Chapter 47: Doctor Strange, Completely Desperate

Dr. Ryan's office.

"Doctor Strange? Do you have a good impression of him?" Peter asked Dr. Ryan.

"Why would I recommend him if I don't?" Ryan shook his head. "Actually, I don't have a very good impression of him, but those wealthy people he's cured should like him."

Peter was somewhat surprised. How could this guy question someone else's medical ethics?

Without noticing Peter's expression, Dr. Ryan's face showed a hint of disdain. "He's a cold doctor."

"I see," Peter nodded. "You really dislike your colleague."

"Of course. Someone as arrogant and self-important as him will hit rock bottom someday," Dr. Ryan said, expressing a curse-like sentiment towards Doctor Strange.

"No one will like him. He's a thorough utilitarian"

Peter agreed, nodding after hearing Dr. Ryan's opinion. "Maybe. Let's hope your curse doesn't come true."

In the future, Doctor Strange suffered a hand injury in a car accident, losing the magic of his "God Hand" and becoming unable to perform surgery, becoming a useless person.

Doctor Strange, the Sorcerer Supreme, really hit rock bottom in the future.

If it weren't for magic, he'd probably have stumbled through life.

"Thank you for your treatment, Dr. Ryan," Peter said, gathering up the CT scans and putting away the fruit knife that had cut his palm, preparing to leave.

"The treatment fee is still debited to the original account. See you next time," he said, opening the door and leaving.

...

Meanwhile, a figure in a black trench coat was quickly approaching Doctor Strange in the corridor.

"Swoosh!"

The dagger gleamed coldly as it stabbed towards Doctor Strange's chest.

Doctor Strange looked up in shock at the dagger aimed at him.

Instinctively, he raised his arm to block.

"Chh!"

The sharp dagger pierced his palm, causing blood to spray out.

Seeing that his first strike failed, the trench coat man swung his left fist towards Doctor Strange's face.

Enduring the pain in his hand, Doctor Strange reacted by tilting his head back.

The trench coat man's punch missed, but he couldn't stop his momentum in time.

"Bang!" His fist hit the wall hard.

Doctor Strange vividly saw two of the man's fingers being broken, even hearing the crack of bones breaking.

Like someone snapping a branch on their knee.

Failing with the first strike, the trench coat man lunged at Doctor Strange and then raised the dagger again, ready to stab him once more.

Doctor Strange stumbled backward, trying to maintain his balance, when the dagger came towards his wrist.

As the gleaming dagger got closer, Doctor Strange's inner fear magnified.

If his hands were pierced, he would lose everything, including his qualifications as a doctor.

Seeing Doctor Strange and the trench coat man grappling, the people in the hospital corridor were stunned.

The nurses quickly called for security.

Other hospital patients, after a brief commotion, immediately fled the dangerous area.

Just as Doctor Strange was sinking into despair, suddenly, a pair of hands reached out from behind him.

"Bang!" With a sound, these hands, more delicate than his own, firmly grasped the trench coat man's wrist.

The trench coat man looked at the stranger who appeared out of nowhere in shock.

He tried to break free, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't budge.

Doctor Strange also was stunned by the scene.

He instinctively looked back and saw Peter Parker standing behind him.

He recognized him immediately, having been slapped by him before.

"Let go!" The trench coat man gritted his teeth, his eyes red with anger, staring at Peter.

With a cold gaze, Peter released his wrist.

Before he could react, Peter casually swung a fist forward.

"Bang!"

The trench coat man, punched in the chest, staggered backward.

Finally, he stumbled back to the wall, hitting it with his backside, and sat down.

In pain all over, he tried to stand up but found himself unable to move.

Staring at Peter with hatred and fear, the trench coat man was at a loss.

Unconcerned, Peter turned to Doctor Strange.

Clutching his bleeding hand, Doctor Strange came back to his senses and looked at Peter in amazement.

What kind of power was this?!

"Are you okay, Doctor Strange?"

"I'm... I'm fine," Doctor Strange exhaled deeply. "It should be just a superficial wound. Thank you, Mr. Parker."

Considering his brother's accident last time, this was the second time Peter had helped him.

"If it weren't for your help, my hands... They might have..."

He shuddered as he raised his hands to his eyes.

"Don't mention it. It was just a coincidence. Seeing such miraculous hands being destroyed like that was regrettable, so I inadvertently stepped in. Maybe I'll need your 'God Hand' someday," Peter said casually, glancing at his hands.

Though curious if Doctor Strange would have become a "useless person" without his help, Peter intervened because he thought Doctor Strange's hands might be useful to him.

"Uh..." Doctor Strange was a bit speechless at Peter's straightforward explanation.

Did he really need to be that direct?

"Oh my god! Doctor Strange, are you okay?" A commotion came from the corridor as several security guards quickly arrived to restrain the trench coat man.

Christine also hurried over, her face full of concern as she asked Doctor Strange if he was okay.

"I'm fine, thanks to Mr. Parker's help," Doctor Strange explained to Christine what had just happened.

After handing his business card to Peter and expressing his gratitude again, Doctor Strange went to bandage his injured hand with Christine's support.

As the commotion ended, the crowd in the corridor began to disperse.

After glancing at the business card, Peter put it away and then turned to leave.

Among the crowd in the corridor, a man in a black suit and red sunglasses watched the scene unfold.

Only after everyone had left did he turn to Peter's retreating figure, watching him disappear into the distance.

Feeling someone's gaze on him, Peter suddenly stopped and turned around to face the man in red sunglasses.

The man in red sunglasses suddenly felt a palpitation.

It seemed he was being targeted by a higher-level entity, and an uneasy feeling instantly enveloped his entire body.

Though he couldn't see, his senses were particularly sharp.

With a warning in his heart, he quickly shifted his attention away from Peter and swiftly left the area.

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