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Part 1

The doctor's office was spacious and well-lit, with shelves filled with medical books and specialized equipment. Dr. Curt Connors, known for his exceptional scientific skills, sat in a chair, staring into space. His old friend, Dr. Michael Turner, entered the room with a gentle smile.

"Curt, it's been so long since we last saw each other," said Dr. Turner, approaching his friend.

Curt smiled sadly. "Yes, Michael, it feels like a lifetime. And, well, in some ways, it has been."

Dr. Turner noticed the melancholy on Curt's face and sat down beside him. "It's still difficult for you, isn't it? What happened that day, the loss of your right arm..."

Curt nodded, looking away at the empty space where his right arm used to be. "I'll never forget that accident. What happened at Oscorp changed my life forever."

"I know it's a wound that will never completely heal, but you're a resilient person, Curt. And as your friend and fellow physician, I'm here to support you," said Dr. Turner, placing his hand on Curt's shoulder.

"Thank you, Michael. Your words mean a lot to me," Curt replied with gratitude.

"So, let me examine your body now. You mentioned that you've been experiencing some pains?" Dr. Turner asked, changing the tone of the conversation to the professional side.

Curt nodded again. "Yes, from time to time, I feel pain in the area where my arm was amputated. Besides that, I've been experiencing a sort of tingling sensation at times."

Dr. Turner took out a medical flashlight and began examining the amputation site, checking the surrounding skin and muscles. He asked a series of detailed questions about the sensations Curt was experiencing.

"That's interesting," Dr. Turner said, pondering. "Although your amputation has healed very well, it seems there's still some neurological activity in the area."

"What do you mean?" Curt asked, intrigued.

"The brain is an incredible organ, and sometimes it can continue sending signals to a part of the body that is no longer there. This tingling sensation might be related to that. As for the pain, it might be connected to changes in the bone structure near the amputation site," Dr. Turner explained.

Curt became thoughtful. "So, you mean to say that even after all this time, my brain still believes my arm is here?"

"Yes, exactly. It's a phenomenon known as phantom limb. Your brain still retains the neural representation of your hand and arm, even though they're physically not there," Dr. Turner replied.

Curt smiled faintly. "It's incredible how the human body can adapt and keep functioning, even after a major loss."

"That's true, Curt. The body is an amazing machine. But, even so, I understand how challenging it must be to deal with these constant sensations," Dr. Turner said empathetically.

"I appreciate you coming, Michael. Your analysis and understanding mean a lot to me," Curt said, looking at his friend with gratitude.

"I'll always be here to help, Curt. We're friends and fellow physicians, and it's my duty to take care of you," Dr. Turner affirmed, leaning back in his chair, thoughtful for a moment before changing the subject.

"Curt, I need to ask you a favor. You know about Tyrone's situation, the young man who needs a blood transfusion during surgery. Unfortunately, his blood type isn't available in the hospital's blood bank," Dr. Turner said, concerned.

Curt nodded, recalling his conversation with Dr. Turner. "Yes, you told me about his situation. It's really complicated when we don't have the required blood for a patient."

"Exactly," Dr. Turner agreed.

"So, I was wondering if you could help us. What's your blood type? Perhaps you could be a compatible donor," Dr. Turner asked.

Curt sighed with a regretful expression. "I would love to help, but unfortunately, my blood type isn't compatible with Tyrone's. I'm type O negative, and I heard that his blood type is different."

Dr. Turner nodded understandingly. "I see. Don't worry; I understand that things aren't always in our hands. But as you mentioned earlier, maybe you know someone who can help."

Curt smiled, appreciating his friend's support and understanding. "Yes, I know someone who might be compatible with Tyrone. He's one of my students, his name is Peter Parker. He's type AB positive, a universal donor. I'm sure he'd be willing to help."

"That's wonderful, Curt. Can you talk to him and check if he's available as soon as possible? Time is of the essence for Tyrone," Dr. Turner said, hopeful.

"Of course, Michael. I'll contact Peter immediately and explain the situation. I'm sure he'll do everything he can to help," Curt promised, determined to do whatever he could to assist Tyrone.

Dr. Turner smiled, grateful for Curt's willingness to help. "Thank you so much, Curt. I know I can count on you. And with your help, I have hopes that everything will work out for Tyrone."

Part 2

It was another typical day in New York, and Peter Parker was ready to face his routine as the amazing Spider-Man. After another night of fighting crime, he now swung skillfully between the skyscrapers of the city, heading to his job as an assistant at Dr. Curt Connors' laboratory.

The sun was beginning to rise on the horizon, painting the sky with shades of orange, while Peter leaped from web to web, feeling the morning breeze on his face. He loved the feeling of freedom as he moved through the city streets with agility and dexterity, not worrying about traffic or crowds.

As he approached the laboratory, Peter noticed that the morning rush had already begun. People hurried along the sidewalks, heading to work or school, unaware of the presence of the masked hero protecting the city.

With an acrobatic leap, Peter arrived at Dr. Connors' laboratory, landing silently on the rooftop. Quickly, he removed the Spider-Man suit, revealing his secret identity as Peter Parker. Concealing the suit in his backpack, he entered the laboratory as a regular assistant.

"Ah, Peter, glad you arrived early," greeted Dr. Connors as he adjusted some equipment.

"We have a lot of work today."

"Of course, Dr. Connors. I'm ready to help with anything you need," replied Peter with a friendly smile.

With contagious enthusiasm, Dr. Connors led Peter through the laboratory workstations, showing him the advancements in his groundbreaking research. They approached a set of cages where small white mice were housed.

"Peter, I've made significant progress since the last time we met. Take a look!" said Dr. Connors, his eyes shining with excitement.

He explained how he had developed an experimental serum that, theoretically, could regenerate damaged or lost tissues, allowing for the healing of amputated limbs or compromised organs. A true medical revolution.

"This is a groundbreaking approach, Dr. Connors! If you can prove the effectiveness of this serum, you could save countless lives and improve the quality of life for many people," said Peter, impressed by the magnitude of the discovery.

"Exactly, Peter! But we're still in the animal testing phase. It's crucial to be cautious before moving on to human trials," emphasized the scientist, aware of the risks involved.

As they conversed, Dr. Connors showed the promising results in some mice that had undergone treatment with the serum. Instead of merely healing small wounds, as initially observed, they witnessed partial regeneration of lost limbs in some rodents.

"It's incredible, isn't it? Imagine the potential of this for people who have experienced amputations or serious injuries. We could give them a chance to have a full life again," said Dr. Connors, moved.

"It's truly remarkable, Dr. Connors. But how do you know that regeneration won't cause any unwanted side effects?" Peter inquired, always considering the risks.

"That's a valid concern, Peter. That's why we continue to research and closely monitor the effects of the serum on the mice. We're carefully studying their immune system reactions and how the regenerative cells behave," explained Dr. Connors, demonstrating the scientific rigor of his approach.

As Peter listened, he couldn't help but admire Dr. Connors and his dedication to science and human well-being. The scientist was not only pursuing a remarkable discovery but also ensuring care and ethics in his research.

"If everything continues to progress well, we'll be able to proceed with human trials soon. But, as I mentioned before, safety comes first," affirmed Dr. Connors, emphasizing his responsibility as a scientist.

"By the way, Peter. A friend, Dr. Michael Turner, is attending to a patient, and the patient urgently needs a blood donation. I'm not the same blood type; could you help?"

"Absolutely, Dr. Connors. If there's any way I can help, I'm fully available," said Peter, with a determined look.

The scientist smiled, grateful for Peter's offer. "You've always been a person with a big heart, Peter. I'm impressed by your desire to help others, even in difficult times."

"I can't help but do what's within my reach, especially when it comes to saving lives or helping someone in need," replied Peter, humbly.

Dr. Connors nodded with a gesture of agreement. "I know I can count on you, Peter."