Chapter 30 If These Hands Could Use Magic

"what's the situation?"

Christine rushed over after receiving the news, looked at the patient being pushed to the emergency room in the ambulance, then looked at Strange who was pushing the ambulance next to him and was out of control, frowned and asked the nurse next to him what happened.

“It was a traffic accident.”

Christine nodded and quickly checked the patient's condition.

"No breathing or pulse. Immediately inject a cardiotonic and send to the operating room."

She told the nurse, "I'll prepare for the surgery."

"Victor! Victor!"

Strange pushed the cart while calling out his brother's name.

When he was pushed into the operating room, Christine asked the nurses and caregivers to stop Strange from entering.

"Strange, your emotions are too unstable. Just wait here."

Christine said to him as she prepared her surgical gown.

"He's my brother, I'm here to do the surgery!"

Strange broke free from the nurse's obstruction and rushed forward and spoke urgently.

Christine was stunned when she heard Strange say that the patient was his brother.

Taking a deep breath, Christine refused: "You are a neurosurgeon, Strange."

"I can do it!"

"No, you can't. Even if you can heal the nerves, you can't make a stopped heart beat again."

"Shut up!"

Strange interrupted her rudely, gasping, "I'll do it!"

"No! You have lost your composure as a doctor now, Strange."

Christine shook her head and turned to walk towards the operating room.

With a bang, the door of the operating room was closed, blocking Strange out.

Four hours later.

Kirsten found Strange sitting in the lounge area, on a public chair, with his head hung in a daze.

"Sorry, Strange."

Victor's injuries were too severe, and even if she tried her best, she couldn't save him.

"No, it's none of your business."

Strange lowered his head and held out his hands before his eyes.

"I thought these hands could save everything, but in the end I found out that I couldn't change anything."

Christine remained silent, not knowing how to comfort her friend.

"When I was very young, I aspired to be a doctor. My sister, Donna, drowned when I was in college. At that time, I was determined to use my hands to prevent such tragedies from happening."

Strange's voice was calm, and he returned to being the proud genius doctor he once again.

"But now, Victor died in front of me again, and I still can't do anything."

He raised his head, looked at Christine with red eyes, and put his hands in front of himself, "This pair of 'hands of God', could it be the 'hands of death'?"

Christine sighed and said, "We can't control everything, Strange. Treating patients may be the reason why we become doctors, but I always believe that treating diseases is the reason why we become doctors. Treating patients is what makes doctors suffer."

Strange listened quietly to what Christine said, lowered his hands, and once again felt the pain of not being able to control his destiny.

"If I could turn back time"

He stared at his hands and murmured: "If these hands, if they could use magic..."

He didn't say anything else, but Christine knew what he wanted to say.

After a few minutes of silence, Strange raised his head and asked Christine, "Did the two people who helped me send Victor leave any information?"

He suddenly remembered Gwen who gave Victor first aid, and Peter who slapped him. "No, they left directly, but they should all be patients of this hospital."

Christine had spoken to Peter before and knew he was a patient of Dr. Lane.

As for how to know Gwen's information.

The girl was taken to the hospital following the tragic fire at Midtown High School.

She paid more attention to the surviving girl and learned her information.

But she was a little surprised that Peter Parker and Gwen knew each other.

"Peter Parker?"

After repeating the name Christine told him, Strange reached out and touched the cheek that had been slapped by the other party.

My red and swollen cheeks still hurt a little.

The other party's eyes and slap left a deep impression on him.

Does he know himself?

Why did I see something in his eyes that made my heart palpitate? !
Strange was in deep confusion.

night.

The main laboratory in the Osborne Enterprise Building.

Norman Osborn, who was in the laboratory, answered the phone anxiously.

"Didn't I tell you? I don't want to be disturbed when I'm in the lab. Tell that bastard that there is no room for negotiation. Not at all."

Norman tightened his tie and spoke angrily to the lawyer on the other end of the phone.

"No, now he has disturbed me, so don't blame me for disturbing him. As a competitor, I should also have this awareness!"

With a "click", Norman hung up the phone.

After dealing with company affairs, he turned his attention to the instruments in the laboratory and the scientists who were doing experiments.

Osborne Industries, Inc. is currently researching a chemical product called "Human Enhancement Formula".

Now that the research has entered an important stage, Norman Osborn's mood has become impetuous.

"This new invention is related to the country's economic lifeline, and also to the company's future and fate."

After muttering to himself, he called the scientist in charge of the experiment and asked him, "What stage is the experiment at now?"

"Mr. Osborn, we are about to enter the human trial phase, and the project is progressing smoothly."

"Good, remember we don't have much time."

After adjusting his suit and tie and giving some instructions to his men, Norman Osborn walked out of the laboratory.

As I walked into the corridor, my cell phone rang.

I picked up my phone and saw that it was an email sent to my mailbox.

Norman turned on his phone and glanced through the email.

This is the information he sent people to investigate about the Midtown High School football game tragedy.

The media reported that the cause of the tragedy was a fire caused by the electrical circuit.

He is well-informed and knows that things are certainly not as simple as the media says.

After all, there were many students and teachers at the scene who witnessed the spider monster killing people with their own eyes, so it would not be easy for the government to conceal it.

The content of this email introduces the detailed situation at the scene at that time, including many students' eyewitness testimonies.

"Is Peter Parker also here?"

When he saw Peter's name, his brows furrowed.

It seems that I need to pay attention to this classmate of Harry who usually looks inconspicuous.

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