Chapter 16: Mrs. Weber's Shock

"Although I'm surprised by your assessment of me, I believe myself not to be someone who welcomes the Grim Reaper," Mrs. Weber said.

Peter shook his head and walked behind Mrs. Weber, pushing her wheelchair.

Taking a few deep breaths, Mrs. Weber forced herself to calm down.

"I know you saw it, Mr. Peter."

"What did I see?"

"You saw yourself destroying the city you're in, with no one able to stop you, an endless sea of darkness, plunging the entire world into death," Mrs. Weber said.

Peter slowly pushed Mrs. Weber's wheelchair forward, his expression calm as he said, "So what? That doesn't mean it will happen in the future."

"That's a part of the future," Mrs. Weber insisted.

Peter lowered his gaze to Mrs. Weber for a moment, then remained silent for a moment before saying, "But why would I destroy the world like a villain in a comic book?"

"Moreover," Peter paused, "Human cruelty will eventually lead to their own destruction, which has nothing to do with me."

Though he considered himself not a good person and had no plans to become a righteous superhero in the future, he wasn't crazy enough to destroy the world.

There were many extraordinary powers in this universe.

Would he really eliminate all superheroes, magicians, and other extraordinary beings and make enemies with the world? He probably didn't possess such power.

Perhaps the hallucinatory scenes he had just seen were from a parallel universe's Peter Parker?

Or simply a creation of his own subconscious?

He didn't care about it.

Mrs. Weber looked deeply at Peter and said, "Nothing remains unchanged. Our current thoughts won't necessarily be carried into the future. We may become different people in the future."

"I'll remember your advice, Mrs. Weber."

Peter didn't want to discuss this topic further and said, "If this is the life guidance you're giving me, Mrs. Weber, I should find it useful."

Mrs. Weber shook her head, "Not just that, I see death around you. It's not just a metaphor; it's possible that your loved ones may be nearing the shadow of death."

"Loved ones?"

Hearing this, Peter slowed his pace.

"Yes, those who love you or whom you love may be approaching the shadow of death," Mrs. Weber said softly. "If you can see it, perhaps it can change fate, but maybe nothing can be changed. The fate I know has always been cruel."

Listening to the prediction about death, Peter frowned.

Was it Uncle Ben?

But Uncle Ben would only be sacrificed after he became Spider-Man.

According to the information he knew from his past life, Aunt May would also live peacefully with him.

Apart from Uncle Ben and Aunt May, who else?

"I'm here," Mrs. Weber's words interrupted his thoughts, and when he looked up, he realized they had arrived at Room 965.

Inside the room, Christine was pacing anxiously. When she saw Peter pushing Mrs. Weber in, she immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

Seeing Peter, whom she hadn't expected, made her even more surprised.

"Mrs. Weber, you shouldn't have gone out," Christine said, turning her attention away from Peter and addressing her patient.

"Just went out for a little fresh air. The air here was making me feel stuffy," Mrs. Weber smiled, turning her gaze to Peter. "Thanks to this young man, he brought me back, and we had a good chat on the way. I gained a lot of inspiration."

After hearing this, Christine walked up to Peter and thanked him.

"Thank you, I'm Christine Palmer, Mrs. Weber's attending physician. Thank you for bringing her back."

"I'm Peter Parker, no need to thank me."

Peter shook hands with her briefly.

"Could we talk outside for a moment?"

Because of Dr. Lane's relationship with Dr. Strange, Christine, curious about Peter, suggested they step out for a few words.

Glancing at the pretty female doctor, Peter, not sure what she had in mind, nodded slightly.

"Sure."

In the corridor, Christine thanked Peter again. "Mrs. Weber has myasthenia gravis. She needs surgery soon, so we advised her to rest in her room."

"Okay."

After a brief acknowledgment, Peter asked Christine, "What was Mrs. Weber's profession? A fortune teller?"

Christine explained, "Mrs. Weber is retired. Maybe she had a similar profession before. She seems very perceptive, always more sensitive to our emotions. A psychologist or fortune teller, I think Mrs. Weber might have dabbled in both."

"Dr. Christine, Mrs. Weber is having a nosebleed!"

She wanted to say a few more words to Peter, but a nurse hurried out to tell her that Mrs. Weber's condition wasn't good.

After giving Peter an apologetic look, Christine quickly went back to the ward.

Opening the door, she quickly examined Mrs. Weber.

After confirming that there was no major problem, she put down the stethoscope, exhaled, and couldn't help but look out of the ward.

There was no sign of Peter outside.

It was strange. Although Peter looked young, she didn't treat him like a teenager.

Instead, she felt like she was talking to someone of her own age, or even a more mature man than herself.

And there was a strange aura emanating from him, not the sickness of a patient, but a peculiar and somewhat intimidating aura.

Shaking her head, she pushed away these strange feelings and focused on her work.

On the other side, Gwen was tasting coffee alone in a café.

Although she said she was drinking coffee, she didn't really understand it.

Her favorite was milkshakes.

The reason she came to the coffee shop was that a friend gave her a voucher for free coffee tasting.

Choosing to be alone instead of with friends was because she felt irritable and wanted some quiet time.

She had another nightmare last night.

She dreamed of Josh's horrifying face appearing in front of her, his hollow eyes repeating the same words in her ears: "Peter is the murderer!"

No matter how she tried to explain it, she couldn't dispel that face.

"Well, I need to catch the real killer quickly, or Peter's situation will get worse, and I'll become more and more neurotic."

After stirring the coffee for a while, she put the spoon on the table, letting it spin on its own.

But what should she do?

She wasn't a fan of detective novels, and the only things she learned from her police father were some combat skills to deal with petty thieves.

Just as she was feeling troubled, she suddenly saw a familiar figure coming out of the hospital across the street.

"Isn't that Peter?!"

Gwen blinked, somewhat uncertain.