Chapter 30: These Hands, If They Could Use Magic

"What's the situation?"

Christine, who had received the news, arrived quickly, looking at the patient on the ambulance being wheeled to the emergency room, then at Strange, who had lost control of his emotions as Punda pushed the ambulance, frowning and asking the nurse next to her what had happened.

"It was a traffic accident."

Kristin nodded and quickly checked the patient's condition.

"No breathing or pulse, quickly inject a cardiotonic and send it to the operating room. She instructed towards the nurse, "I'll prepare this surgery."

"Victor! Victor!"

Strange called out his brother's name as he pushed the cart.

As she pushed to the operating room, Christine had the nurses and orderlies stop Strange from entering "Strange, you're too unstable, just wait here."

While preparing his surgical gown, Kristen turned toward him.

"He's my brother, I'll do the surgery!"

Strange broke away from the nurse's block and rushed up to say in a sharp voice.

Hearing Strange say the patient was his brother, Christian froze for a moment taking a deep breath, Christian refused, "You're a neurosurgeon, Strange."

"I can do it!"

"No, you can't do it, even if you could heal the nerves, to make a stopped heart beat again is impossible "

"Shut up!"

Strange interrupted her roughly, gasping, "I'll do it!"

"Can't! You've lost your cool as a doctor now, Strange."

Christine shook her head and turned toward the operating room.

"With a bang, the door to the operating room slammed shut, shutting Strange out.

Four hours later.

Kirsten found Strange sitting in the lounge area, in a communal chair, his head hanging in disbelief.

"I'm sorry, Strange."

Victor's injuries were too severe, and even with her best efforts, she couldn't bring the other woman back.

"No, it's none of your business."

Strange hung his head and held out his hands to his eyes.

"I thought that these hands, could save everything, but in the end I realized that I couldn't change anything."

Christine maintained her silence, unsure of how to comfort her friend.

"When I was very young, I aspired to become a doctor, my sister, Donna, drowned while I was in college, and that's when I aspired to use my hands, to prevent such a tragedy from happening."

Strange's voice carried calmness as he returned to that proud genius doctor status.

"But now, with Victor dead in front of me again, there's nothing I can do in Yizhi.

Lifting his head, his reddened eyes looked to Christian and placed his hands in front of himself, "Could these 'God's hands be the 'Hands of Death'?"

Christine sighed and said, "We can't control everything Strange, treating the sick may be why we are doctors, but I've always thought that treating the sick is why we are doctors, treating the sick is what makes doctors miserable.

Strange listened quietly to Christine's words and dropped his hand down, that pain of not being able to control his destiny growing inside him once again.

"If I could turn back time . ..."

He stared at his hands and murmured, "If these hands, if they could use magic..." He didn't say any more, but Christian knew what he wanted to say."

After a few minutes of silence, Strange looked up and asked Christian, "The two men who helped me deliver Victor, did they leave a message?"

He suddenly remembered Gwen, who had given Victor first aid, and Peter, who had slapped him.

"No, they left straight away, but they should both be patients at this hospital."

Kristen had spoken to Peter and knew he was a patient of Dr. Lane's.

As for how the information about Gwen was known.

The girl was brought to the hospital right after the tragic fire at Midtown High.

She'd paid a little more attention to the surviving girl, so she knew information about her.

But as for Peter. Parker and Gwen knew each other, she was a little surprised.

"Peter. Parker?"

Repeating the name Christine had told her, Strange reached up and stroked the cheek where she had been slapped by the other girl.

The red, swollen cheek was still vaguely painful at this point.

The look in the other man's eyes and the slap had left a lasting impression on him.

Did he recognize himself?

Why did he see something that made his heart palpitate from his eyes?

Strange was in deep confusion.

...

At night, the main lab of the Osborne Enterprises building.

Norman who is in the lab. Osborne, somewhat agitated, picked up the phone.

"Didn't I tell you? I don't want to be disturbed while I'm in the lab, tell that asshole that there's no room for negotiation, none at all."

Norman tightened his suit and tie and spoke angrily toward the lawyer on the other end of the line.

"No, now he's disturbed me, so don't blame me for disturbing him, and as a competitor, be aware of that!"

"Snapped", Norman hung up the phone."

After dealing with the company's affairs, he turned his attention to the instruments in the laboratory and the scientists who were doing experiments.

Osborne Industries is currently researching a chemical product called "Human Body Strengthening Formula".

Now the research has entered an important stage, so Norman Osborne's mood has become more and more relaxed. Norman Osborne's mood has also become restless.

"This new invention is related to the economic lifeblood of the country and the future and destiny of the company.

Whispering to himself, he called the scientist in charge of the experiment and asked him, "What stage is the experiment at now?"

"Mr. Osborne, it's about to enter the human testing stage, the project is progressing well."

"Good, remember we don't have much longer."

Straightening his suit and tie and giving a few instructions to his men, Norman Osborn walked out of the lab. Osborne walked out of the lab. Just as he walked down the corridor, his cell phone rang.

Picking up his cell phone, he found that it was an email sent to his mailbox.

Norman opened his cell phone and skimmed through the contents of the email.

This was the information he had sent someone to investigate, about the Midtown High School football game tragedy.

The media reported that the cause of the tragedy was a fire caused by electrical circuits Handy, he knew that things were certainly not as simple as the media made them out to be.

After all, there were many students and teachers at the scene who had witnessed the spider monster killing people, and it wouldn't be easy for the government to try to hide it.

This email is all about the details of the scene, containing eyewitness testimony from a number of students.

"Peter. Was Parker also at the scene?"

Seeing Peter's name, he frowned.

It seemed like he needed to pay attention to this normally seemingly unremarkable classmate of Harry's.