I'm not Spider-Man, even though I'm parasitized by an alien!

Uncle Ben, who was sitting to his left, also noticed that something was wrong with him.

Uncle Ben noticed his nephew's pale face and quickly asked, "Are you feeling unwell, Peter?"

"I'm just a little short of breath, it's nothing, I'll just go out for some fresh air."

Peter forced a smile at Uncle Ben, trying his best not to show any sign of anything amiss.

As Peter walked out of the church, he clutched his chest and gasped for breath.

After a few minutes, the uncomfortable feeling gradually subsided.

Gazing at the plants in the flowerbed in front of the church, Peter tried to calm his breathing.

He took out his phone, dialed Dr. Ryan's number, and told him that he was going to get a checkup.

After sending a text message to Uncle Ben, he rushed to the Presbyterian Hospital.

Presbyterian Hospital, Dr. Ryan's office.

By this time, Dr. Lane had already helped Peter complete his physical examination.

"How is it? What changes have occurred in the tumor inside my body?"

Peter frowned and asked Dr. Lane.

He suspected that his previous physical discomfort was caused by the alien embryo inside him.

"It seems to have grown. I previously thought this creature had entered a long hibernation period, but it is clear that it has not. In addition to being more closely connected to the organs of your body, its translucent eggshell has become larger."

Dr. Lane stared at the CT scan on the table, frowned, and said, "I'm now 100% sure it's not a tumor."

"But if we need to know more about the changes in your body, I think it would be best to draw your blood for a more accurate test, and the changes in your cells and genes also need to be examined."

When Ryan suggested another blood test, Peter shook his head.

“I’ve said before that this matter doesn’t need to be mentioned again.”

After a moment of silence, he asked Dr. Ryan, "If it were to break free, how long do you think it would take at the earliest?"

Dr. Ryan pondered for a moment, then shook his head and said, "I don't know. Generally speaking, there is no strict time period for parasitic organisms to absorb nutrients."

“The host’s nutritional health, nutrient intake, and even gender, as well as differences in physical function between the elderly and children, can all affect its absorption rate.”

After a moment's hesitation, Dr. Ryan looked up and continued, "But I don't think we can treat this creature inside your body as an ordinary parasite."

Upon hearing this, Peter slowly nodded.

Dr. Lane then continued, "Your symptoms just now—rapid heartbeat, vomiting—may indicate that 'it' in your body has entered a new phase."

"A new stage of evolution?"

"Yes."

"You can pay attention to any recent changes in your body."

Dr. Lane put away the CT images and handed them to Peter.

“I will prescribe some targeted inhibitors, which may be able to inhibit the rate of nutrient absorption of ‘it’. I will also prescribe some medications to treat the palpitations, vomiting, and bloating you mentioned.”

Despite feeling that the medication was useless, he still offered to prepare some for Peter.

After all, he had taken the money from the other party, and he felt a little guilty about keeping it if he only talked about it.

After half an hour.

After leaving Dr. Lane's ward, Peter walked down the corridor to leave.

He walked slowly, lost in thought.

This ever-present shadow of death, which could strike at any moment, follows me like a shadow.

In this respect, I really am what Mrs. Webber called "the hand of death".

Looks like I need to speed things up my plan to become Spider-Man.

I hope the turbulence caused by my own butterfly wings won't affect this event.

Peter walked to the elevator and pressed the button for the elevator to go down.

"Ding!"

The elevator doors opened, and a face he never expected appeared before him.

"Peter?!"

Gwen stared at Peter in shock.

After dealing with the endless police, she thought she could take a walk in the hospital, where she unexpectedly ran into Peter.

"Hmm, good morning, Gwen."

Peter calmly greeted her, "I was just about to come see you."

Good morning, Peter.

Gwen quickly stepped out of the elevator and walked briskly to Peter.

"Go and see why I came to this floor?"

She pointed to the floor sign, her face clearly saying, "Don't lie to me."

"These are all oncology departments!"

Gwen immediately remembered that she had seen Peter at this hospital in the coffee shop before.

I was too embarrassed to ask at the time.

I'm currently resting at the Presbyterian Hospital, and I saw Peter appear on the oncology floor again.

Is it

A bad feeling arose in her heart.

will not!

Will not!

God wouldn't be so cruel to himself!

Gwen took a deep breath, forcing herself to calm down.

She was just about to speak when her gaze suddenly fell on the medicine in Peter's hand.

With an agitated expression, she snatched the medicine from Peter's hand.

"What...what is this?! Peter!"

Gwen's voice trembled.

"I bought some medications for treating external injuries for you."

Peter tried his best to appear calm at this moment.

Although Gwen was also recuperating at the Presbyterian Hospital, he did not expect her to appear on this floor.

No! It isn't!

Gwen tried her best to suppress her emotions. "I...I know what it is. It's a drug for treating tumors. I know, my mother took this stuff!"

Gwen's mother died when she was very young, so Gwen knows what it means.

Why didn't you tell me, Peter?

Gwen was emotionally devastated, her eyes filled with tears.

wrong!

Gwen quickly recalled Peter's words to her: From ancient times to the future, all the people we can imagine, all the people we cannot imagine, all species, living and non-living, everything, will eventually die.

"I'm sorry, I should have noticed it sooner, I should have guessed it sooner."

Gwen could no longer control her emotions and hugged Peter tightly.

Gwen, her voice trembling, hugged Peter tightly and said in a tearful voice, "I don't want to lose you, Peter!"

Peter, who was being held by Gwen, hesitated for a moment before slowly putting his arm around Gwen's shoulder.

How to do? !

This misunderstanding seems a bit big.

Chapter 26 We'll definitely win next time, Gwen!

George Stacy is in Gwen's hospital room.

He wanted to find out from Gwen what exactly happened that night.

Peter's role in particular.

He always felt that Peter that night was definitely not just a passerby, as his daughter said.

"Dad, I...I want to be alone for a while."

Gwen sat on the bed, hugging her knees.

She buried her head deep in her knees, so that George Stacy could not see any expression on her face.

George frowned when he sensed something was off about his daughter's voice.

"Gwen, are you alright?"

"I'm fine. I want to know, Dad, why do I always have to face death?"

George Stacy paused for a moment when faced with Gwen's question.

"Just like when I lost my mother, and now, it seems I'm always in this vortex, always bringing death and destruction to those around me."

Upon hearing this, George Stacy walked over, gently patted Gwen's hair, and said, "No, it's not your fault, Gwen."

"But why do all the people I love most leave me, and there's nothing I can do about it?"

Gwen looked up, her face streaked with tears, and said...

Although George Stacy didn't know what had happened, she still whispered words of comfort to her daughter:

“We cannot stop death; death never changes according to our will, but it should not be the source of our blame and suffering.”