Chapter 47: Doctor Strange, Completely at a Lost End

Ryan's office.

"Doctor Strange? Do you have a good impression of him?"

Peter asked Dr. Lane, "Why else would you recommend him?"

Ryan shook his head and said, "Actually, I don't have a very good impression of him, but those rich people he cured should like him."

Peter was a little stunned. How dare you question other people's medical ethics?
Not noticing Peter's expression, Dr. Ryan's face showed a hint of indignation, "He is an indifferent doctor."

"oh, I understand now."

Peter nodded. "You really hate your colleague."

"Of course, a conceited and proud person like him will eventually run out of options."

Dr. Ryan, who had a grudge against Strange, uttered words that sounded like a curse.

"No one likes him. He is a complete efficiency man."

After hearing this, Peter nodded after a while, "Maybe, I hope your curse won't come true."

In the future, Strange broke his hand in a car accident and lost the magic of "Hand of God", becoming a disabled person who could not undergo surgery.

This Doctor Strange really has nowhere to go in the future.

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

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

Peter packed up the CT images and the fruit knife that cut his palm, and prepared to leave.

"The treatment fee has been paid into the original account. See you next time."

As he spoke, he opened the door and walked out.

At the same time, the guy in the black windbreaker in the corridor was walking quickly towards Strange.

"Whoosh!"

The dagger, flashing with cold light, suddenly stabbed towards Strange's chest.

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

Subconsciously, he raised his arms to block.

"laugh!"

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

Seeing that his attack failed, the man in the windbreaker swung his left fist and hit Strange in the face.

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

The windbreaker man's punch quickly missed, but he was unable to retract his force in time.

With a "bang", the opponent's fist hit the wall hard.

Strange clearly saw two of the other person's fingers being broken, and he even heard the snapping sound of broken bones.

It was like someone breaking a twig on their knee.

The attack failed, so the man in the windbreaker slammed into Strange, then raised the dagger, ready to stab him again.

Strange staggered, and just as he was trying to maintain his balance, the dagger came towards his wrist.

As he watched the dagger flashing with cold light getting closer and closer to him, Strange's fear grew.

If my hands were pierced, I would lose everything and lose my qualifications as a doctor.

At this time, everyone in the hospital corridor was stunned to see Strange and the man in the windbreaker wrestling with each other.

The nurses who reacted first quickly called the guards.

The other hospital patients, after making a lot of noise, immediately fled from this dangerous place.

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

With a "bang", the pair of hands that looked more delicate than his own firmly grasped the windbreaker man's wrist.

The man in the windbreaker looked at the stranger who suddenly appeared in shock.

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

Strange was also stunned by the scene before him. He subconsciously looked back and found Peter Parker standing behind him.

He had a very deep impression of this guy who had slapped him once, so he recognized him at first sight.

“Let go!”

The man in the windbreaker said to Peter with red eyes and gritted his teeth.

Peter looked at him coldly and released his wrist.

Without waiting for him to react, Peter casually threw another punch forward.

"Oh!"

The man in the windbreaker, who was punched in the chest, stepped back as if struck by lightning.

Finally, he took a few steps back to the corner, his back hit the wall, and he sat down on the ground.

He wanted to stand up due to the severe pain all over his body, but found that he didn't even have the strength to move.

Being stared at with resentment and fear by the man in the windbreaker, Peter turned his head and looked at Strange disapprovingly.

Strange covered his bleeding right hand, and after coming to his senses, he looked at Peter in astonishment.

What power is this? !

"Are you alright, Doctor Strange?"

"I"

Strange exhaled forcefully, "I'm fine, it should be just a superficial wound, thank you, Mr. Parker."

Including the last time when his brother had a car accident, the other party has helped him twice.

"If it weren't for your help, I'm afraid my hands would have been..."

He raised his hands in front of his eyes, trembling with fear.

"You're welcome. I just did it for the sake of convenience. I felt a little sorry to see a pair of magical hands destroyed like this, so I stood up accidentally. Maybe I will use your 'Hand of God' in the future."

Peter glanced at his hands and said lightly.

Although I am curious whether Doctor Strange would become a "waste man" earlier without my help.

But considering that the other party's hands might be useful to him, he took action to stop it.

"Forehead"

Strange was speechless after hearing Peter explain his motives in this way.

Does it need to be so straightforward?

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

There was a commotion in the corridor, and several security guards quickly came over and controlled the man in the windbreaker.

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

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

Strange explained to Christine what had just happened.

After handing his business card to Peter and thanking him again, Strange went to bandage his hand injury with the help of Christine.

Seeing that the incident was over, the crowd of onlookers gradually began to disperse.

Peter took a look at the business card, put it away, and turned to leave.

Among the crowd of people watching in the corridor, a man in a black suit and red sunglasses was watching the scene happening in front of him.

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

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

The man in red sunglasses suddenly felt a palpitation.

It seemed as if I was being located by a higher-level being, and a feeling of uneasiness instantly invaded my whole body.

Although he cannot see, his senses are particularly acute.

With a warning in his heart, he immediately shifted his attention away from Peter and left quickly.

(End of this chapter)