"Don't S.H.I.E.L.D. covet Iron Armor?" Mike asked Coulson.
"As far as I know, no." Coulson shook his head.
"I don't believe it, this is not Black Egg's style." Mike curled his lips.
"Black Egg... it's really vivid. But I don't recommend you say that in front of Nick. I know you are very strong. But Nick is actually very small-minded, and he will not show it in person. Instead, he will write it down in a notebook and wear small shoes in the future..." Coulson almost lost his mind when he caught a glimpse of Mike's mobile phone interface.
"You're recording!"
"That's right." Mike smiled warmly, "What do you think will happen if you send the paragraph just now to Black Egg?"
"I don't want to know. Brother Mike, if you have anything to do in the future, just tell me, don't be polite. Being polite is the biggest insult to me." Coulson said solemnly, "Can the recording be deleted?"
"Yes, but not now. It depends on your performance in the future!" Mike put away the phone.
Coulson thought, "Devil, definitely Devil."
I also blame myself for getting carried away for a moment.
I want to bang my head on the steering wheel.
The thought of dying together came up again, stronger than before.
Coulson broke the jar, "Nick didn't even think about getting Iron Armor. He was eyeing Tony who made the suit."
A bunch of low-end players only focus on the eggs, but high-end players like Nick focus on the chickens that lay the eggs.
Good guy!
We changed the car and set off again, finally entering the underground parking lot of a super large shopping mall called "Good and More".
In the elevator, Coulson opened a hidden panel and entered the fifth floor of the four-story parking lot.
Fury turned around and saw Coulson coming in from the elevator, and Mike looking around like a bumpkin.
"As expected of S.H.I.E.L.D., it's just a trench. You don't feel bad about spending taxpayers' money, right?" Mike opened his mouth and threw a flying knife at Nick. Fury.
But Fury Who can be so arrogant and ticklish?
In terms of insidiousness and shamelessness, I have never lost.
Hearing that the special "assistant" was coming, Stark's medical team came out to watch.
The chief surgeon is Dr. Wu from China, a cardiac surgery expert and a friend of Stark.
The deputies are Donald, S.H.I.E.L.D., Dr. Helen Cho and Leo, Fitz who graduated from Harvard Medical School. They provide technical support for surgical instruments. Gemma Simmons is also there. She is responsible for detecting the vital signs of Stark during the operation.
As for other assistants, anesthetists, equipment nurses, and circulating nurses, they are all top personnel from Mayo Clinic.
"Hey, why isn't Curly Fu here? Can't you please come or can't you please come?" Mike looked at it curiously.
Didn't see it.
"Who is Curly Fu, where is the doctor?" Fury's face changed.
If there are top doctors but they are not invited, it is S.H.I.E.L.D.'s mistake.
"I just said it casually, it's not important..."
"No, this is very important."
"Uh, Stephen. Strange."
Mike As soon as he said this name, many people in the medical field present had surprised expressions on their faces, obviously they knew this person.
"It turned out that Doctor Strange was nicknamed "Curly Fu"."
"This person is super conceited and arrogant."
"He has the capital to be confident and is known as God's gift to the surgical community."
"Wait a minute, Doctor Strange specializes in neurosurgery."
"..."
At this moment, other people looked at Mike with strange eyes - he was clearly an outsider, so why did he become an "important assistant"? No one would make fun of Stark's surgery, right?
Dr. Wu, the surgeon, knew the function of Mike in advance. He had no objection, and it was not easy for others to question it.
The medical community is also a hierarchical and relatively closed circle.
Having made a common sense mistake, Mike stepped aside with a smile. I told him this, if you don't understand something, just listen more and talk less.
Arc Reactor needs to be removed during the operation. After the reactor is removed, the shrapnel slowly flows to the heart. The doctor must remove Stark before it is killed by the shrapnel.
The operation time is estimated to be three and a half hours. If it exceeds this time, the operation must be terminated, otherwise Stark's life will be in danger.
What Mike has to do is to wrap the shrapnel with mental power to prevent it from flowing to the heart.
Therefore, continuity and stability are important.
From the time they arrived in the basement, the surgical team performed several simulations, each lasting several hours.
The shrapnel used for simulation is exactly the same as the shrapnel in the Stark blood vessel, including shape, weight, and placement angle.
"I didn't expect that training can actually enhance the accuracy of controlling mental power. It's an unexpected surprise."
As for letting Mike directly use his mental power to remove the shrapnel... Fury considered it, but finally chose the multi-release method, which was safer.
Five days later, the operation went on as scheduled.
The operation took less than three hours and went smoothly than expected.
"Well done, everyone." Dr. Wu shook hands with everyone involved in the operation.
Strong veteran cadre style.
But as a doctor, he is indeed very good.
"Wu Jiaqi, I didn't come, it's a pity..." Mike muttered in a low voice, very regretful.
"Wu Jiaqi, who is it?" Fury, who has sharp ears, secretly wrote down the name.
A few days later.
In the intensive care unit.
Stark can already speak, but his face is pale. The doctor said the prognosis is good and he will be like a normal person soon.
The two energies were submerged into Mike's body, and combined with the previously collected energy, a Destiny Fruit was synthesized.
"Senbonzakura was drawn last time, what will be drawn this time?" It has been a while since the last time I synthesized Destiny Fruit, and I am looking forward to Mike.
This is the ward.
Forget it.
Let's just concentrate on eating dog food - the dog food comes from Stark and Pepper. The two of them interlocked with each other, expressing affection.
"I'm sorry for making you worry."
"As long as you're fine, this is more important than anything else."
The two chatted for a while, then Stark turned to Mike, "I have to tell you something. I wrote your name in my will and left you a lot of small money. Do you regret saving me? Are you unhappy? Say it and make me happy."
"I'm thinking about whether or not I should kill you bastard now, right away, immediately."
"Haha!" Stark stretched out his hand towards Mike.
"Handshake?"
"Yes."
"It's too deliberate and feels a bit disgusting."
"Bear with me, I am also a rich man, Iron Man, give me some face.
"Okay."
Hold the two hands together.
"Thank you." Stark said solemnly, "You saved my life again."
"Don't say that, you can't die even without me." Mike is telling the truth. At least he won't die from Ten Rings, nor from palladium poisoning.
I hope I won't die from playing the Snap in the future.
Pepper hugged Mike and whispered, "Mike, you also saved me twice, thank you."
"Director Fury..." Stark said.
"It's my turn? So I was busy and got in third place." Fury took a step forward.
"What I mean is that you blocked the door so that the nurse who changes the dressing can't come in."
Fury turned his head and stared at the nurse who came in to change the dressing, frightening the young and beautiful nurse to death.
His face became darker.
Fortunately, when it is dark to a certain level, there is no difference between being darker and getting darker.