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

Lane'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 the rich people who were cured by him should like him."

Peter was a little stunned. How dare you question other people's medical ethics?

Not noticing Peter's expression, Dr. Lane showed a trace of dissatisfaction on his face, "He is an indifferent doctor."

"Well, I understand."

Peter nodded, "I hate this colleague of yours."

"Of course, a conceited and proud person like him will one day be cornered."

Dr. Lane, who had a strong opinion of Strange, said some cursed words.

"Nobody likes him, he's a complete efficiencyist."

After hearing this, Peter nodded after a while, "Maybe, I hope your curse will not come true."

In the future, Strange broke his hand in a car accident, lost the magic of the "Hand of God", and became a cripple unable to undergo surgery.

This Doctor Strange really has no way out in the future.

If it weren't for magic, I would probably have been in a state of confusion for the rest of my life.

"Thank you for your diagnosis and treatment, Dr. Lane."

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

"The treatment fee will still be charged to 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 already walking quickly towards Strange.

"Whoosh!"

The dagger that shone with cold light suddenly stabbed Strange's chest.

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

Subconsciously, he raised his arms to block.

"laugh!"

The sharp dagger stabbed his palm, and blood immediately spattered out.

Seeing that the blow failed, the man in the trench coat swung his left fist and hit Strange in the face.

Enduring the pain in his palm, Strange responded and tilted his head back.

The man in the trench coat quickly missed his punch, but he couldn't hold back the force in time.

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

Strange actually saw two of the opponent's fingers being broken, and he even heard the snapping sound of broken bones.

Like someone breaking a branch over their knees.

When the blow failed, the man in the trench coat slammed into Strange, then raised the dagger, preparing to stab him again.

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

Seeing the gleaming dagger getting closer and closer to him, Strange's inner fear also amplified.

If his hands were pierced, he would lose everything and lose the qualification to be a doctor.

At this time, everyone in the hospital corridor was shocked to see Strange and the man in the trench coat fighting each other.

The nurses who reacted first quickly called the guards.

The other hospital patients immediately fled this dangerous place after making a commotion.

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

With a "bang" sound, these hands that seemed more delicate than his own firmly grasped the wrist of the man in the windbreaker.

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

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

Strange was also shocked by the scene in front of him.

He subconsciously looked back and found Peter Parker standing behind him.

He was extremely impressed by the guy who had slapped him, so he recognized him at first sight.

"Let go!"

The man in the trench coat gritted his teeth fiercely and said to Peter with red eyes.

Peter looked at him coldly and let go of his wrist.

Before he could react, Peter casually punched forward.

"Bang!"

The man in the trench coat was punched in the chest and stepped back as if struck by lightning.

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

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

Being stared at by the man in the trench coat with resentment and fear, Peter turned to look at Strange disapprovingly.

Strange held his bleeding right hand, and after he came to his senses, he looked at Peter in shock.

What power is this? !

"Are you okay, Doctor Strange?"

"I"

Strange exhaled forcefully, "I'm fine, it's probably just a skin injury. Thank you, Mr. Parker."

Counting the last time his brother had a car accident, the other party had already helped him twice.

"If it weren't for your help, I'm afraid these hands of mine would have..."

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

"You're welcome, I just did it casually. I felt a little sorry to see a pair of magical hands destroyed like this, so I accidentally stepped forward. Maybe I will also use your 'Hands of God' in the future."

Peter glanced at his hands and said calmly.

Although I am very curious whether Doctor Strange will become a "waste" in advance without his own help.

But considering that the opponent's hands might be useful to him, he took action to stop this scene.

"Forehead"

Hearing Peter explain his motives in this way, Strange was a little speechless.

Is it necessary to be so straightforward?

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

There was a commotion in the corridor, and several security guards quickly came to control 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 bandaged his hand injury with the help of Christine.

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

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

Among the crowd of onlookers in the corridor, a man in a black suit and red sunglasses watched the scene in front of him.

Until everyone left, he turned to Peter's back and watched 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 that he was being located by a higher-level existence, and the feeling of uneasiness instantly invaded his whole body.

Although he couldn't see, his senses were particularly sharp.

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