"Is this golden daddy or this silver daddy the one you lost?"
Fang Mo pointed to the two identical Georges behind him and asked Jonathan.
"I..."
Jonathan was also stunned at the sight, and subconsciously said, "The one I lost... is the real daddy who was just stabbed by Dio."
"The daddy who was stabbed by Dio? OK, arranged."
Upon hearing this, Fang Mo also snapped his fingers, and then pulled out a dagger from his bosom: "Let me first teach you a call from Dio, um... Jojo! I don't want to be human anymore! Wryyyyy!!!"
Saying this, Fang Mo raised the small knife in his hand.
"Wait... wait a minute!"
Jonathan was immediately startled and hurriedly stopped him, "Teacher, that's not what I meant!"
"Hmm?"
Hearing Jonathan's words, Fang Mo also stopped his action: "Isn't that what you said? You want the daddy who was stabbed by Dio, and my favorite thing is to fulfill others' wishes..."
"Sorry teacher, I misspoke just now."
Jonathan hurriedly said: "Actually, what I mean is... I want my real daddy."
"Mr. Steve, what's going on here?" Erina, who was also watching this scene, was also confused: "Uncle George... how did he become two?"
"After all, I am the real divine doctor, not like the desperate poison doctor blah blah."
Fang Mo shrugged and said: "My medical skills are unprecedented and superb, saving one, reviving two... so it's understandable that this kind of situation happens occasionally."
"This..."
After hearing this, Erina was dumbfounded and barely said after a long while: "I have been learning medical knowledge with my father since I was a child, and I have never encountered such a situation. Today is really an eye-opener..."
"So do I have two fathers from now on?"
Jonathan was also a bit stunned and subconsciously asked Fang Mo.
"Not necessarily." Fang Mo shook his head and explained to the two: "Actually, you still have only one father, as for the other one... that's for burial."
"Ah???"
Jonathan's eyes widened: "This... burial? Teacher Steve, are you sure?"
"I've said that a ceremonial tomb cannot deceive fate, we must take out the real stuff."
Fang Mo nodded, then said: "Not only must he be buried, but we must also make it grand. After all, George was a noble, and as his son, you must not be negligent in his funeral. It's best to personally ask his opinion, see how to do it, whether in Chinese or Western style, what wood for the coffin, whether to use andesite or diabase for the tombstone, you must ask all these."
"This..."
Hearing this, Jonathan felt his head buzzing.
However, Fang Mo didn't stop at all, and was still earnestly instructing: "If you do it in Chinese style, then you have to prepare paper effigies quickly. Of course, with George's large family and business, we don't need paper effigies, I'll find some uranium, titanium, silver, and slaves to burn for him. I heard that burning slaves is not illegal now."
"But uranium, titanium, silver might be a bit troublesome, but we can wait until World War II to burn them. I'll engrave your dad's name on that big furnace I have in Poland, and whatever is burned there in the future will be counted as your dad's..."
"Living sacrifice?!"
Hearing this, Erina next to him was already so scared that she covered her mouth. This is too terrifying, isn't it?
"Teacher Steve, please stop scaring Erina."
Unlike Erina, Jonathan had been in contact with Fang Mo for a while and knew that he liked to joke. Jonathan, although slow-witted, was gradually catching on and guessed that the other party was joking again.
"Hahaha!"
Fang Mo himself couldn't help but laugh.
"Ah..."
Seeing Fang Mo's actions, Jonathan helplessly held his forehead.
His teacher was very good in every aspect but too unreliable. Are all mages like this?
"So, it was a joke?"
Erina, hearing this, also couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
She hadn't been in contact with Fang Mo for long, merely tricked by him into eating golden apple and essence berries and then given a sword. After that, Fang Mo vanished. She had wanted to find him to train in swordsmanship but couldn't find him. She had thought those things she just heard were true.
"But jokes aside, this funeral matter still needs to be handled."
After a slight chuckle, Fang Mo continued speaking to them: "At least I wasn't joking about destiny. Jojo, your Joestar family has indeed been short-lived for generations..."
"Is that so?"
Hearing this, Jonathan slowly nodded: "I understand, teacher. I'll take this matter seriously."
"These two old Joes behind me,"
Fang Mo said, "The one on the left is real, your father's soul is here. The one on the right is fake, just an empty shell... If you don't believe it, you can transfer both to the hospital first. The one on the left will wake up, while the right one will be a permanent vegetable."
"Then let's wait until my father wakes up before deciding. If we bury him now... I'm afraid of mixing them up."
Jonathan thought for a moment and then turned to Erina: "By the way, Erina, can we go to your hospital?"
"Yes, of course."
Erina immediately nodded: "This matter is too strange. Instead of us deciding, it's better to let Uncle George decide after he wakes up."
"Let's settle on that then."
Jonathan nodded and then looked at Fang Mo: "Teacher Steve, is that okay?"
"Oh, I don't mind."
Fang Mo spread his hands: "Curing and saving people is just for fun. The real task is to study how to hold a funeral. I have to help a highly respected mage at Kamar Taj with his funeral soon. This time it's good practice. I'm afraid I might laugh during the ceremony..."
"..."
Hearing Fang Mo's statement, Jonathan and Erina exchanged glances, both speechless.
Silence lingered for a long time, finally broken by Jonathan.
"By the way, Teacher Steve."
Jonathan seemed to suddenly remember or just wanted to change the subject, and suddenly asked Fang Mo: "When you came in to put out the fire, did you see a man named Speedwagon?"
"Oh, you didn't mention it, I almost forgot about him."
Upon hearing this, Fang Mo also slapped his head and said: "I was wondering what was missing... I saw him just now. Didn't you two see him when you came out?"
"No."
The two exchanged glances and both shook their heads.
"Where did you see him?" Jonathan asked somewhat curiously, "Speedwagon is not the kind of man to flee in the face of battle. He should still be around here."
"It seems like he was in that fountain over there."
Fang Mo thought for a moment before speaking.
"Nani!?"
Jonathan, greatly surprised upon hearing this, hurriedly ran towards the distant fountain. There, he indeed found the other party soaking in the fountain, but by then, he had already lost consciousness.
Fortunately, he was lying face up in the water, and the buoyancy kept his face above the surface, preventing him from drowning.
"JoJo, is this gentleman Mr. Speedwagon?"
Erina also walked over and seeing Jonathan dragging the other out of the water, she asked in surprise, "How did he get burned like this? Was it because of the recent big fire?"
"Speedwagon, born in Ogre Street, shares a similar unfortunate background with Dio. Yet, he has the shining qualities of a hero, which I greatly admire," Jonathan said. "It was with his help that I was able to find evidence of Dio's secret poisoning and catch the Eastern man who was selling the poison."
"Is that so?"
Erina nodded after hearing this: "Then he truly is a real hero."
"Teacher Steve, can you also help treat Mr. Speedwagon?" Jonathan looked up at Fang Mo: "He got burned like this while trying to save me, and now he is unconscious."
"Do you want this Speedwagon Gold, or this Speedwagon Silver..."
"Teacher Steve, this is no time for jokes," Jonathan said with a hand on his forehead. "He's my lifesaver, after all. And he's not a member of the Joestar family, so he shouldn't have the kind of short-lived fate that 'requires holding one's own funeral to escape a calamity,' right?"
"That's also true."
Fang Mo nodded, acknowledging that he indeed needed to save the man: "Everyone, stand back, the divine doctor is about to make his move."
Hearing this, Jonathan and Erina quickly stepped aside, not wanting to interfere with Fang Mo's work.
As for Fang Mo, he slowly approached Speedwagon. To be honest, the latter was initially conscious, but passed out as soon as Fang Mo turned around. He was probably just holding on with sheer willpower, considering how painful extensive burns can be.
Thinking this, Fang Mo immediately began to tear open the other's clothes.
Due to the burning, his clothes had fused with his flesh, turning into a charred substance resembling charcoal.
"Holy smokes, this burn is really severe."
While complaining about the severity of the burns, Fang Mo activated the regenerative abilities of his beacon.
Under the influence of the energy from the underworld, the hard shell on Speedwagon's body quickly receded, and his flesh began to wriggle and heal at a visible rate.
In just a few minutes, Speedwagon abruptly sat up.
"Monster! That monster named Dio!"
Speedwagon, with wide eyes, shouted in panic and surprise: "In my life, I've traveled many places, seen various things around the world. I've seen rare animals in America, strange plants in Asia, the great trees of the Caribbean, and even huge tornadoes... But I have never seen a monster like Dio!"
"Well, well... He's already explaining how to save his life as soon as he wakes up?"
Seeing this, Fang Mo also placed a hand on his forehead.
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