"Strange has been attacked!"
At this moment, a serious and solemn expression was already written on Wong's face: "The Time Stone has also been stolen!"
"…Hmm?"
Hearing the other party's statement, Fang Mo was also taken aback.
Unlike the previous invasion by the dimensional demon god, this time it wasn't orchestrated by him.
However, at this crucial moment, the audacity to suddenly emerge and beat up Strange, and actually manage to steal the Time Stone... Honestly, Fang Mo already had a rough guess in his mind.
"Where is Strange now?"
After a moment of thought, Fang Mo also asked Wong.
"He is still being rescued in a hospital in New York. A woman named Christine has summoned a bunch of doctors."
Wong responded: "I need to return ahead of time to assemble the Sorcerers. Currently, with the Time Stone lost and the Sanctum unprotected, I must find a way to maintain the status quo, at least not allowing the situation to continue deteriorating like this."
"Is that so?"
Fang Mo nodded thoughtfully: "What does the guy who ambushed Strange look like, did you see him?"
"The opponent moved too fast, I only saw a vague outline."
Wong frowned and recalled: "I only saw a huge figure, the guy's body was so tall it hardly seemed human, with purple skin, holding a strangely shaped large sword. Strange was stabbed through the stomach by that sword."
"Damn… Surviving a stab from the Tyrant's Greatsword?"
Fang Mo was also full of surprise and couldn't help but complain: "Seriously, who's body is less human-like here?"
"Tyrant's Greatsword?"
Wong was startled upon hearing this, then immediately asked: "You know that guy?"
"The old Satha family had a total of three Titans; the eldest was the Evil Titan Sargeras, the youngest was the Mantra Titan Sath Top. And as for the one who ambushed Strange just now... I guess it must be the second child of the old Satha family, the legendary Mad Titan Thanos."
"Thanos?"
After hearing this, Wong looked confused. He was just a librarian at Kamar-Taj, and Thanos was known throughout the universe for his infamy of slaughtering half the civilizations he encountered, so of course, he wouldn't have heard of him without having been to space.
After thinking for a while, Wong finally managed to say: "Is he also a dimensional demon god?"
"No."
Fang Mo shook his head.
"Oh, that's a relief…" Wong seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, but before he could finish his sentence, Fang Mo spoke again.
"However, although Thanos is not a dimensional demon god, he is currently collecting the six Infinity Stones, intending to destroy the world."
Fang Mo said: "If I remember correctly, he should already have four Infinity Stones in his possession."
"What!?"
Hearing this, Wong was again astonished: "This… four? How did he manage that?"
"You might not believe it if I tell you." Fang Mo said with a resigned wipe of his face: "But these stones were all stolen from me…"
"What? Your Power Stone was stolen too?"
Wong's face suddenly changed.
"What?" Fang Mo looked puzzled at Wong, then flipped his hand to reveal a bright purple Power Stone: "Isn't it right here?"
"Then the stone you mentioned…"
"Oh, that."
Fang Mo shrugged nonchalantly: "You misunderstood, I wasn't talking about the Power Stone, but the Space Stone and the Mind Stone."
"…What did you say?"
Upon hearing the entire story, Wong couldn't help but widen his eyes in disbelief, "You've collected three Infinity Stones before?"
"Four," Fang Mo corrected, before taking out another red and black stone, "Here, this is the Reality Stone."
Seeing this, Wong fell silent, his face changing colors several times, before he finally managed to speak after a long while, "So, you had four Infinity Stones all by yourself before?"
"If I were to become the Sorcerer Supreme, that would make it five," Fang Mo said, putting the stone away, "But I can't stay here for long, so after discussing with the Ancient One, I decided to leave the position of Sorcerer Supreme to Strange."
"I see..." Wong nodded unconsciously, "So, you're saying that guy named Thanos is collecting the Infinity Stones, and the remaining two are with you, which means he's going to target you next?"
"That would be the case, unless something unexpected happens," Fang Mo frowned, "But what I'm really worried about is if he's too cowardly to confront me directly... That would be a real problem."
"Huh?" Wong was startled, "You mean, you can take on that guy named Thanos head-on? But you only have two stones left."
"As long as he shows up, I'm even willing to give him another one," Fang Mo wiped his face, "But the problem is, I'm really afraid he might just hide away. As the saying goes, 'A noble man is open and candid, while a villain hides away.' It's these hidden villains that are the hardest to deal with..."
"That's one way to put it, but isn't your analogy a bit off?" Wong's expression seemed a bit speechless.
"Close enough," Fang Mo waved his hand, not intending to continue the banter with Wong, "Alright, I won't beat around the bush with you any longer. The most important thing now is to deal with Thanos. Open a portal to Strange for me."
"Alright..." Wong nodded, then drew an orange portal.
"I'll go try to deal with Thanos first. In the meantime, take care of the Ancient One's coffin for me," Fang Mo instructed Wong as he headed towards the portal, "The weather here is quite hot. It would be troublesome if the Ancient One rots in the coffin. Don't let there be a situation where we're paying respects to her outside, and she's decomposing inside... Get some people to carry the coffin up to Mount Everest. It's cold there, good for preservation."
"Should you really be worrying about that now?" Wong's face darkened instantly, "We will take proper care of the Ancient One's coffin."
"By the way, I brought you guys a batch of WIFI routers last time. Find someone to install them when you have the time," Fang Mo turned his head to remind again, "The Ancient One... The Ancient One had a special status. Her funeral will surely attract many powerful individuals from around the world. Don't neglect them, make sure the WIFI is set up."
"I understand." Wong, though finding Fang Mo's words a bit odd, still nodded in agreement.
After receiving Wong's confirmation, Fang Mo finally felt relieved and turned to walk through the orange portal.
Passing through the portal.
Fang Mo returned to New York.
Wong, being an experienced sorcerer, made the portal with great precision. As soon as Fang Mo came through, he immediately saw Strange lying on the operating table.
At that moment, Strange was connected to a ventilator, surrounded by several doctors.
Among them was his girlfriend, Dr. Christine Palmer.
Even Strange himself, using his astral projection ability, flew out to stand beside and instruct the doctors on how to treat him, telling them how to stitch wounds, stop bleeding, or maintain stable vital signs, etc.
"Busy, I see," Fang Mo greeted everyone cheerfully upon seeing this.
"Ah!" The doctors, who were fully focused on the emergency, were startled by the sudden greeting, especially Christine.
"Christine!" Strange urgently reminded, "The scalpel! The scalpel is about to enter my aorta!"
"Er, sorry…"
Christine immediately steadied her small hands, saying, "I shouldn't be like this, but don't you sorcerers ever knock? Every time you have to pop up from behind, my heart really can't take this..."
"Trust me, Christine."
On the other side, a colleague who was a doctor also spoke up, "Actually, we can't accept this either."
"That's right."
Another colleague said, "Especially when the soul of the patient actually runs out by itself, and then guides us on how to perform the surgery, how much blood to transfuse, and the power settings for the defibrillator, it's like a deceased teammate in a game directing me."
"Please, West, I'm not dead yet."
Strange's astral form looked somewhat helpless, "In this state, I can see more things, more precise than traditional medicine, so..."
"Wait, Strange, this isn't the time to talk about this."
Christine suddenly said, "Your heart rate is starting to drop again, think of something!"
"What?"
Strange quickly glanced at the life monitor's screen, "Increase the oxygen supply, get ready to use the defibrillator, increase the blood transfusion... huh?"
He was cut off mid-sentence, suddenly pausing.
Then, he subconsciously turned his head to look at Fang Mo, who was watching the excitement from not too far away.
"Why are you looking at me?"
Fang Mo directly retorted, "Do I have an ECG on my face?"
"Save me." Strange was quite straightforward, simply lowering his head and saying, "Please, Master Fang Mo."
"Wait, big brother, who exactly is the doctor here?"
Fang Mo couldn't help but ask.
"Didn't you say you were a doctor last time?" Strange immediately responded, "My hands were healed by you, so could you please save me again?"
"But I'm a forensic pathologist."
Fang Mo shrugged, "If you really want me to make a move... then wait a bit longer, in a few more minutes you'll be thoroughly cooled down."
"You..."
"Mr. Fang Mo, please don't joke at a time like this."
Before Strange could say anything more, Christine couldn't hold back and softly pleaded, "Modern medicine indeed has its limits, please, I beg you, save Strange."
"You seem very sincere."
Hearing this, Fang Mo also smiled and then nodded, "Well then, for the sake of your dedication to Strange, I'll make an effort to intervene this once."
"Huh?"
Christine was also stunned, "This..."
However, Fang Mo did not continue to pay attention to her, directly waving his hand, pulling out his scythe of antics from behind.
"Amitabha, greetings, benefactor."
Fang Mo, with a smile, brought his hands together in a prayer position and slightly bowed to Strange's body, "Our Tang family has been providing medical treatment since the Tang dynasty, and now it has passed down to me, the third generation, so you may call me Tang Sanzang."
"Can you not joke at a time like this?"
Strange was indeed not used to the other's pace, seeing his pulse gradually weakening, nearly dying of anxiety, "Hurry up and save me, I'm about to die."
"Even if you die, it doesn't matter, because our Tang family's specialty is reviving patients and then making arrangements for their burial again."
Fang Mo cheerfully said, "Resurrection is my special skill, even if you die multiple times, I can revive you, hence I'm also known as Tang Sanzang..."
"Beep beep beep!"
While Fang Mo was rambling.
Strange's body finally couldn't hold on any longer.
His pulse and heartbeat dropped to zero, and the equipment immediately emitted a shrill alarm sound.
"No, no, no!"
Upon seeing this, Strange immediately exclaimed in alarm: "No, this won't do. Christine, quickly give me a shot of a cardiac stimulant…"
"Oh, okay…"
Upon hearing this, Christine immediately scrambled to prepare the medicine.
But at this critical juncture, Fang Mo suddenly stopped Christine.
"Hey, what do you mean by giving a cardiac stimulant?"
Fang Mo, smiling, pulled out a bottle of instant healing potion from his pocket: "Try this new potion I've made. It's a magical potion, hurry and feed it to him."
"Okay, okay…"
Christine was truly panicked, quickly opened the bottle, and then poured the potion into Strange's body.
"What is this medicine?"
Seeing this, Strange hurriedly asked: "Can it cure me?"
"Don't worry, this is my secret Xiong's Liang formula."
Fang Mo said with a smile: "Personally crafted by Liang himself, a perfect blend of 28 mysterious ingredients, whether you're suffering from stroke paralysis or gunshot fatality, just take my medicine, and I guarantee you'll be able to get up the same day in…"
"That sounds good."
Strange let out a sigh of relief after listening.
However, at that moment, Fang Mo softly added one last word.
"…Prison."
"Hey! What is this!" Strange immediately became anxious upon hearing this and turned to shout: "Christine, quickly pump my stomach…"
"Why, can't you wait a bit?"
Seeing this, Fang Mo immediately stopped her: "Just consider it a passing phase, this medicine works very quickly."
"Mr. Fang Mo, this really isn't the time for jokes."
Christine also hurriedly said.
"Don't worry, this is just a magical ritual." Fang Mo smiled and waved his hand: "Now, you just need to recite a spell, and he will be fine."
"Really?" Christine asked doubtfully: "What spell?"
"Repeat after me."
Fang Mo said mysteriously: "Revive, my love."
"Uh… Does this really work?"
Christine seemed a bit flushed upon hearing this.
"He can last at most ten more seconds." Fang Mo said with a smile: "Nine, eight, seven…"
"Revive, my love!"
Christine, biting her lip, closed her eyes and shouted out loud.
And after shouting these words, Christine nervously opened her eyes to look at Strange, and she immediately became excited upon seeing him: "My goodness, his wounds really started to heal!"
"It seems his heartbeat is also recovering."
Another doctor nearby exclaimed in surprise.
"Phew…" Strange also seemed to let out a sigh of relief: "You always scare me like this, I've told you so many times this isn't good, can't you change your character a bit."
"Sorry, I can't change."
Fang Mo appeared nonchalant, saying with a smile.
"But this time, I owe you two favors."
Strange sighed and spoke up.
But just as he finished speaking, suddenly the operation room's door was pushed open, and Nick Fury walked in with a dark face, immediately saying upon seeing Fang Mo: "As expected, I knew where there's surgery, you can't be far…"