The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman

Although he said he would go get the medicine in a while, Peter didn't go until the afternoon, because Matt's leg was bleeding a lot, and he had to change several bandaging methods. After finishing it, it was already afternoon.

Peter didn't have time to eat, he was very hungry, and when he came to the clinic, he smelled a charming fragrance.

Schiller heard the doorbell and came out to see a big boy in a sweater standing at the door, sniffing vigorously, as if trying to inhale the fragrance into his stomach.

Schiller wiped his hands and said, Come in.

Peter scratched his head and said, “Good afternoon, sir, a friend of mine asked me to come here to get medicine, and he said you know.”

Oh, I know. Schiller said, But I have to wait until I finish eating. He shouldn't be in a hurry, right?

Peter said: Fortunately, his bleeding has stopped, but the pain is a bit severe, and he needs some painkillers.

Have you eaten yet? Schiller asked. Peter blushed a little. He thought it might be because his eyes looking at the kitchen were too hot, which was discovered by the doctor.

Schiller said: If you haven't eaten, just stay and eat, or you can take one back for Matt.

As he said that, a little yellow creature ran to the table with a big bowl on it. He twitched his nose vigorously on the bowl in a very humane way, and then licked his lips, as if he couldn't wait any longer.

Schiller made Chinese food, rice, sweet and sour short ribs, hot and sour potato shreds, plus a bowl of tomato and egg soup.

The hungry and flustered Peter stared straight at the dining table, unable to say anything to refuse.

Since gaining the spider ability, Peter's appetite has increased a lot, and he is also very prone to hunger. After eating a whole rice cooker, Peter was really a little embarrassed. He put down the bowl with red ears and said, Really I'm sorry, doctor, I seem to have eaten all of your meals, that... I'll pay for it...

No, there's no need. Schiller said, I was going to make another pot of rice. After all, I have to bring it back to my old friend. There are still some ribs in the pot. You can fill them out and put them away. Go to that lunch box in the cupboard and bring it back to Matt.

The little spider ran to the kitchen and not only made a new pot of rice, but also cleaned the pots and bowls.

Schiller found this version of Spider-Man to be likable.

In contrast, Pikachu ate a round belly. After eating, he spread it on the chair and started snoring. Schiller grabbed his lightning-shaped tail and shook it, saying: Even if someone is in charge of washing today Bowls are not a reason for you to avoid work and throw away the trash.

Oh, sir, I can take it out on the way, said Peter.

Okay, sorry to trouble you, oh, yes, there is no garbage disposal fee in Hell's Kitchen, you go forward, there is a corner, there is a pile of waste, just throw the garbage there.

Holding two large bags of kitchen waste in his hand, Peter turned out from the back door of the clinic, and saw the place Schiller mentioned at a glance. It was a little far from the clinic, and there were a lot of broken bricks and waste wood boards piled up there. There was also some rubbish thrown by other people, piled high and giving off a strong smell.

There are a few beggars next to these garbage dumps, and they all point to other people's leftover or unwanted kitchen garbage to fill their stomachs.

When the little spider walked over, these beggars were on the other side of the waste pile, he didn't see them, maybe he was full, or maybe the Chinese food made by Schiller was too suitable for his taste, the depression in Peter's heart was swept away Empty, he happily carried two bags of garbage, a short sprint, and with a vigorous swing of his arm, he threw the garbage to the top of the waste pile.

Bingo! Peter yelled, which he used to do when he and Uncle Ben went to take out the rubbish, far away, and gave the bin bags a good swipe, hoping they'd land right in the bin.

But he didn't have that much strength before, and it was often Uncle Ben who cleaned up the mess for him. Peter thought, next time he went to throw out the trash, he must show his uncle his current strength.

He threw the garbage bags up, and one of the garbage bags was broken, and there were bones left over from several people's meals, some scraps of meat left over from Schiller's cooking, a bit of unfinished potato shreds, and half a sprout But those beggars wanted to snatch the potatoes from them as if they had seen some peerless delicacy.

The waste pile has become a hill, and the beggars have to step on broken bricks and planks to climb up. Moreover, the top of the waste pile is a triangle formed by several large pieces of broken walls. The beggars struggle to climb up. Climbing, then Peter saw someone picking up trash.

He felt a little embarrassed, so he rushed to the halfway up the rubbish pile, trying to get to the top and take the rubbish down.

The beggars are not Spider-Man with the ability to mutate. They have been hungry for a long time and have no strength. One of the older women was the closest to the top of the mountain, but when she was in a hurry, she broke the piece of waste she was holding. She fell down and lost the support of her hands, and she fell straight backwards.

As soon as Spider-Man stood on the top of the waste pile, he saw a beggar on the opposite side fall down. He reached out to grab it, but he was a step too late.

There is everything in this waste pile, the fragments of wine bottles, steel bars, and spiky wooden boards thrown down by the drunks from upstairs, no matter which one they hit, they will probably lose half their lives.

Fortunately, Peter had supernatural powers. He quickly bent down and caught the beggar who fell down. The dull sound of objects being hit.

Blood splattered, Peter turned his head, and looked at the nearest intersection in disbelief. He was very familiar with the figure that flew out.

That's Daredevil.

A large amount of blood flowed out from the place where he landed. The strong smell of blood covered the world in front of Peter with a hazy red.

He rushed down like crazy, Matt was lying there, countless blood oozing from his eyes, nose and mouth, his spine was twisted into a weird shape, it seemed to be broken.

But he's not dead, it's just that he can't move at all after losing the nerves that connect him to his brain.

Peter was trembling all over, he didn't care much, he quickly hugged Matt, and then rushed in through the back door of Schiller Clinic, he shouted: Doctor! Doctor! Someone needs treatment here!!!

Seeing Matt, Schiller knew that he might have been attacked by his assassin again. He said, The garage is next to it. Put him in the car and take him to the Presbyterian Hospital immediately.

With such a serious injury, I am afraid that only the best hospitals have a chance of rescuing him.

Schiller's rampant racing on the streets of Manhattan still sent Matt to the Presbyterian Hospital at the fastest speed. He still had a bit of face in this hospital, and Matt was quickly sent to the emergency room.

But soon, the attending doctor said to them with a serious face: It is unlikely that this gentleman can be rescued, but unfortunately he has no ability to write a suicide note or an oral will. If you are his relatives, you may go to See him one last time.

Peter was on the verge of collapse, and all the things were connected in series here. He really didn't expect that the one the gangsters wanted to murder that day was the only good guy in Hell's Kitchen--Daredevil Matt.

He couldn't accept that all of this was caused by him. If he went to kill those gangsters when he heard about it, no, or just told Matt about it, he would definitely be more careful.

If he didn't stay in the clinic to eat, but left immediately after taking the medicine, Matt would not come out to find him.

If he hadn't been playful and hadn't thrown those two garbage bags so high, maybe he would have had time to throw Matt down the moment the car rushed out.

He had so many chances to save his friend, but he still failed to do anything.

Daredevil was dying, and Peter couldn't accept that fact at all.

Schiller was very calm. He asked the doctor in charge: Where is his problem mainly? Cardiopulmonary function? Brain surgery? Or intra-abdominal trauma?

The doctor shook his head and said, Neither, there is something wrong with his spine, and I'm afraid the nerves can't be reconnected. Even if he managed to save his life, he won't be able to move for the rest of his life.

Schiller took a deep breath and said, I just want to know if there is any way to save him.

The doctor hesitated for a moment and said, Perhaps Dr. Strange has a solution. He is the best neurosurgeon here, and perhaps he is the only one who can connect so many nerves.

Schiller turned around immediately, and he said: Peter, I'm going to find someone who can save Matt now, but you have to stay here, you know, Matt was sent to the hospital, but those who wanted to kill him didn't I will let it go, after I leave, you must ensure that no one will enter the operating room, and I will come back as quickly as possible.

After speaking, he left immediately.

Peter kept chanting, trembling all over: No one will go in the operating room, no one will go in the operating room, I won't let anyone in...

After Schiller left the hospital, he called Pepper directly and said, I would like the home address of a doctor named Strange.

Pepper didn't ask him why, and soon, he received a string of addresses on his mobile phone, not far from the Presbyterian hospital at all, and it was the most upscale apartment nearby.

Schiller directly turned on the flash, and arrived at the apartment building at the fastest speed. He didn't take the elevator at all, and he didn't intend to knock on the door. He directly flashed several times that could pass through the wall, and appeared behind Strange, who was having afternoon tea. .

Strange heard a little movement, and when he turned his head, a crutch was directly pressed against his Adam's apple.

Listen, I don't have time to talk nonsense with you. A friend of mine was seriously injured and is in the Presbyterian hospital. You are the best neurosurgeon there. Now grab your things and go to the surgery immediately.

Strange showed a ridiculous expression, Schiller let go of the hand holding the crutch, but the crutch was still floating in mid-air, pointing straight at Strange, Strange raised his hands and stepped back, no one with the crutch Hold it, but keep it against his neck.

As soon as Schiller stretched out his hand in the air, Strange's coat hanging on the hanger flew over. Strange stared at the scene in disbelief. Schiller threw the coat to him and said, I I want you to understand that you have no right to refuse now, so follow me immediately.