Steve Chapter 245

"Help me, Mr. Joestar!!!"

Dio was genuinely scared after being bitten. Frankly, he was losing too much blood and was getting anxious. He said in a panic, "I... I don't want to die yet…"

"Dio! Hang in there!"

George Joestar, having experienced many situations, quickly calmed down after the initial shock. He hurriedly instructed those around him, "Quickly find a doctor, and you, bring something to stop the bleeding!"

Soon, servants brought over bandages and sterilized cotton.

However, Dio had an open wound that was torn apart, and it was located in a very awkward position. Human thighs have major arteries, and the bleeding just couldn't be stopped no matter what.

"This... is bad..."

Seeing this, George felt his heart sink. The person who had just entrusted their child to him was bitten by a dog on the first day; he felt guilt-ridden. He became anxious, "Is the doctor not here yet!?"

But at this critical moment,

Suddenly, a hand reached out from thin air, grabbing a piece of cotton.

Then, under everyone's gaze, Fang Mo's figure slowly appeared from the air.

"Ah~ It's cotton."

Fang Mo ignored everyone's shocked expressions and smiled as he looked at the white cotton in his hand, "Just like the purest lotus is born from the deepest mud… A big black hand that's dirty and greasy and covered in juice can pluck such pure, soft cotton. The world is truly amazing."

"Mr... Mr. Steve?"

Seeing Fang Mo, George was stunned for a moment but quickly pleaded as if he had seen a savior, "Please find a way to save Dio!"

"Don't worry, leave this to me. It's right up my alley."

Fang Mo immediately smiled and pulled out a green stick from within his body, "Didn't I tell you before? Being a mage is just my side job. My main job is actually a doctor. Weren't you just asking where the doctor is? Well, the doctor is here now."

"Can you save this child, Dio?"

George asked worriedly.

"Of course."

Fang Mo smiled and then directly summoned Stand, Steve. He placed two iron blocks next to the fountain: "You two, carry this little 'villain' to the exe... to the operating table for me."

"Both of you, hurry up."

Although George was also stunned by Fang Mo's magical means, he quickly sobered up and ordered the people around him.

"I'll help too!"

Jonathan probably also knew that he had made a mistake, so he quickly came to help. He grabbed Dio's arm, cooperated with others, and together they lifted him onto the makeshift operating table made of iron blocks.

"You..."

It has to be said that Dio is indeed a major villain. Even at this point, he can still maintain his consciousness. Clearly, he also just saw the scene of Fang Mo appearing out of thin air. This surreal scene made him look at Fang Mo in astonishment: "You... What the hell are you?"

"I am a mage and also a doctor. You can simply call me... forensic lord."

As Fang Mo was explaining, he rolled up his sleeves: "You must undergo surgery immediately, or you will undoubtedly die. But my anesthetic is used up, so it will hurt a bit. Bear with it; if you can't, you can tell me."

"I'm already in unbearable pain!" Dio quickly said.

"Can you do arithmetic?"

Fang Mo suddenly asked.

"What?" Dio was also stunned by this inexplicable question, but still subconsciously said, "A little..."

"Very well, then what is 1000 minus 7?"

Fang Mo asked, and then slowly pulled out a door-sized cleaver from behind.

"993... wait! What's the point of asking this all of a sudden?!" Dio initially answered obediently, but quickly realized what was happening, especially when he saw Fang Mo suddenly draw this large sword. He couldn't help but widen his eyes, his face showing the JoJo-specific look of terror: "What... what is that big purple sword behind you going to be used for?!"

"Oh, this?"

Fang Mo wore a smile on his face, looking very gentle and kind. With one hand, he lifted the cleaver, swinging it to create a gust of wind: "This is the magical tool we'll be using later."

"As for making you solve math problems, it's to prevent you from passing out."

"Your current situation is actually very serious. As everyone knows, men think with their lower half, and you've lost your 'thinking tool'... I'm a bit concerned that if you pass out, you'll stop thinking and never wake up. So you must stay awake during the surgery."

"I... I won't get treated..."

After hearing all this, Dio struggled to get off the operating table: "Let me see a doctor, I want to see a doctor..."

Before he could finish speaking,

Fang Mo waved his hand, and the emerald handle was directly inserted into his shoulder, nailing him firmly to the operating table.

"Yi!?"

Dio let out a screech in a broken voice.

"Uh, Mr. Steve," Seeing what was happening before him, George Joestar couldn't help but speak up, "Are you... really able to treat people?"

"Are you questioning me?"

Fang Mo turned to look at George Joestar: "When you fell off the cliff years ago, it was also me who saved you. Otherwise, you would have died twelve years ago."

"Uh... sorry, I'm not doubting your medical skills."

George hurriedly said: "What I mean is... Dio's life is hanging by a thread, and I'm a bit concerned he won't make it, especially since he's the child my lifesaver entrusted to me."

"Don't worry about that."

Fang Mo waved his hand and said, "I am a top-tier divine doctor in the universe, skilled in many deadly toxins, including but not limited to blah~ blah~"

Upon hearing this, George instantly broke into a cold sweat, thinking how close he had come to a fatal outcome.

"Alright, everyone else step back. I'm going to treat the patient," Fang Mo waved his hand dismissively, "Don't disturb me while I'm performing the surgery."

"Um..."

Everyone looked at each other and ultimately set their eyes on George.

"I... am willing to trust Mr. Steve."

George Joestar hesitated for a moment but nodded, "He is a kind wizard. Let's go down; he will cure Dio's condition."

Since George had spoken, there was nothing anyone else could do but to step back.

"Mm, let me first examine your wound."

After everyone had left, Fang Mo approached Dio with a magical knife in hand. Ignoring Dio's resistance, he forcibly spread his legs apart, "Whoa! Danny did a pretty clean job biting you. Even a fearsome beast wouldn't have done it this cleanly..."

After some thought, Fang Mo took out two bottles of instant healing potion.

"Here, take this."

Fang Mo handed the potion to Dio, "When I say to drink it, down these two bottles entirely. Otherwise, suffer the consequences."

"What... are the consequences?"

Dio hesitated to ask.

"The autopsy report will most likely say that the corpse is intact, with no external injuries," Fang Mo shrugged, "And that the deceased passed away peacefully."

"I'll drink it!"

Upon hearing this, Dio immediately aimed the bottle at his mouth, ready to drink at a moment's notice.

"Mm-hmm, good boy."

Satisfied, Fang Mo nodded, then raised his magical knife, slowly aiming the blade at Dio Brando's navel, "I haven't performed surgery in a while, so I feel a bit rusty... let's make the incision here."

"What... what are you doing!?"

Dio panicked again upon seeing this. Was this even surgery? It seemed more like this damned dark wizard wanted to cut him in half. Was this not a surgery, but some kind of evil, ancient live sacrifice ritual?

Is the great Dio going to lose his life here?

Impossible! No, don't!

Just when Dio looked unwilling and desperate, Fang Mo didn't hesitate to make his move. With a "squelch" sound, Fang Mo immediately spoke, "Now's the time, drink it!"

Dio felt a sharp pain, but his survival instinct made him gulp down a potion.

The next second, something bizarre happened.

Dio felt an unbearable itch around his waist and felt something growing. Pinned to the operating table, he couldn't see what had happened, but strangely, the pain, and even the dizziness from lack of blood, disappeared.

"This..."

Dio couldn't help but show an incredulous expression: "How is this possible?"

"Your name is Dio, right?"

Just then, Fang Mo suddenly began talking to him, "Actually, I find it odd. Danny doesn't usually bite. What did you do to make him so angry?"

"I..."

Dio instinctively wanted to say that he had kicked the damn dog, but considering Fang Mo's relationship with George, he changed his tone and said in an innocent voice, "Sorry... I'm really scared of dogs. When it charged at me, I got scared and accidentally kicked it. I didn't expect it to be so aggressive."

"Oh, is that so."

Fang Mo sighed internally, watching Dio act. This kid is only twelve and can already tell such lies.

He clearly kicked the dog intentionally.

One could say that he got what he deserved.

Honestly, Fang Mo initially wanted to make him suffer a great loss, but considering that Dio was still a twelve-year-old child with a terrible personality but hadn't actually killed anyone, Fang Mo held back a little, giving him a hard time but also giving him a chance.

If he continues to be obstinate, I'll have my ways to deal with him.

"Don't kick that dog again," Fang Mo sighed and advised, "This time you lost face; next time you'll lose your life. Isn't it good to be alive?"

"Very... sorry..."

Dio looked at Fang Mo, shaken to the core, trying to look innocent.

However, for some reason, Dio Brando felt an odd sensation that the other person seemed to have seen through his act. This made him a bit panicked; after all, he was here to take over the Joestar estate. If his terrible personality was discovered, it would be troublesome.

But before he could think further, Fang Mo had already thrown a white cloth at him.

"Alright, you're cured."

Fang Mo pulled out the green gemstone handle from Dio's shoulder, "The lower half of this side, and the basket on that side, are now redundant. It's not good for others to intervene in your business, so find a place to bury them. If you can't find a place, you can bury them with your dad."

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