I am not Spider-Man because I am parasitized by an alien!

Ten minutes ago.

NewYork-Presbyterian Hospital.

As soon as Strange pushed open the office door, he was punched in the head.

Without any psychological expectations, he groaned in pain, covered his head and stepped back, hitting the desk with a bang.

When he opened his eyes, what he saw was his younger brother - Victor, walking towards him menacingly.

"Victor?!"

Strange, who was covering his head, saw that the person coming was his brother, and his anger instantly surged.

"Are you crazy?"

"Yes, I'm crazy. Let me see you, a cold-blooded animal."

Victor clenched his fists and walked towards him step by step.

"If you were a normal person, wouldn't you rush over immediately after receiving the call that your father had passed away? But you just said 'I understand' and hung up the phone."

Victor called him last night to inform him of his father's death.

In the end, Strange just said "I got it" lightly and hung up the phone.

Victor, who was completely angered by Strange, rushed from Philadelphia to New York overnight to teach his cold-blooded brother a lesson.

Strange calmed himself down and explained: "I originally wanted to go."

"But you have more important things to do than your family, right?"

Victor, who snorted coldly, interrupted him.

Strange raised his hands and said calmly: "Yes, I am a doctor. You won't understand. The lives of others completely depend on my hands!"

Victor did not accept his brother's argument and said with a cold face: "You are right, I don't want to understand you at all, because you are just a stupid and cowardly man!"

"What?!"

"I don't know about the 'Hand of God', but in the final analysis, Doctor Strange, you are just afraid of failure."

Victor's words made Strange freeze for a moment.

"Dr. Strange, it would be easier to put on a white coat and pretend to be a hero than to stand in front of my father and me and face the reality of being powerless."

Victor, who continued to mock Strange, shook his head contemptuously and turned to leave.

Watching his brother's leaving figure, Strange struggled with pain in his heart.

Ever since he became a doctor and became famous, his relationship with his family has gradually become estranged.

"Bang!"

A hammer hit the desk, and Strange breathed heavily.

After taking a few deep breaths, he calmed himself down.

Although he wanted to slap Victor just now, he always felt guilty for his family.

He didn't want the brotherly relationship to be severed like this, so he gathered his mood, walked out of the office quickly, and chased after his brother.

At the entrance of the hospital, Strange grabbed Victor's clothes and apologized: "Hey, listen, Victor, I'm sorry about everything. I originally wanted to rush over, but something happened in the meantime."

"What's the use of talking about it now, Doctor Strange, dad is dead and nothing you say can save him."

Victor shook his head at him, took off his hand, and walked quickly to the other side of the road.

Perhaps because he was too angry, he didn't notice the car speeding towards him on the other side of the road.

"Bang!"

The black Lexus car hit Victor hard.

The frightened driver even forgot to press the brakes. After the car changed direction, it rushed straight towards the cafe next to it.

The glass shattered with a "boom" and he rushed into the cafe.

Because everything happened so fast, only in a moment.

Strange only heard a harsh, dull crash, and his brother lay on the ground.

Time goes back to the present.

Peter raised his head and cast his gaze on Strange, who stumbled over.

With a "bang", Strange knelt down in front of his brother, tremblingly stretched out his hand towards Victor's face.

Gwen looked at everything in front of her at a loss.

After she stood up, she looked at Peter for help, wanting to ask him what he should do now?

Peter shook his head at Gwen, indicating that she didn't need to do anything.

"No! No! Victor! No, don't leave me, no, why? Why?!"

With a trembling voice, he hugged Victor's face, his body shaking as if he was attacked by severe cold.

"Why would God do this to me! Victor, it's all my fault, don't. Don't leave, please, please."

Gwen, who was next to her, couldn't bear to see Strange's pain.

Although she didn't know Strange, she knew that the person lying on the ground must be someone very important to him.

Taking a deep breath, Gwen said to Strange, who was in pain: "Sir, his breathing has stopped, but if first aid is taken now, there should be a chance."

Strange seemed to have not heard Gwen's words and was completely trapped in his own world.

The emotions of pain, self-blame, and guilt made his brain seem to have shut down and he could not hear any sound.

"Sir, I can take first aid measures on him, can you get out of the way?"

Gwen wanted to perform chest compressions on the other person, so she reminded the other person again.

Strange still had no reaction.

Peter, standing next to him, frowned slightly.

He thought Doctor Strange was always the arrogant doctor, but he didn't expect that there was such a past.

The person lying down should be his relative.

Watching a relative die in front of him could indeed cause a person to have an emotional breakdown.

"Peter?"

Seeing that he couldn't persuade Strange, Gwen looked at Peter again for help.

Sighing, Peter grabbed Strange, who was lying on the ground.

Then he stretched out his hand to his face and slapped him hard.

"Pah!"

The loud slap hit Strange's face, making his ears buzz.

"Doctor Strange, if you don't want him to die like this, you'd better not lie here and cry like a coward."

Strange, who was scolded by Peter, looked at the face in front of him in shock, which made him feel very familiar.

Then he turned his head to the side mechanically and looked at Gwen who was doing CPR for Victor.

He nodded repeatedly as if waking up from a dream.

"Yes, yes, an ambulance, call an ambulance first, Victor is not dead yet, and I am a doctor, let me do it!"

He struggled to break free from Peter and staggered towards Victor who was lying on the ground.

Just at this time, the ambulance from the Presbyterian Hospital had arrived.

The emergency doctor briefly checked Victor's condition and quickly put him in the ambulance.