After lying in the hospital for a day and a night, Peter, who was in a state of anxiety, applied for discharge. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 infoMatt is still in danger, he is very weak and needs his own help. This was not the result of Peter's analysis, but rather a feeling in his mind that it was as if it was nothing, completely inexplicable.

Ever since his connection to the Force Ocean, Peter has always had a vague sense of concern for something in the future. This inexplicable sense of foreknowledge is often very vague and inaccurate, and it is almost useless in normal times, and it is often only after something has happened that there is a feeling of sudden realization, as in the case of 'it turns out that what I felt before is this'.

And this time, Peter sincerely hoped that this sense of foreknowledge of his was accurate.

Of course, Peter's request to be discharged from the hospital was immediately rejected by the hospital, and after Peter showed a very resolute attitude, his attending physician himself stood up and began to persuade Peter in earnest.

"Trust me, Mr. Parker, nothing will be more important than your injury." The doctor's expression was serious, but he looked at Peter as if he were looking at an idiot. It is estimated that not many people will be discharged from the hospital the next night after suffering muscle strains and comminuted fractures in their arms. You know, the other party's edema was quite severe when it was sent in, and now it is not even a plaster.

"Your injuries are so severe that even in the best of circumstances, there may be some permanent damage. In the absence of medical care, if your arm injury worsens, you will most likely need to have an amputation. That's an outcome that no one wants to see. You know..."

Seeing that the rhythm of the doctor's tirade was going to continue, Peter immediately silenced the other party with facts. He raised his right hand and greeted the doctor. Then he picked up the teacup next to his bed and poured a cup of coffee for the doctor.

"This—" The doctor stared at Peter's right-arm, which was already moving freely, for a long time, and then began to look through the medical report in his hand again. After carefully checking the sides of the paper in his hand, he immediately leaned up to Peter, grabbed Peter's right arm, and carefully looked left and right.

"Dr. Lockhart, what are you doing?" said Peter, helplessly, but the doctor quickly interrupted him.

"Move your wrists." He said quite seriously, and Peter could only obediently do as the doctor did.

"Clench your fists and open your hands again."

"Hmm." Peter reluctantly continued to do so.

"Move your ring and index fingers."

"No problem, but how long will this thing be done?" and Peter asked, seeing that the doctor didn't stop at all. However, the doctor glared him back.

"Wait until I'm satisfied!"

When this series of tests was completed, there were two more doctors in Peter's room. They looked at Peter and the report in their hands with the eyes of an alien, and Peter finally felt that the matter seemed to be a bit of a big deal.

"It's a misdiagnosis," one of the doctors said subconsciously, while the other glared at him, causing him to stop immediately. Admitting misdiagnosis is something that cannot be easily said in front of the patient, and it will be difficult to deal with it if the patient insists on causing trouble.

"So, I'm able to get out of the hospital now, right?" Peter, who didn't want to make any more of a fuss, secretly used psychic hints, and the experts nodded stupidly. Peter, who really didn't want to wait for any more, immediately cleared himself out of the hospital with astonishing efficiency, and was allowed to walk out of the hospital door less than half an hour later.

"I think we should check it again," Dr. Lockhart muttered, and several doctors next to him nodded in agreement.

As soon as he walked out of the hospital gate, Peter's pretended relaxed expression suddenly collapsed, and a cold sweat cut down his head. His right arm emitted a throbbing pain that made the corners of his mouth twitch.

Even with the Force's passive acceleration of regeneration, such a severe and complex injury is naturally not something that can be done quickly in a day or night. At present, his muscle damage has only recovered fifty or sixty percent, and the repair of cracks in his bones is only the first step, and it is impossible to be completely good without two or three days of cultivation.

However, Matt couldn't wait that long.

When he got out of the hospital, Peter was confused. New York City is so big that finding Matt on his own is undoubtedly difficult. Now he doesn't even know where to start.

He opened his mobile phone, which had not been turned on for a day, and there were twelve caller IDs on it, and the text box also contained five unread text messages. It's all from Gwen.

Peter sighed. At George's request, Peter sends a text message to Gwen asking to break up. After that, he turned off his phone. The last missed call was more than a dozen hours ago, so she should have given up too.

Peter was about to turn it off again, to have a out of sight. But under the urging of some strange emotion in his heart, his fingers unconsciously clicked on the text message box.

“？ What's going on? ”

"Peter, are you kidding? It's not April Fool's Day, call me now! ”

"Why don't you answer the phone? What the hell is wrong with you? ”

"Please, Peter, take my call, I beg you..."

"Peter, this is Gwen. I don't know what's wrong with you now, and I don't know why you don't answer my calls. Whatever the reason, don't just use a text message to end everything between us, okay? Give me a call and I'll be waiting for you. ”

After hesitating for a moment, Peter did not press the option to dial back, but deleted the messages one by one. For some reason, the bright red color of the delete key always made him feel like it was blood flowing from his heart.

Despite his sadness and reluctance, Peter knew it was the right choice. There are too many enemies who want him to die, and if his true identity is really revealed one day, the consequences will be unimaginable. George was right on this point, Gwen really shouldn't be involved in herself.

And at this moment, Peter saw George, who was not good-looking. Stacy was walking straight towards her.

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Peter's first instinct was to avoid it, after all, the conversation last night was not pleasant. After making his two conditions, George didn't say a word more the whole way he took Peter to the hospital. He was admitted to the emergency room, and after a few moments of conversation with the doctor, he left, the atmosphere stiffened to the point of disbelief. The only communication between them was when Peter begged George not to let Uncle Ben and Aunt May know.

"What, now you're starting to regret what you've done?" His tone at that time was quite unkind, which made the nurses on the side look at him in amazement. After all, it is usually friends or family members who send patients to the hospital, and although it cannot be said that there is no such a big temper, it is quite rare.

Back in the present, Peter subconsciously spun to the side, trying to avoid colliding head-on with George. However, the other party had already discovered himself and waved his hand at him. It seemed that he was in a rather bad mood right now, which made Peter's heart skip a beat.

Could it be that he reversed yesterday's decision and now wants to put himself in prison? Peter couldn't help but worry, but now he couldn't just run away, so he could only obediently walk in front of George.

"Discharged from the hospital now? Didn't the doctor say you were going to stay in there for at least four or five days? George was a little confused at first, but then he seemed to think of something, and his expression became strange again. How did you escape? What exactly are you planning? ”

"Nothing, Mr. Stacy." Peter's handle was still in George's hands, and he had some reason to lose, so he could only try to be polite.

And at this moment, he was already thinking about how he should deal with this threat. His mind control became a little difficult after George had become hostile to him, and even if he succeeded, it didn't last long. The most straightforward option to kill George was ruled out from the start, and Peter hadn't gotten mad enough to do so.

Maybe I should look for George's handle in the other way? In this way, both sides can have a little bit of containment. No, no, no, it's still too risky. I don't know if the other party has a handle, but if he really catches George's handle and threatens the other party because of this, the two sides will completely tear face. When the time comes, if George decides to break the net, it will be the worst possible outcome.

As if sensing the caution beneath Peter's seemingly docile exterior, George frowned. "Do you think I'm going to be fooled so easily? Let's be honest. ”

Peter fell silent, and just then, a familiar figure stepped out from behind George.

"Yes, I want to hear the truth." Gwen looked at him and said calmly. "We need to have a good talk between us."