"Although my intention was not to disturb you."
In Fang Mo's room, Gu said while drinking tea: "But the person who came to ask for help this time is Strange, so do you want to go out with me and take a look?"
"Oh, please wait a moment..."
Fang Mo was studying matters related to dimensional fusion, and he really didn't have time to think about anything else at the moment, so he waved his hand directly to Gu Yi.
When he devoured the dark dimension of Dormammu previously, Fang Mo used a total of six dimensions of power.
This is equivalent to the dark dimension being cannibalized by his six dimensions. Now that Fang Mo wants to use dark hyperspace to merge with the dark dimension, he must first spit out the cannibalized part and then reorganize it into a relative full dimensions.
This step was actually quite troublesome. After all, the dark dimension had devoured countless worlds and was extremely large. It took Fang Mo a long time to put it back together bit by bit like a puzzle.
When Gu Yi was talking to him just now.
Fang Mo has reached the final step of piecing together the dark dimension, which is to recognize the master.
Yes, due to the loss of Dormammu as its master, the Dark Dimension is in urgent need of a new master to lead all of this, and this new master is obviously Fang Mo himself.
In fact, it is easy to obtain the authority of the dark dimension.
Let alone Fang Mo, any thinking creature that enters the dark dimension can become the new Dormammu and control this ownerless alien dimension.
But the problem is this so-called dark dimension.
It's a little different from Fang Mo's own six dimensions.
The dimensions in Fang Mo's hand are the reality of MC. Even Fang Mo himself doesn't know what their logical judgment is, but it is indeed not affected much by the temple barrier.
But Dormammu's dark dimension is different.
This thing seems to have a grudge against the temple barrier. If Fang Mo becomes the master of this thing, let alone using the power of darkness on the earth, others may be harmed by the temple just by standing on the earth. The barrier violently repelled.
This was not a situation Fang Mo wanted to see.
In order to solve this problem, Fang Mo also thought of several ways.
For example, you can fuse part of the dark dimension first, or use a name tag to rename it. If that doesn't work, you can even consider sealing it with a craftsman weapon.
Fortunately, Fang Mo has recently read a lot of Gu Yi's private collection of magic books.
Therefore, he also had a deeper understanding of Kama Taj's temple barrier.
So after each manipulating the barrier and the dark dimension, Fang Mo was able to confidently take over all the authority in this dimension without being violently rejected by the temple barrier.
"Well, I barely managed it."
After solving this problem, Fang Mo breathed a sigh of relief.
"Can we talk now?"
Seeing this, Gu Yi next to him spoke again: "Strange must have been waiting there for more than half an hour. He has lost both arms and is sitting there unable to even drink tea. I think he My patience should be running out."
“Is it difficult to prepare a straw for a place as big as your Kamal Taj?”
Fang Mo asked back: "So then again, this guy lost both arms, and he was able to find his way across half of the world... How strong is the power to correct fate?"
"Destiny has really worked hard to put Strange on the right track."
Ancient One said: "Can't you understand it?"
"I know you are in a hurry, but don't be in a hurry. Since I said it, I will definitely help you arrange Strange." Fang Mo waved his hand directly and said: "Let's go, let's go see the patient first." situation."
Speaking of which.
Fang Mo directly took out a giant sickle.
"..."
Gu Yi glanced at Fang Mo and stopped taking steps.
"What's wrong?" Fang Mo saw Gu Yi stop and urged him with the sickle on his shoulder: "Let's go and see the patient. Weren't you in a hurry just now?"
"Your scythe looks more like you're going to see the dead."
Ancient One said.
"Oh, don't worry about that." Fang Mo waved his hand and said, "On the day of your funeral, I will also carry this sickle and dance for you. This is a unique skill I learned from Kimimaro. , The Dance of the Chive Flowers.”
"..."
Gu Yi was a little speechless after hearing this. To be honest, it was such a headache to get along with this guy. If it weren't for the purpose of training Strange to become the next supreme mage, she would just want to die now and just become a hands-off shopkeeper and stop caring about these things. Bad things.
"Let's go."
Fang Mo, who was standing next to him, saw that Gu Yi had stopped moving and urged him again: "What, are you possessed by Hawking?"
"Please don't insult the great men of history."
Gu Yi sighed helplessly, then turned and walked towards the reception hall of the dojo.
"By the way, why doesn't Hawking come to Karma Taj to learn magic?"
Fang Mo didn't pay attention to what Gu Yi said at all. He carried the sickle and walked while chatting: "If he learns the magic here, will he be able to stand up and walk?"
"..."
Gu Yi didn't answer any questions.
She can probably see now that the more she complains, the more brutal this guy will get into trouble.
"Hey, it's a pity that great men don't live long." Although Gu Yi ignored him, Fang Mo still said to himself: "When my friend told me that Hawking was gone, I was quite surprised. I wonder when his leg was healed? Later I found out that he was gone..."
In short, the time spent in conversation.
The two of them had arrived at the front hall of Karma Taj Ashram.
And here, Fang Mo did see an awkward homeless man.
This person is obviously Strange, but unlike the majestic Doctor Strange in the movie, he is now very embarrassed.
His hair was disheveled, and it felt like it hadn't been washed for at least a few months. His haggard face was covered with stubble, and his clothes were shabby and stained with many unknown stains.
But the most important thing was his eyes, which looked cloudy and numb, as if they had lost all light.
This is much worse than when he went to Kama Taj in the original work.
In the original book, Strange was at least a seeker, but now he is a real homeless man, especially since he lost his arms, and the man seems to have lost a lot of weight because of it.
Strange was sitting on a stool in a daze.
After hearing the footsteps, he subconsciously looked up.
As a result, he happened to see Gu Yi walking towards him, and Fang Mo carrying a giant scythe next to him. The exaggerated shape really startled him, and he stood up from the stool.
"!?"
Strange subconsciously took two steps back, with a somewhat guarded expression on his face.
"Don't worry, Mr. Strange."
When Ancient One saw his appointed Supreme Mage in this state, he seemed a little unbearable, so he comforted him: "It's very safe here. There will be no black magic or fanatical believers."
"You... know my name?"
After Strange heard what Gu Yi said, he calmed down a little. His eyes swept over the two of them, and then suddenly asked Fang Mo: "Are you Mr. Gu Yi?"
"Oh, sorry, you got the wrong person."
Hearing what Strange said, Fang Mo smiled and shook his head: "In order to dispel your doubts, let's introduce ourselves first. The bald man standing in front of you is the supreme mage of Kama Taj. , Gu Yiji.”
Speaking of this, Fang Mo pointed at himself again: "And I... am the bad friend she has made for eight lifetimes, Master Gu Erdan."
"……ha?"
When Strange heard this, there was a look of distrust in his eyebrows again.
"Mr. Strange, I'm sorry, his name is Fang Mo." Seeing this, Gu Yi could only helplessly explain: "I hope you can understand that the personalities of some mages...may not be appreciated by the public. accept."
"Okay, okay, I don't care about this."
Strange shook his head and seemed impatient: "What I want to ask is, have you cured a man named Pangborn? I remember that he has been paralyzed for a long time."
"So be it."
Gu nodded.
"It's a miracle that you were able to help him stand up again." Strange asked, "But how did you heal two completely damaged cervical spinal cords?"
"I didn't cure it."
Ancient One calmly explained: "Pangborn is indeed unable to walk, I just convinced him that he can walk."
"Huh? You don't want to say 'body and mind are connected', do you?"
Strange was stunned for a moment after hearing this, and then couldn't help but said: "Sorry, I have to reiterate that although I have lost both arms now, I was the most famous surgeon in New York City before, so..."
"Wait, you said you're a doctor?"
However, before Strange could finish his words, Fang Mo suddenly interrupted him.
"Of course, what's wrong?"
Strange nodded immediately, and it was obvious that he was indeed very proud of his identity: "In fact, I would rather you call me Dr. Strange instead of sir."
"That's a coincidence."
When Fang Mo heard this, he suddenly became happy: "You may not believe it, but I am also a doctor."
“I really didn’t expect to meet my colleagues here.”
Strange was a little surprised after hearing this: "Which department are you a doctor in charge of? Cardiac surgery, neurology, or emergency doctor? Where did you go to see a doctor before? Maybe we have met before..."
"Sorry, I'm a Chinese medicine doctor, so I don't have a specific department in charge."
Fang Mo shook his head with a smile: "I used to go around the world under the names of Xiongfengshan, Wu Renji, Liu Hongbin, Zhang Sanguai, Miao Sanqi, etc., and was nicknamed Minghe Laozu, longevity star hate, and Fengdu Pharmaceutical's The only person who talks about things."
"Uh...it doesn't sound like a good title."
Strange was stunned for a moment after hearing this, and then couldn't help but frown: "But since you have appeared here, the legendary Kama Taj, then doctor must have been your previous job, right?"
"Yes, I have become a mage."
Fang Mo puffed up his chest and said proudly: "But my greatest advantage is that I never forget my roots, so I not only practice magic, but also medicine. Now I have become a well-known forensic doctor."
"..."
Strange fell silent after hearing this.
He quickly gave up the conversation with Fang Mo and turned to look at Gu Yi again: "Sorry, I want to hear you explain the principle of how you cured that person. If you can heal all the spinal nerves... …”
"The principle is actually very simple."
Gu Yi was teaching him very seriously: "When you reconnect damaged nerves, did you repair the nerve yourself, or did your body repair it?"
"It's cells."
Strange said without thinking.
"Cells just reorganize according to a specific program." Gu Yi said: "If I told you that your body can be convinced and then healed in any way... would you believe it?"
"Are you talking about cell regeneration?"
When Strange heard this, his breathing became a little rapid: "That is a very cutting-edge medical technology. How did you develop it? Does the Medical Council know about this? How mature is your treatment?"
"If you want to repair a severed nerve, that's well established."
When Gu Yi said this, he suddenly turned his head and looked at Fang Mo: "But if you hope to regenerate the severed limb, then I can only say that there may be a small risk and price..."
"Taught me……"
Hearing this, Strange said with a trembling voice.
He saw with his own eyes that his patient, a high-level paraplegic who had been sentenced to death by the medical system... was jumping and playing basketball there. The address of Kamal Taj was also learned from the other party.
In order to heal his hands, Strange is really desperate now.
"Please, teach me."
Strange spoke again.
"I can teach you, but the question is whether you want to believe it."
As Gu Yi spoke, he took out a few books from a short distance away, and then opened them for Strange to look at. There were probably some meridian diagrams on them, as well as Indian chakras, and Western MRI and Human anatomy diagram.
"Why are you showing me these?"
Strange looked a little confused: "Is this a prerequisite for learning cell repair?"
"So, it's not." Gu Yi said to Strange: "Actually, like the authors of these books, you only see parts of the world, not a whole. Just like yourself, most people It’s looking at the world through a keyhole.”
"Master, Master Ancient One."
Strange listened a little confused, which made him a little impatient: "I don't understand these big principles of yours. Really, I just want to heal my hands. You just need to Tell me what to do and what I have to give, and then I'll do it right away, okay?"
"But your mind is rejecting that."
Ancient One said.
"That's because I'm a surgeon and all I know is that we're all made of matter."
Strange said without thinking: "As for energy, chakra, and the group of fanatic believers who cut off my arms like madmen... I don't want to think too much about these at all, I just want to cure my Arm, even if it’s an illegal arm transplant, it doesn’t matter, as long as it allows me to continue to stay on the operating table, do you understand?”
"Is that so?"
Ancient One looked at Strange, who was now decadent and impatient. It was obvious that he still needed some training if he wanted to become the Supreme Mage.
"Then it seems I can only teach you in another way."
Ancient Yi said: "If you think my method is not ideal, then go ask Master Fang Mo for advice. He is better at treatment than me, and he will not explain complicated and mysterious knowledge to you."
"If you just want to pay the price and get your arms back, then go find him..."
