Chapter 295 Christine's Death
"Did you watch yesterday's news?"

The next day.

After getting up, Rugrats asked Peter and Gwen.

"what?"

Gwen touched her nose guiltily.

Although she and Peter did not break through the last step last night, they still did something bad, so she kept looking into the little naughty's eyes carefully, for fear that he would see through it.

"Last night's party news, about mutants."

Seeing Gwen's confused expression, the little rascal waved his hand, "Okay, just pretend I didn't say anything."

"You mean the idiot who blew up the car?"

Peter said as he walked down from upstairs.

"?"

The little rascal looked at him in surprise, "Peter, how did you know that?"

“I watched the news.”

Peter raised the phone in his hand. "The news said someone might have used special tools to blow up the car."

Although he didn't know what happened at the scene, he roughly guessed something.

Gwen curiously took the phone from Peter and asked while watching the news: "But I didn't see any guys in combat uniforms. Are they really mutants?"

"It should be about the same."

Little Naughty took out the video recorded last night and showed it to the two of them, "Coincidentally, Katie was also at the scene, and we recorded the 'crime scene' during the video call."

"By the way, I know a cool guy named Wolverine who doesn't wear combat gear either."

Peter, who was standing next to him, was slightly surprised when he heard Rogue say that he knew Wolverine.

Do the little rascals in this world also know Wolverine?
He was thinking about whether the Wolverine in this world was a man or a woman, while Gwen was gossiping with the little rascal about the super powers of the blond man Geldof.

"Goo!"

Gwen's stomach suddenly growled.

"Well, I have to take care of breakfast."

She said to the little rascal: "I want to order a cheeseburger, or cheese, do you want me to order one for you?"

The little rascal shook his head. "No, I don't like animal fat. I guess there must be animal fat in cheese."

"Actually."

Gwen pulled out her phone and said, "Animals have a bad reputation. In the 1970s, they were demonized along with other animal fats. But the truth is, it's vegetable fats that kill you, Croscarmellose margarine."

Gwen ordered a cheeseburger as quickly as possible and also ordered one for Peter.

Just as she was waiting expectantly for the takeaway burger to be delivered to her door, her cell phone rang.

"Buzz!"

The phone vibrated and Gwen looked at the caller's name - Liz.

After speaking to Liz for a few words, she put her phone down in frustration.

"Although we have saved the multiverse crisis, we still cannot escape the Past test."

Gwen said that what she fears most now is hearing about exams.

After all, she has been busy with the affairs of the heirs recently and has not been to school for a long time.

Even the Mary Janes haven’t been to rehearsal in a long time.

"I'm afraid I'm going to do terribly on the test."

Gwen gave Peter a helpless look.

"Like you, Gwen, I have no confidence in academic exams."

Peter shrugged and said to her, "One thing you're better than me at is that Gwen is a top student."

"I'm not some academic nerd."

Gwen exhaled, "At least compared to you, Peter, I don't think I'm smart enough."

The little rascal looked at Peter and Gwen and always felt that there was a sour smell of love in the air.

"So you guys are going to school?"

She coughed and interrupted the two of them with a slightly unhappy tone.

"I guess I can't escape it. After all, I have to prepare for the 'Past Exam'."

Gwen said with a sigh.

evening.

NewYork-Presbyterian Hospital.

"This place is like a prison."

Strange, who had not yet become Doctor Strange, was lying on the hospital bed and spoke to Christine beside him.

Two weeks had passed since he was warned by Peter about the car accident on a rainy night.

In order to save time, he drove a Lamborghini at high speed on the winding mountain road on a rainy night, but ultimately he couldn't avoid a car accident.

Strange was now lying on his bed, staring at the ceiling, his eyes like a blank blackboard.

He felt dead, yet he was not dead—his pulse was still beating, but his brain was dead, his soul a wild garden of rotting vegetables.

After recovering from this terrible condition, he looked at his hands that were bandaged like dumplings with lifeless eyes.

The hands that he was so proud of were now trembling and unconscious.

His hands were severely damaged by nerves, so he couldn't even hold chopsticks.

He felt despair when he thought that his hands would never be able to hold a scalpel again.

Christine, who was taking care of him, said to him: "For you, this is where you used to work."

"But now it's a beautiful prison, just like any other."

Strange rubbed his face.

He was tired, with fatigue in his eye sockets as he paced in his cage, scratching the ground with his claws.

"So... I can't ever pick up a scalpel again, right?"

Strange asked desperately.

"I don't know."

Christine didn't know how to comfort the other person.

There was a hint of sadness in her eyes.

She stretched out her hand and held Strange's hands, "I believe you can recover."

"No, I'm a doctor, you can't lie to me, Christine."

Strange's tone was slightly resentful and painful.

He hated himself for being powerless and unable to do anything.

"You have to be patient and wait for your body to heal, Strange."

Christine advised.

"No!"

Staring at his shaking hands, he said to Christine in pain: "There is no possibility anymore. They have completely ruined me!"

The "they" Strange was referring to were the doctors who performed the hand surgery on him.

"They destroyed me!"

The desperate Strange made hysterical sounds of pain.

Christine didn't know how to comfort her and could only remain silent.

In the end, she didn't even know how she walked out of the ward.

Sighing, she looked toward the hallway.

All I could see was gray, with a few flowers brightening up the colors, and the TV in the corridor lounge area was always flickering.

The resident doctor came in pushing an ambulance.

A woman and a young girl rushed in. The woman was wailing for her loved ones, and the young girl was worried and terrified, probably because she had never seen such a scene before.

Christine, who was in a bad mood, turned around and prepared to walk towards the office.

But she saw a familiar figure walking towards her.

It was Peter whom I hadn’t seen for a long time!

Peter stayed in school for half a day, then went to the hospital to ask Dr. Ryan to check the abnormal embryo in his body.

After absorbing the alien clone, his body's changes entered another stage.

Transforming into a larger, more powerful alien monster allowed him to defeat Solus, but the formation of this change was full of mystery and unknown to him.

He wanted Dr. Ryan to do some tests on him to see if he could find anything.

"Doctor Christine?"

As he was thinking about something, he looked up and suddenly saw the beautiful doctor.

"Long time no see, Peter."

Christine greeted him.

"Uh-huh, Gwen was in the hospital last time."

After exchanging a few pleasantries with him, Peter asked, "Is Dr. Strange not here?"

He had already learned from the newspaper that the other party had been in a car accident.

It was expected and not surprising.

It's just that he had been fighting with the heirs before, so he didn't pay too much attention to it.

When Christine heard Peter asking about Strange, her expression looked a little strange.

"Not very well, he was in a car accident and has severe nerve damage in his hands."

Kristen said in a low voice: "This is a fatal blow to him, because it is very likely that he will never be able to pick up a scalpel like before."

"so."

Peter pretended to hear it for the first time, and after a moment's silence, he continued, "Is it impossible to completely cure it?"

"I have had four operations but the recovery has not been satisfactory."

Peter nodded.

In the other ward, Strange got out of bed and walked out of the ward. When he reached the door, he was stunned when he saw Peter talking to Christine.

Peter's words from before echoed in his mind.

The night before the car accident, the other party reminded me not to play with my cell phone while driving.

"Peter."

Strange took a deep breath and walked towards him.

"I heard from Doctor Christian about what happened to you, Doctor Strange."

Peter greeted him.

"you"

Strange's heart was filled with shock. As he stared at the other person, a thought suddenly occurred to him that even he found absurd - he knew from the beginning that he would have a car accident.

"You knew that from the beginning, didn't you, Peter?"

Strange asked directly.

"what do you know?"

Peter pretended not to understand.

"You knew from the beginning that I was going to get in a car accident that night."

Strange said something that shocked Christine who was standing next to him.

"You said that reading CT medical records while driving is not a safe thing to do, especially when it is raining heavily outside. It was raining heavily outside that night, and I was driving to attend a seminar."

The more he spoke, the more he felt that Peter seemed to know something.

With an excited tone, he grabbed Peter's hand and said, "If you know my fate, Peter, please tell me, what should I do next? How can I pick up the scalpel again?"

He grabbed Peter's hand excitedly, as if he had found a life-saving straw.

Christine looked at Peter in astonishment.

Although she suspected that Peter was Spider-Man, she never thought that he would be connected to some wizard of fate.

"I'm sorry, Doctor Strange, as much as I want to help, there's nothing I can do."

"No, Peter, you must know something! Please, tell me!"

Strange's tone became increasingly rapid and painful.

Peter didn't expect the other person to become so emotional.

He thought Doctor Strange would be an absolutely rational guy.

"I'm not some wizard who can see the future."

Peter frowned and said to him, "Doctor Strange, I'm sorry."

"Strange, don't do this."

Christine said with some reluctance.

"I know what I'm doing."

Strange said to her with an excited tone and red eyes: "You and I both know that Peter is not an ordinary person!"

"I"

Christine wanted to explain, but suddenly remembered the case information about Peter that she saw from Ryan.

She was suddenly speechless.

Peter, who was standing next to him, was speechless when he heard the two people directly say that he was not an ordinary person.

I'm still here, shouldn't you guys stay away?

"I have to go, Doctor Strange. I hope you get well soon."

Peter said to the two of them, preparing to leave.

Although he could solve his problem by simply telling Strange to find the Ancient One.

But it's not time yet.

Besides, this guy doubted what I knew. If I really told him about Gu Yi, he would probably doubt even more that I knew he had a car accident.

Christine looked at Peter's leaving back and sighed helplessly.

"Strange, you will definitely recover."

She whispered to comfort her friend.

But Strange, whose eyes turned gray, did not say anything and just stood there in a daze.

night.

As night officially falls, a car is driving on a lifeless road covered with withered leaves.

Christine drove the car and took Strange home.

"You should get more rest, Strange."

Christine said to him, "You were busy with work before, maybe... you could take this opportunity to rest a little more."

"rest?"

Strange shook his head. "Sitting at home with nothing to do, unable to pick up a scalpel, unable to do anything? That to me is like having cobras and mongooses living together in a small apartment, recording them, and putting them on MTV."

"You'll have to get used to this, Strange."

"Then let me die."

Christine was a little speechless, and after a while she said quietly: "We will all die, Strange."

"But wasting a meaningless life is more painful to me than death."

"You're too pessimistic, Strange."

"pessimistic?"

Strange said in a slightly cold tone: "This is a self-judgment under rationality."

"Rational? Just like what you said to Peter Parker before, you absurdly thought that he knew about your car accident a long time ago. This is not rational."

Kristen said in a somewhat unhappy tone.

"We all know he's not a normal person."

Strange turned and looked at her, "You know him better than I do, right?"

"Yes, I knew he was unusual from the beginning, but he definitely has nothing to do with fortune-telling or anything like that."

Strange's tone turned cold, "But you never told me, did you?"

Hearing such blunt words from the other party, Christine remained silent.

After a while, she said to her friend, "You are no longer like yourself, Doctor Strange."

"It is fate that wants me to become someone different from myself, to make a different choice, to accept my fate. I want to say, Fuck! Never! You know what? I will not follow the path of fate."

Strange said excitedly: "Because I have lost too much, I can only go down one path."

In order to realize his childhood dream, he chose to become a doctor. For this reason, he even did not attend his father's funeral, and his younger brother also died in front of him.

“There’s never just one path.”

Christine also got angry, "Because you only see one path, you are arrogant, Strange, and you never care about what others think. You believe that you can get anything you want with your own hands. You don't care about anything."

She completely exploded, "You think the doctors in the hospital are all trash, everyone is dispensable in your eyes, money and honor are what you want to pursue, not only are you estranged from your family, even Madeline can't stand you like this."

(Madeleine: Strange's ex-girlfriend, UN translator)
"You are trapped in pain now, Strange, like a mouse in a mousetrap, because you know that even if you were given a second chance, if you could go back in time and choose, you would choose the wrong path every time, the path you could not live with, the path that would constantly remind you that you were not a normal path."

"Squeak!"

As she burst out with the full words, she slammed on the brakes.

She breathed deeply, her eyes red as she stared at the night outside.

After saying this, she immediately regretted it.

Strange was completely stunned and looked at her in shock.

"Is that who I am to you, Christine?"

“Not me.”

Christine wanted to apologize to him.

But Strange said in a colder tone: "Then why are you here? Pity me?"

"NO, I have not."

Strange nodded and looked at her with irrational eyes, "Yes, we are not friends, nor lovers. You are here because you like to watch tragedies, right? Christine, you like to watch tragedies! Poor Stephen, look how pitiful he is. There is a hapless social outcast who needs me."

"As long as I give him some guidance and help him face life again, my glorious resume as a doctor will be added to another chapter. Oh my God! It's a very happy day!"

Christine looked at him in astonishment. The Strange in front of her was so strange.

She couldn't expect the other party to say such sarcastic and cruel words.

She shook her head in disappointment.

"I think I'll have to go."

She opened the car door and prepared to leave.

The headlights of a car ahead illuminated the road.

A Toyota car rushed over at full speed.

Because Christine was still a little dizzy at this time, she didn't notice the speeding car at all.

Although the driver noticed Christine, it was too late.

"squeak!"

The car brakes screeched.

Then, in front of Strange's shocked and disbelieving gaze, he bumped into Christine.

With a "bang", Christine fell in a pool of blood instantly.

The air seemed to be stagnant.

Strange felt that everything around him was in slow motion, as if time had been stopped.

At first I felt nothing, any emotion left my mind, and then there was an uncontrollable pain.

"No! No! No!"

He pushed open the car door, staggered to Christine, and looked at the dying woman.

"Help! Help!"

His heart was filled with regret and pain, and he cried out heart-wrenchingly.

(End of this chapter)