Chapter 54 Why Death Always Favors Me
The rain is getting heavier.

Gwen stood outside the coffee shop under an open umbrella to avoid the rain.

Peter stood beside her.

"I'm so sorry, Peter."

Gwen wiped the traces of rain on her face and apologized to Peter in a depressed mood, "I don't know why Dad would do this."

“Maybe this is not what he really meant.”

Peter stood at the edge of the umbrella, watching the falling raindrops, and said to Gwen in a nonchalant tone: "You and I both know that Sheriff Stacy is not someone who is so irritable and easily swayed by emotions. This is not like the normal Sheriff Stacy."

When Gwen heard what Peter said, she thought about it carefully and realized that there was something wrong with her father just now.

She didn't notice it just now because she was angry, but now she thought about it calmly and immediately realized that something was wrong.

He has a bad temper, is violent, does not distinguish right from wrong, and often points a gun at people. An ordinary father would never be like this.

"Yes, that behavior just now is not like the usual father at all. It seems that there is something wrong with his body."

Gwen recalled the details of the argument she had just had with her father.

“Maybe there’s something we don’t know about.”

She suddenly felt a little regretful for speaking to her father like that.

Now that she has been drenched by the rain, Gwen has calmed down and wants to go back to see what has happened to her father and why he seems like a different person.

"I have to go back to see Dad."

Gwen put on her hood and scurried back out into the rain, "I'll call you later."

Peter stood under the umbrella and watched Gwen's back gradually disappear.

Forest Hills.

Peter sat at the desk in front of the window, looking at the red business card in his hand.

The rain outside hasn't stopped yet, it's still dripping.

The information on the red business card belongs to Matt Murdoch, with his address and phone number.

Putting down the business card, Peter opened his laptop and typed "Matt Murdock" into the search bar.

All the information about the lawyer appeared on the screen.

Sliding the mouse and looking at the lines of text, Peter fell into deep thought.

It seems that the Daredevil in this world is not a good guy.

Daredevil, who has many connections with gangs and often helps villains get away with crimes, doesn't have a very good reputation in New York.

The world he lives in is not the Marvel world he knows.

Closing the notebook, he turned his chair so that his body was facing the calendar on the wall.

But this should be normal.

Instead of being bitten by a spider, Gwen was bitten by a radioactive spider and became Spider-Man.

This kind of development has long proved that this world is abnormal.

Standing up, he gently touched his chest, and his thoughts began to spread.

If he was not in the main world and had not become Spider-Man, it would mean that Uncle Ben might not be sacrificed.

Who will sacrifice for Spider-Man?
Yourself or someone else?
Suddenly.

A name suddenly popped into his mind.

"Om~"

Just as he was lost in his speculation, his cell phone suddenly rang.

The caller ID showed it was Gwen.

With a bad feeling in his heart, Peter pressed the connect button.

The moment the call was connected, Gwen's crying voice came, "Peter, something happened to my dad!"

Sure enough, my bad premonition came true.

Peter stands outside the operating room at New York-Presbyterian Hospital.

Gwen sobbed quietly.

Excessive sadness made her body tremble continuously. "What did the doctor say, Gwen?"

Peter waited until Gwen calmed down a little before asking her.

"The doctor said that Dad has suffered some kind of anaphylactic shock and is still in danger."

Gwen's face was covered with tears. "When I pushed the door and entered the office, my father had already fallen to the ground and passed out. I didn't know what happened."

As she spoke, two lines of tears flowed down her face.

"Don't worry, everything will be fine."

Peter was silent for a moment, looked up at the operating room, and then took out something wrapped in oil paper from his arms.

"Here is fifty thousand dollars. Pay the fee first."

Gwen took the money Peter handed to her in a daze.

"No!"

After she realized what was happening, she subconsciously refused, "This is the money for your medical treatment."

Even though she was a little short of money now, she didn't want to spend Peter's money.

"My illness is almost cured. If you don't believe me, I can ask a doctor to prove it."

Reaching out his hand, Peter patted Gwen's blonde hair. "You lent me money before, you won't accept my money now, right?"

Gwen suddenly had the urge to hug Peter and cry.

Fighting the urge, Gwen wiped away her tears and nodded heavily.

"Thank you, I'll get it to you as soon as possible."

"I'll go ask the doctor. You wait here."

After saying something to Gwen, Peter turned and walked towards the doctor's office.

Even as Spider-Man, Gwen is still a fragile girl.

Will the growth of a superhero really be accompanied by sacrifice and death?
Shaking his head, he pushed the thought out of his mind.

Do you believe in this kind of fatalism?!

A few minutes later.

In Dr. Strange's office, Peter asked him about George Stacy's condition.

"In fact, we have seen a similar condition in another person before, Sheriff Stacy."

Strange hesitated and said, "But I'm not sure."

Peter nodded slowly and asked, "It was the man who attacked you, right?"

"Yes, Dan Steele, he also suffered from this strange shock symptom."

Although Strange was curious about how Peter knew this, he did not dwell on the issue.

He told Peter: "Dan died within a day after falling into a coma. I'm worried that Sheriff Stacy will fall into the same situation."

"Aren't you the 'Hand of God'?"

Peter frowned at him, "Doctor Strange, don't tell me there's nothing you can do."

"The time is too short. Even if I want to study this disease, it is impossible to solve it in just one day."

Strange put down his pen and said, "I'm a doctor, not a magician."

"Aren't your hands considered to be able to work miracles? No matter what, Dr. Strange, don't give up so easily."

Peter said as he glanced out the door.

After coming out of Strange's office, Peter went back outside the operating room and found no sign of Gwen.

Finally he found Gwen sitting on a chair not far away, hugging her knees with her head buried in them.

"I heard your conversation with the doctor, Peter."

Her voice was muffled. "My mother, Helen, was very kind to me, and my father loved her, too. I always thought I was very lucky in life."

"Until I went to my first funeral, my mother's. Some kids think that death always happens to other people, but I didn't. If there is one constant, it's that death always favors Gwen Stacy."

She raised her tearful face and asked, "Why does fate treat me like this?"

(End of this chapter)