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

"Nobody will like him; he's a complete efficiency man."

After hearing this, Peter nodded after a long pause. "Perhaps. I hope your curse won't come true."

In the future, Strange breaks his hand in a car accident, losing the magic of the "Hand of God" and becoming a disabled person unable to undergo surgery.

This Doctor Strange really did find himself in a dead end in the future.

If it weren't for magic, I probably would have lived my life in a daze.

"Thank you for your treatment, Dr. Ryan."

Peter packed up the CT scan images and put away the fruit knife that had cut his palm, preparing to leave.

"The treatment costs have been deposited into the original account. See you next time."

As he spoke, he pushed open the door and walked out.

Meanwhile, the man in the black trench coat was already walking briskly toward Strange in the corridor.

"Whoosh!"

The gleaming dagger suddenly stabbed towards Strange's chest.

Strange looked up and was shocked to see the dagger aimed at him.

Instinctively, he raised his arm to block.

"laugh!"

The sharp dagger pierced his palm, and blood splattered out immediately.

Seeing that his first strike had failed, the man in the trench coat swung his left fist at Strange's face.

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

The man in the trench coat quickly missed his target with his punch, but he couldn't stop his force in time.

With a loud thud, the other person's fist slammed hard against the wall.

Strange clearly saw two of the other man's fingers break, and he even heard the cracking sound of bones breaking.

It's like someone breaking a branch on their knee.

Having failed in his first strike, the man in the trench coat rammed into Strange, then raised his dagger, preparing to stab him again.

Strange staggered, and just as he was trying to regain his balance, the dagger came straight for his wrist.

As the gleaming dagger drew ever closer, Strange's fear intensified.

If my own hands were pierced, I would lose everything, including my qualification to be a doctor.

At this moment, everyone in the hospital corridor was stunned to see Strange and the man in the trench coat wrestling together.

The nurses, who were the first to react, quickly called the security guards.

The other hospital patients, after making a commotion, immediately fled this dangerous place.

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

With a "thud," those hands, which looked even more delicate than his own, firmly gripped the trench coat man's wrist.

The man in the trench coat stared in shock at the stranger who had suddenly appeared.

He tried to break free from the other person's grip, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't budge the hand.

Strange was also stunned by what he saw.

He had a very strong impression of the guy who had slapped him, so he recognized him at first glance.

"Let go!"

The man in the trench coat, his teeth clenched and his eyes bloodshot, said to Peter.

Peter, who was watching him coldly, released his wrist.

Before he could react, Peter casually threw another punch forward.

"Oh!"

The man in the trench coat, who had been punched in the chest, staggered backward as if struck by lightning.

Finally, he stumbled back a few steps to the corner of the wall, bumped his back against the wall, and sat down on the ground with a thud.

He was in excruciating pain all over his body and tried to stand up, but found that he didn't even have the strength to move.

Stared at by the man in the trench coat with resentment and fear, Peter turned to look at Strange with a nonchalant expression.

Strange, clutching his bleeding right hand, looked at Peter with astonishment after regaining his senses.

What power is this? !

"Are you alright, Dr. Strange?"

"I"

Strange exhaled sharply. "I'm fine, it should just be a superficial injury. Thank you, Mr. Parker."

Including the time her younger brother was in a car accident, the other party has helped her twice already.

"If it weren't for your help, my hands would probably already be..."

He trembled with lingering fear as he raised his hands to his eyes.

"You're welcome. It was just something I did on the spur of the moment. I felt a little sorry to see such a magical hand being destroyed like this, so I stepped forward unintentionally. Maybe I'll need your 'Hand of God' in the future."

Peter glanced at his hands and said casually.

I'm curious whether Doctor Strange would have become a "crippled person" prematurely without my help.

But considering that the other person's hands might be useful to him, he intervened and stopped the scene.

"Forehead"

Strange was speechless when Peter explained his motives in this way.

Does it have to be this blunt?

"Oh my god! Strange, are you alright?"

A commotion erupted in the corridor, and several security guards quickly arrived and subdued the man in the trench coat.

Christine quickly walked up and asked Strange with a worried look on her face.

"I'm fine, thanks to Mr. Parker's help."

Strange explained what had just happened to Christine.

After handing his business card to Peter and thanking him again, Strange, with Christine's help, went to get his hand wound bandaged.

Seeing that the matter was over, the crowd gradually began to disperse.

Peter glanced at the business card, put it away, and then turned and left.

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

Only after everyone had left did he turn to face Peter's retreating figure and watch him walk away.

Peter, who was being watched, suddenly realized something, stopped and turned to face the man wearing red sunglasses.

The man in red sunglasses suddenly felt a pang of heart palpitation.

It felt as if I had been identified by a higher-level being, and a sense of unease instantly washed over my entire body.

Although he is blind, his senses are exceptionally sharp.

Sensing an internal warning, he immediately shifted his attention away from Peter and quickly left the area.

Chapter 48 Uncle Ben's Horror Story!

Do you know him? The man who attacked you?

While bandaging Strange's wounds, Christine asked.

"Yes, although I didn't recognize it at first, I remember it now."

Strange let out a breath and said, "His name is Dan Stein. I performed surgery on his wife, and although they were divorced, he still did his best to take care of his ex-wife."

"Do you remember each and every one of your patients so clearly?"

Christine was surprised by the other person's excellent memory.

Strange shook his head. "No, he's just a little special. He's very talkative, likes fishing and stock trading, and we have some common topics—pop metal bands from the 90s, like Poison, Clown, Wanted, and Gwen."

"He also had a daughter, I remember her name was Rebecca."

Christine listened to the other person's story and asked with some confusion, "I don't understand why you two are so familiar with each other, and why he tried to hurt you. It seems like he has a deep-seated hatred for you."

"I do not know."

Strange covered his aching forehead with his left hand. "He's a good man, I'm absolutely certain of it. He seems like the kind of honest guy who would apologize even if he stepped on a cockroach. I don't understand why he would do that."

Christine thought for a moment and asked, "Did you refuse to perform the surgery for his wife? Perhaps that will cause someone to explode."

Do you also think I'm a cold-hearted person?

Strange raised his eyes and looked at Christine.

Christine paused for a moment, then slowly shook her head. "No, doctors aren't gods and can't save everyone. You've turned down many patients, but that's normal. You may be a bit arrogant, but you're not heartless."

"I don't know if you're praising me or insulting me."

Strange gave a wry smile. "I often wonder if what I've done so far has been right as 'Dr. Strange'? And whether I should continue as 'Dr. Strange' from now on?"

"The more I try to maintain the 'Dr. Strange' way of life, the more people are sacrificed. My brother died because of me."

Before he could finish speaking, Christine interrupted him.

"Although I want to say, Strange, this is not your fault, I guess you can't get over it either. What I want to say is that when you don't know if this path is the right one, all you can do is keep going."

Strange paused for a moment, then looked away from Christine's face and said, "Thank you for your advice, Christine. Getting back to the point, I didn't refuse to perform the surgery on Dan's wife. In fact, the surgery went very smoothly. I'm not the kind of person who only cares about money. I haven't forgotten my Hippocratic Oath."

"Ah."

Christine nodded. "Then why did he still try to hurt you?"

"That's exactly what I'm wondering about."