What Color Powered Armor Do You Like?

Tony had never told anyone about the shrapnel in his body being held in place by the device in his chest.

The only person who knew was Pepper.

But Pepper clearly could not have told Xu Mo about it.

So how had Xu Mo found out?

Tony widened his eyes and scanned the room.

"God, did you secretly install a bug or camera in my room?"

"That's not something a good citizen should do!"

After looking around and finding nothing, Tony returned to Xu Mo.

"JARVIS, check whether there are any networked surveillance devices in the villa!"

"Right away, sir!"

Less than a minute later, JARVIS's electronic voice rang out in the room again.

"Sir, no surveillance devices have currently been detected in the villa!"

Xu Mo sat on the sofa, watching Tony's flustered expression with a faint smile.

"Relax. I don't have that kind of perverted hobby. I'm not the least bit interested in what you do in your room!"

"The reason I know about the shrapnel is because of this ability of mine!"

As he spoke, Xu Mo lightly waved his right hand.

The knives and forks in the nearby kitchen abruptly flew over under the influence of Psychic Force, eventually stopping in midair between them and slowly rotating.

This was the explanation he had prepared long ago.

The reason he had deliberately created the illusion that he could only control metal was to leave himself a trump card.

That way, even if it was exposed, with Magneto as a precedent, people would readily accept that he could only control metal without any suspicion.

Maybe that would save his life someday.

"What the fuck!!"

Seeing this, Tony's expression became even more exaggerated than before.

"A Mutant?"

"Magneto?"

"Are you Eric's illegitimate son?"

"Tony, if you don't watch your mouth, I can't guarantee those knives and forks won't end up in it next!"

Xu Mo glared at him irritably.

"Sorry, I... I was just too excited!"

Only after a long while did Tony calm down.

After learning about the shrapnel in his blood, Tony had naturally considered how to remove it.

Conventional medicine had no way of doing so for the time being.

As for unconventional methods, Magneto had been the first person he thought of.

Two years ago, Old Wan's control over the Golden Gate Bridge had been etched clearly into every American's mind. The fact that he could control metal was practically common knowledge.

With that ability, he should have been able to easily remove the shrapnel from Tony's blood.

Unfortunately, that incident could be considered Magneto's final moment of glory.

Afterward, he was injected with Mutant serum and reduced to an ordinary old man.

Tony had also secretly sent people to search for Mutants with similar abilities, but they had never found any leads.

During this time, he had also discovered that because of the Arc Reactor in his chest, the palladium levels in his blood had exceeded the limit, and his body was already showing signs of palladium poisoning.

Although he had taken some measures.

If it continued like this.

Within three years, the Toxin would cause irreversible damage to him.

Xu Mo's ability let him see hope again.

After thinking for less than ten seconds, Tony let out a long breath.

"Fine, you win!"

"What color Powered Armor do you like?"

After the two had worked out the details regarding the Powered Armor.

Tony impatiently dragged Xu Mo to the medical room on the second floor of the villa.

After Xu Mo's negotiations.

Tony would not only make him a set of Powered Armor, but would also make Xu Mo one every time the armor was upgraded in the future.

Xu Mo glanced at the seven or eight doctors around them.

"I don't think you need to make such a big fuss. I have no intention of letting my secret leak out!"

Hearing this, Tony came to his senses as well.

Because of Magneto's wild antics, ordinary people now harbored some degree of rejection toward Mutants.

He could understand why Xu Mo did not want to expose his identity.

Tony, lying on the operating table, waved the doctors away.

He licked his dry lips, cracked from nervousness.

"Buddy, are you sure we don't need to go to the hospital? You can handle this here?"

Tony had originally planned to go to the hospital, so that if anything went wrong, there would still be room to salvage the situation.

But Xu Mo had insisted that any room would do.

That was why they had come to this medical room.

Xu Mo saw how nervous Tony was.

He could only offer a few words of reassurance.

"Don't worry. I wouldn't joke about something like this. It wouldn't matter if you died, but I can't have no one left to make my Powered Armor!"

"Even for the sake of my Powered Armor, I won't let anything happen to you!"

Tony curled his lip and gave Xu Mo a thumbs-up.

"You really know how to comfort people!"

Once only the two of them remained in the room.

Xu Mo got straight to work.

He first controlled the shrapnel, guiding it into a tiny blood vessel in Tony's arm that could barely contain it, then tied tourniquets on both sides.

With a thought, several tiny fragments shot out.

The entire process took less than a minute.

Even when Xu Mo controlled the pieces of shrapnel into Tony's hand, Tony still looked utterly dumbfounded.

"Keep these as a souvenir!"

Xu Mo opened the door and looked at the group of private doctors waiting outside.

"You can come in and help him stop the bleeding now!"

After saying that, his expression suddenly shifted. He stared at a familiar figure among the doctors, a teasing smile appearing on his face.

Tony looked at the shrapnel in his hand, disbelief still written across his face.

"That's... it?"

He touched his chest. The usual feeling of suffocation had vanished completely.

As the doctors rushed into the room.

Xu Mo turned and left directly.

Inside the medical room.

Tony looked at the doctors staring at him in confusion and shouted.

"Hurry up and bandage me!"

Seeing the tiny wound on Tony's arm, one of the doctors hurried forward, opened his medical kit, and began disinfecting it.

At that moment, one doctor standing nearby looked at the wound after the blood had been wiped away.

"Mr. Tony, this wound really needs to be bandaged as soon as possible!"

Hearing the tone in his voice, Tony's expression changed as he examined the shrapnel in his hand.

"What do you mean? Is it serious?"

The other doctors also looked over in confusion.

No matter how they looked at it, it was an ordinary minor wound. Although it had injured a vein, judging from its location and the amount of bleeding, it was only a superficial small vein. With the tourniquet in place.

It definitely did not count as a serious injury.

"You misunderstand. The wound isn't serious!"

The doctor beside him smiled.

"What I mean is, if you don't bandage it soon, the wound will heal!"

Hearing the obvious mockery in his words, Tony became somewhat embarrassed and angry.

"Which hospital are you from? I'm filing a complaint against you!"

"Of course. That is your right!"

The doctor who had finished bandaging him took out a business card and handed it to Tony.

"I'm currently a surgeon at Mount Sinai Hospital. You can call me Strange!"

With that, Strange walked outside.

As a somewhat renowned surgeon at Mount Sinai Hospital, he had been forced by the hospital director to cancel an important surgery and come here for a house call, only to discover that it was merely a wound-bandaging job that even an intern nurse could easily handle.

These people were simply wasting medical resources.