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"Don't SHIELD covet the Iron Suit?" Mike asked Coulson.

"As far as I know, no." Coulson shook his head.

"I don't believe it, this is not the style of black braised eggs." Mike curled his lips.

"Black braised eggs... is really an image. But I don't recommend you say that in front of Nick. I know you are very stubborn. But Nick actually has a small belly, and he will not show it in person, but will write it down in a notebook for future reference. Wear small shoes again..." Coulson caught a glimpse of Mike's mobile phone interface and almost lost his mind.

"You're recording!"

"That's right." Mike smiled warmly, "What do you think would happen if I sent the paragraph just now to Hei Lu Dan?"

"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." Colson said solemnly, "Can the recording be deleted?"

"Yes, but not now. It depends on your performance in the future!" Mike put away his phone.

Coulson thought to himself: "The devil, absolutely the devil."

I also blame myself for getting carried away for a moment.

I want to bang my head against the steering wheel.

The thought of dying together came up again, stronger than before.

Coulson broke the pot and said, "Nick didn't even think about getting the Iron Suit. 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 large shopping mall called "Haoerduo".

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 SHIELD, it's just the trenches. You don't feel bad about spending taxpayers' money, right?" Mike opened his mouth and threw a flying knife at Nick Fury.

But who is Fury? He can't escape his mouth to such an extent.

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 surgeon and a friend of Stark.

The deputy is Donald, who graduated from Harvard Medical School.Dr. Helen Zhao and Leo Fitz of S.H.I.E.L.D. provided technical support for surgical instruments. Gemma Simmons was also there, and she was responsible for detecting Stark's vital signs during the operation.

As for other assistants, anesthesiologists, equipment nurses, and circulating nurses, they are all top personnel from the Mayo Clinic.

"Hey, why isn't Juan Fu here? Can't you please come or not?" Mike looked at him curiously.

Did not see.

"Who is Juan Fu? Where is the doctor?" Fury's expression changed.

If there are top doctors but they are not invited, it is SHIELD's fault.

"I just said it casually, it's not important..."

"No, this is important."

"Um, Stephen Strange."

As soon as Mike said this name, many people in the medical field present had surprised expressions on their faces, obviously they knew this person.

"It turns out that Dr. Strange's nickname is 'Curly Foo'."

"This guy is super conceited and arrogant."

"People have the capital to boast, and they are praised as God's gift to the surgical community."

"Wait a minute, Dr. Strange specializes in neurosurgery."

"..."

At this moment, others looked at Mike strangely—he was clearly an outsider, so why did he become an "important assistant"?No one is joking about Stark's surgery, right?

Dr. Wu, the surgeon, knew Mike's role in advance. He had no objection, and it was difficult for others to question it.

The medical community is also a hierarchical and relatively closed circle.

Making a common sense mistake, Mike stepped aside with a sneer.Tell him this: If you don’t understand something, listen more and talk less.

During the operation, the Ark reactor needs to be removed. After the reactor is removed, the shrapnel slowly flows to the heart.The doctor must remove it before Stark is killed by shrapnel.

The operation time is expected 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.

All Mike has to do is 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, lasting several hours each.

The shrapnel used in the simulation is exactly the same as the shrapnel in Stark's veins, 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-collaboration plan, which was safer.

Five days later, the operation went on as scheduled.

The surgery took less than three hours and went more 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, you didn't come, it's a pity..." Mike muttered in a low voice, feeling very regretful.

"Wu Jiaqi, who is it?" Fu Rui, who has sharp ears, secretly wrote down the name.

a few days later.

In the intensive care unit.

Stark could already speak, but his face was pale.The doctor said the prognosis is good and he will be back to normal soon.

The two energies sank into Mike's body and combined with the previously collected energy to form a destiny fruit.

"Last time Senbonzakura was released, what will be released this time?" It had been a while since the last time he synthesized the Destiny Fruit, and Mike was looking forward to it.

This is the ward.

Forget it.

Just focus on the dog food - it comes from Stark and Pepper.The two of them intertwined their fingers with affection.

"I'm sorry for worrying you."

"As long as you're okay, that's more important than anything else."

The two chatted for a while, then Stark turned to Mike and said, "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? Do you feel bad?" Happy? Say it and make me happy."

"I'm thinking about whether I should kill you bastard now, immediately, immediately."

"Haha!" Stark reached out to Mike.

"shake hands?"

"Correct."

"It's too deliberate, it feels a bit disgusting."

“Bear with me, I am a rich man and an Iron Man after all, so give me some face.

"Ok."

Two hands are held 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 the Ten Rings Gang or palladium poisoning.

I hope I won’t die by snapping my fingers in the future.

Pepper hugged Mike and whispered: "Mike, you saved me twice too, thank you."

"Director Fury..." Stark said.

"It's my turn? That's why I was busy and got in third place." Fury took a step forward.

"What I mean is that you blocked the door and the nurse who changed the dressing couldn't get in."

Fury turned his head and glared at the nurse who came in to change the dressing, frightening the young and beautiful nurse to death.

His face darkened even more.

Fortunately, when it is dark to a certain extent, there is no difference between being darker and getting darker.