Kapitel 54: Chapter 54: Why does death always favor me?
The rain is getting heavier.
Gwen stands in the open umbrella outside the coffee shop to shelter from the rain.
Peter stood next to her.
"I'm so sorry, Peter."
"I . .... I don't know why Dad did what he did when Gwen wiped the traces of rain off her face and apologized to Peter in a downcast mood."
"Maybe it didn't come from his heart."
Peter stood at the edge of the umbrella, watching the falling raindrops, and said to Gwen in a disinterested tone, "I know as well as you do that Sheriff Stacy wouldn't be such a grouchy and easily swayed by his emotions, it's not like the normal Sheriff Stacy."
Gwen heard Peter say that, and after thinking about it carefully, she realized that something was really wrong with her father just now.
She hadn't noticed it just now when she was in a fit of anger, but now she immediately realized that something was wrong after a moment of calm reflection.
Having a short temper, carrying a violent tendency, not distinguishing between right and wrong, and not moving to raise a gun at someone, the usual father would not be like this at all.
"Yes, that behavior just now was not at all like the usual father, and it looks like there's something wrong with his body as well."
Gwen recalled the details of the argument with her father just now.
"Maybe in the middle of this ... There's something we don't know."
She suddenly regretted a little that she had spoken to her father like that.
Now that she had been rained on and calmed down, Gwen wanted to return to see what had happened to her father and why he seemed like a different person.
"I have to go back and check on dad."
Gwen put on her hood and ran quickly back out into the pouring rain, "I'll call you later."
Peter stood under the umbrella and watched Gwen's back fade away.
Forest Knolls.
Peter sat at his desk in front of the window, examining the red business card in his hand.
Outside, the rain has not stopped, but is still "pattering".
The information on the red card was from Matt Murdock. The information on the red card was Matt Murdoch's, labeled with his address and phone number.
Putting down the card, Peter opened his laptop and typed "Matt Murdoch" into the search bar. In the search bar, Peter typed in the words "Matt Murdock".
All the information about the lawyer appeared on the screen. Sliding the mouse, looking at the lines of text, Peter fell into a deep thought it seems that this world's Nightmare is not a good person.
The Nightmare Man, who was heavily involved with gangs and often exonerated villains, did not have a good reputation in New York.
This world he was in wasn't the same Marvel world he had perceived himself to be in, closing his notebook he swiveled his chair so that his body was facing the calendar on the wall. That should be normal, though.
Instead of being bitten by a spider himself, Gwen is bitten by a radioactive spider and becomes Spider-Man.
This kind of development has long proved the abnormality of this world, right?
Standing up, he gently touched his chest as his thoughts began to spread.
If he was not in the main world and did not become Spider-Man, it meant that Uncle Ben might not be sacrificed to the heavens then who would be sacrificed to the heavens for Spider-Man?
Himself or someone else?
Suddenly.
A name suddenly broke into his mind.
"Buzz~"
He was in the middle of his conjecture when his cell phone suddenly rang.
The caller ID was Gwen.
With a bad feeling rising in his heart, Peter pressed the connect button.
The moment he answered, Gwen's voice with a sobbing tone came out, "Peter, something happened to my dad!" Sure enough. His own bad premonition was realized.
...
At New York Presbyterian Hospital, Peter stood outside the operating room.
Gwen whimpered.
Excessive grief was causing her body to shake constantly.
"What did the doctor say? Gwen."
Peter waited until Gwen had calmed down a bit and asked her.
"The doctor said that Dad got some kind of anaphylactic shock and is not out of danger yet."
Gwen's face was streaked with tears, "I ... When I pushed my way into the office, dad had already collapsed on the floor and passed out, I don't know what happened ....."
As she spoke, two lines of hot tears welled up on her face.
"Don't worry, everything will be fine.
Peter was silent for a moment, glancing up toward the operating room before pulling a wad of greaseproof paper cradled in his arms.
"Here's fifty thousand dollars, pay the fee first."
Gwen froze and took the money Peter handed to her.
"No!"
She reacted and subconsciously refused, "This is the money for your treatment.
Even though she was a little short of money right now, she didn't want to spend Peter's money.
"I'm pretty much cured, if you don't believe me I can get a doctor to prove it." Reaching out his hand, Peter lightly patted Gwen's blonde hair, "You lent me money before, you won't not accept my money now, right?"
Gwen suddenly had the urge to hug Peter and cry.
Stopping that urge, Gwen wiped away her tears and nodded heavily.
"Thanks, I'll be sure to give it to you as soon as I can."
"I'll go ask the doctor, you wait here."
After rushing to Gwen, Peter turned around and walked towards the doctor's office.
Even after becoming Spider-Man, the current Gwen was still a fragile girl.
Does the growth of a superhero really come with sacrifice and death?
Shaking his head, he shook the thought out of his mind.
One would believe in this kind of fatalism?!
A few minutes later.
Dr. Strange's office, Peter questioned him about George. Stacy's condition.
"Actually, Sheriff Stacy has a condition that we've seen similar in another person."
Strange said hesitantly, "But I'm not certain."
Peter nodded slowly and asked, "It was the man who attacked you, wasn't it? "
"Yes, Dan . Stell, he also suffered from this strange shock symptom."
Strange didn't dwell on the issue although he wondered how Peter knew about it.
He said to Peter, "Dan lasted less than a day before he died after falling into a coma, and I'm afraid . Sheriff Stacy would have fallen into that too."
"Aren't you the 'Hand of God'?"
Peter frowned at him, "Dr. Strange, don't say there's nothing you can do."
"It's too short a time, even if I wanted to study this disease, I couldn't possibly solve it in just one day."
Strange put down the pen in his hand, ""I'm a doctor, not a wizard.""
"Aren't your hands the ones that have been commented on as performing miracles? By all means, Dr. Strange, don't give up so easily."
Peter glanced toward the door as he spoke.
After exiting Strange's office, Peter went back outside the operating room with no sign of Gwen. Finally he spotted Gwen, who was hugging her knees and burying her head in them, in a chair not far away. "I heard you talking to the doctor, Peter."
Her voice was muffled, "My mother... Helen, she was so good to me, and Dad loved her so much, and I always thought I'd been lucky in life."
"Until I went to the first funeral of my life-mother's funeral, and some children think that death always comes to other people, but not me, and if there is anything that is a constant law, it is that death always favors Gwen. Stacy in its favor."
She raised her tear-stained face, "Why should fate do this to me?"
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