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

Although she could ask a colleague to help her switch shifts, she said she would have to think carefully before dating such an arrogant guy.

Strange didn't mind that his invitation was rejected.

For a successful man who lives in a grand mansion and drives a Lamborghini, he has no shortage of female companions.

The two walked to the elevator while talking.

"Ding"!

The elevator door opened.

Peter looked up from inside the elevator.

What came into his view was Strange and Christine standing at the elevator entrance.

Doctor Strange?

His gaze was immediately drawn to Strange, with his very distinctive horse-like face.

Only now did he realize that the other person was the genius doctor before he became Doctor Strange.

Countless thoughts raced through Peter's mind, but his expression remained unchanged. He quickly looked away and stepped out of the elevator.

The other party doesn't know magic yet; they're not the magician who possesses the Time Stone.

He wasn't interested in Doctor Strange.

After the two passed each other, Strange frowned and looked at Peter's back.

"what happened?"

Seeing that Strange's gaze was fixed on a stranger, Christine couldn't help but ask curiously.

"nothing."

Strange shook his head, pressed the button for the basement level of the elevator, and asked Christine, "Which floor are you going to?"

"Second floor."

Christine reached out and pressed the elevator button for the second floor. "The anesthesiology department is on the second floor. I need to have a short meeting. I hope it won't take too long."

The air suddenly became quiet as the two of them sat in the elevator.

Strange recalled the strange feeling he had just experienced, his brows furrowing deeply.

When he brushed past the other person, his heart raced and his breathing became heavy, as if an invisible and terrifying pressure had suddenly struck him.

Taking a deep breath to put the strange feeling behind him, he forced his attention to his medical lecture that evening.

hospital.

“Ryan Brown, you can call me Dr. Ryan.”

Inside the examination room, a white doctor smiled and introduced himself to Peter.

“We agreed on it over the phone, Dr. Ryan.”

Peter looked around and sat down opposite Dr. Lane.

Ryan Brown wore glasses, appeared to be around thirty years old, and had a gentle smile on his lips.

He wasn't angry at all at Peter's slightly offensive words. Instead, he stood up, walked to the door, and locked it from the inside.

"Yes, just as we agreed, I will keep your medical condition a secret, an absolute secret, and I will receive corresponding compensation."

Peter nodded. "That would be best. It's clear that Dr. Lane is a smart and adaptable doctor."

The doctor in front of him, Dr. Ryan, was the consulting doctor that Peter had arranged in advance.

He had investigated the other person's background before entering the hospital.

He was warned by the hospital for accepting thank-you money from patients' families without authorization and for operating in a non-standard manner, and he has a poor reputation within the hospital.

That is why Peter chose her as his doctor.

After all, doctors who are so easily bought with money are the most suitable to make deals with.

"As you requested, I will not record this treatment and will destroy and erase any medical records you have at the hospital. In other words, only the two of us will know the outcome of this treatment."

Dr. Lane adjusted his glasses and assured Peter.

Although he didn't know why the patient in front of him was going through such a complicated process, he forced himself to suppress his curiosity, adhering to his professional principle of never asking too many questions.

In addition, although Peter looked unusually young, the cold and dangerous aura he exuded made Ryan subconsciously regard him as someone not to be trifled with, so he behaved very cooperatively.

"Great, I hope we can have a pleasant collaboration!"

Peter was very satisfied with his professionalism.

Chapter 10 Symbiosis or Destruction, That Is the Question

Looking at the CT scan in his hand, Dr. Ryan's face was filled with disbelief.

In the CT scan in his hand, a mudskipper-shaped embryo was clearly visible on Peter's chest.

"This is a tumor?! No, impossible! It's too close to your aorta. If it were a heart aorta tumor, it would seriously affect your heart health."

As he spoke, Dr. Lane asked Peter, "Have you experienced any shortness of breath, a rapid heartbeat, or any discomfort in your heart?"

No, not at the moment.

Peter shook his head.

Since the other party is treating the alien embryo as a tumor, there's no need for him to explain.

Peter frowned as he looked at the CT scan in front of him.

This was the first time he had ever seen the alien embryo inside his body.

It doesn't look much different from the hosts in the Xenomorph world who are parasitized by facehuggers.

"Damage to any major organ near the heart can be fatal within seconds, and it's a miracle that you're still alive and well despite being infected by this tumor!"

Dr. Ryan made a sound of admiration.

"if."

Peter hesitated for a moment, then asked, "What are the chances of successfully removing this tumor surgically?"

Despite knowing it was impossible, he still asked the other party with a sliver of hope.

"Impossible, it's connected to almost all of your body's major organs, not just the heart."

Ryan shook his head, looked at a few more CT images, and said with a puzzled look, "Also, this doesn't look like a tumor. There seems to be a membrane-like substance on its surface, which is more like a protective membrane to protect your metabolism."

He's a bit confused now, and his previous assessment that it was a tumor is now wavering.

"It seems to have its own physiological functions, but how is that possible? How can such a species parasitize the human body?"

Ryan felt that the worldview he had cultivated over more than a decade of medical studies was about to be overturned.

"If it's a parasite, how does it survive?"

Ryan, whose mind was about to go crazy, found it more and more unbelievable the more he thought about it.

Peter ignored the other person's murmur and picked up the CT image to look at it.

"Dr. Ryan, whether it's a tumor or a parasite, what I want to know is how to inhibit its growth."

Peter got straight to the point and asked his question.

"If it were tumor cells, conventional targeted inhibitors would be effective, but in this morphology, I don't think drugs would be effective."

Ryan thought for a moment and asked Peter, "Are you worried that it will damage your body organs?"

"Yes, this tumor absorbs nutrients from my body and keeps growing. Perhaps one day it will replace me."

Peter voiced his concerns.

"I think you don't need to worry about this for now."

After thinking for a moment, Ryan said, "If it's going to replace you and absorb the nutrients in your body, it should grow rapidly."

After a pause, he continued, "Although I don't understand what it is, given its close connection to your organs, it should be able to quickly complete its growth and evolution by absorbing nutrients."

"But in the current situation, it doesn't destroy your organs; instead, it seems to protect your body's organs. In other words, it's like your second heart."

Peter's expression changed as he listened to the doctor's explanation.

"Heart?"

He thought about the grotesque features of his own body.

Is alienation the result of an alien embryo linking to various organs of the body and its genes being passed on to its own gene sequence?

Ryan asked him.

"Have."

Ryan nodded, put down his pen, and continued to state his conjecture:

"Yes, that's just what I guessed. The thing inside you not only absorbs nutrients but also provides protection. Having two hearts naturally improves your sleep quality. I think this relationship is more like a symbiotic one."

Peter pondered for a moment after hearing this.

He then picked up the CT image and pointed to the top of the embryo, saying, "I'd like to guess it's a symbiotic relationship, but look at these tulip-like lobes."

"It's like a sensory organ, indicating that something might be developing inside it, and this sensory organ is responsible for protection."

Even though I know I won't die from being "breast-pierced" for the time being, it doesn't mean I can rest easy.

The alien embryos, with which it currently coexists, provide it with strong support and protection.

However, its form still shows signs of being an alien embryo, and it is possible that the hibernating embryo inside its body will awaken at some point.

Upon hearing this, Dr. Ryan nodded. "That is indeed possible, but I am more inclined to believe that it is not a malignant tumor or a malignant parasite."

Seeing that Peter remained silent, he continued, "Since you're worried about what it might develop, why don't you come here every few days for a check-up and observe its changes? I'll keep it a secret, and no one will know."

Peter naturally wouldn't completely trust him.

But as long as he doesn't leave any evidence, even if he wanted to tell others, no one would believe him.

If the other party makes any small moves, I can eliminate them immediately.

"That's a good suggestion. I hope we can work together successfully."