped forward from the side as well. "Fang Mo saved you again, and I was fortunate enough to witness the... uh, wonders of Witchcraft again."
"I... am alive?"
After hearing their reassurance, Stark finally began to calm down.
Yes, he was gradually remembering. He had wanted to test an upgraded Arc Reactor, only to accidentally trigger acute Palladium poisoning. Everyone had tried treating him, but nothing worked. Then Fang Mo had appeared from who knew where, carrying a blade as large as a door panel and starting surgery on him.
But the surgery had been far too painful. It had been like descending into the Nether.
Even now, merely thinking about the procedure made Stark tremble all over. Despite the scorching weather, he was drenched in cold sweat, with icy hands and feet.
Especially when he saw that enormous pile of "lesions" on the floor. Honestly, Stark did not even want to think about what had happened before. Yet the