Chapitre 25: Chapter 25: What to do？ There's been a big misunderstanding.
"Are you okay? Peter?"
Harry asked worriedly, seeing that his best friend sitting next to him seemed a little off.
"I'm fine."
Enduring the strange sensations coming from his body, Peter acted as if nothing had happened.
With his heart beating rapidly and a swelling sensation coming from his chest, the feeling of vomiting rolled around in his throat and throat, as if the alien embryo in his body was getting restless.
Uncle Ben, who was sitting to his left, also noticed that something was wrong with him.
Uncle Ben looked at his nephew's somewhat white face and hurriedly asked, "Are you not feeling well? Peter."
"Just a little breathless, it's fine, I'll just go out for some air."
Peter squeezed out a forced smile to Uncle Ben, trying his best to keep himself from revealing any abnormalities.
Walking out of the church, Peter covered his chest and breathed heavily.
Only after he had slowed down for a few minutes did this uncomfortable feeling, slowly dissipate.
Gazing at the plants in the flower garden in front of the church, Peter tried his best to steady his breathing.
Pulling out his cell phone, he dialed Dr. Lane's number and told the person he was now going for a checkup. After sending a text message to Uncle Ben, he quickly rushed to Presbyterian Hospital.
...
Presbyterian Hospital, Dr. Ryan's office.
Dr. Lane, by now, had helped Peter finish his physical examination.
"Well? What's the change of the tumor in my body?"
Peter frowned and asked Dr. Ryan.
He suspected that the previous physical discomfort was the work of the alien embryo inside his body.
"It looks as if it has grown, I had previously thought that this being had gone into a long hibernation, but apparently it hasn't, in addition to being more closely connected to your body's organs, this translucent egg shell outside of its body is larger."
Dr. Lane stared at the CT image map on the table and frowned, "I'm one hundred percent certain now that it's not a tumor."
"But if further knowledge of the changes your body has produced is needed, I think ... It's best to take your blood for a more accurate examination, and the cellular organization and genetic changes need to be examined as well."
Facing Ryan's renewed offer to draw blood for tests, Peter shook his head.
"As I said, this matter does not need to be brought up again."
After a few moments of silence, he asked Dr. Lane, "If it breaks out, how long do you think it will take at the earliest."
Dr. Lane pondered for a moment and shook his head, "I don't know, generally speaking there is no strict time period for the level of nutritional intake of a parasitic organism."
"The nutritional health of the host, the amount of nutritional intake, and even gender, as well as differences in bodily functions such as those of an old person and a child, may also affect the speed of its intake."
Dr. Lane, who hesitated for a moment, raised his head and continued, "But I don't think we can treat this creature inside you as an ordinary parasitic organism."
Peter slowly nodded his head after hearing this.
Dr. Ryan then continued, "The symptoms you just had in your body, the rapid heartbeat and vomiting ..... These things might mean that the 'it' in your body has entered a new stage."
"A new stage of evolution?"
"Yes."
"You might want to pay attention to the changes that have been occurring in your body lately."
Dr. Lane collected the CT imaging chart and handed it to Peter.
"I'll prescribe some inhibitory targeting drugs, perhaps these will inhibit 'its' rate of nutrient absorption, and I'll prescribe some more drugs for the palpitations and vomiting and the feeling of swelling in the chest and abdomen that you described.
Despite feeling that the drugs were of little use, he offered to dispense some of them to Peter.
After all, he had taken the other party's money, and he felt a little weak holding the money if he just moved his lips.
Half an hour later.
Coming out of Dr. Ryan's hospital room, Peter walked along the corridor ready to leave.
Walking slowly he fell into deep thought.
This shadow of death that could ga off at any time followed him like a shadow. In this respect, he was really what Mrs. Webb called "the hand of death".
Looks like it's time to step up the plan to become Spider-Man.
My past life self remembers that Peter . Parker was bitten by a spider at a bioscience fair.
Hopefully the turbulence set off by his butterfly wings wouldn't interfere with that event.
Walking to the elevator and waiting, Peter pressed the button for the elevator to go down.
"Ding!"
The elevator doors opened,, and a face appeared that he didn't expect to see.
"Peter?!"
Gwen looked at Peter in front of her in shock.
After dealing with the endless police, she thought of walking around the hospital, not expecting to meet Peter here.
"Well, good morning, Gwen."
Peter greeted her calmly, "I was just on my way to see you."
"Good morning, Peter."
Gwen stepped quickly out of the elevator and walked briskly over to Peter.
"You went to see why I'm on this floor?"
She gestured towards the floor sign, a look of "Don't you lie to me!" all over her face.
"This is all oncology!"
It instantly occurred to Gwen that she had seen, earlier in the café, that Peter had been present in this very hospital.
At that time she hadn't had the heart to ask.
Now that he was resting at Presbyterian Hospital himself, he saw Peter appear on the oncology floor again.
Could ...
bad feeling grow inside her.
It can't be!
No! No!
God wouldn't be so cruel to himself!
Gwen took a deep breath and forced herself to calm down.
She was just about to speak when her eyes suddenly caught sight of the medication in Peter's hand.
Agitated, she grabbed the drug in Peter's hand.
"This is . ..... What is this! Peter!
There was a tremor in Gwen's voice.
"Some medicine for trauma, bought for you."
At this moment, Peter tried his best to put on a calm demeanor.
Although Gwen was also recuperating from her injuries at the Presbyterian Hospital, he didn't expect Gwen to appear on this floor.
"No! It's not!"
Gwen said with as much emotion as she could suppress, "I . . i know what it is, it's a drug for tumors. I know that my mother took it!"
Gwen's mother had died when she was very young, so Gwen knew what it stood for.
"Why didn't you tell me? Peter!"
Gwen, who was having an emotional breakdown, had tears in her eyes.
Not true!
It quickly occurred to Gwen that Peter had once said to himself:From ancient times to the future, everyone we can imagine, everyone we can't, all species that are alive, that aren't alive, everything will eventually die.
"I'm... I'm sorry, I should have noticed, I I... Should have guessed ..."
Gwen, unable to control her emotions any longer, hugged Peter at once.
Gwen's voice trembled, hugged Peter tightly, and said with a sobbing voice: "I don't want to lose you, Peter!"
Peter, who was hugged by Gwen, hesitated for a moment and slowly wrapped his arms around Gwen's shoulders.
What to do?
This misunderstanding seems a bit big.
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