In the firelight, Stark's face was haggard. He was utterly desperate. He had survived, but was he really going to spend the rest of his life carrying around a car battery?
Yinsen comforted Stark from the side. "Mr. Stark, I'm truly sorry. I'm only a physicist, and there was really no way to remove those shrapnel fragments. This was the only method I could come up with."
Stark clutched his head in agony. Though there was some complaint in his voice, gratitude outweighed it. "Buddy, I have to thank you for saving my life!" As he spoke, he looked at the car battery between his legs with extreme disgust. "Your method is really very... physicist."
Stark stared at the furnace before him and muttered, "Before I came to this damned place, I had just made an interesting friend. That guy's a bastard, and he has a foul mouth. I still remember him warning me that Afghanistan was a dangerous place."
Stark covered his face with both hands, leaving only his eyes exposed. He said in despair, "If he finds out I have to rely on a car battery to survive, I can't even imagine what he'll say."
He then imitated Alvin's tone. "Oh~ Mr. Stark, is this the latest fashion for a genius inventor? Does your heartbeat need to be charged with a car battery?"
Yinsen burst out laughing. He found it very interesting. The person Stark was talking about had to be an extraordinary man, because he had actually managed to become friends with Stark—and Stark was even a little afraid of him.
Yinsen comforted Stark. "Perhaps your friend is already on his way to rescue you."
Stark glanced at Yinsen and said sadly, "That's exactly what worries me. Given the choice between death and being mocked by that