Although he said that he would go to get the medicine later, Peter still went in the afternoon, because Matt's leg had been bleeding a little, and he had to change several bandages, and by the time it was ready, it was already afternoon.

Peter didn't have time to eat, he was so hungry that when he arrived at the clinic, he smelled a charming scent.

Schiller heard the doorbell ringing and came out to see a big boy in a sweatshirt standing in the doorway, sniffing hard, as if trying to get 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 my medicine, and he said you know." ”

"Oh, I know." Schiller said, "But he shouldn't be in a hurry until I'm done eating, right?" ”

Peter said, "Fortunately, his bleeding has stopped, but it hurts a little bit, and he needs some painkillers." ”

"Have you eaten?" Schiller asked. Peter blushed a little, thinking that maybe his eyes were too hot to look at the kitchen, and the doctor had noticed it.

Schiller said, "If you don't eat it, stay and eat something, or you can bring one back to Matt." ”

As he spoke, a small yellow creature ran to the table with a large bowl on its head, still very humane, twitching its nose vigorously on the bowl, and then licked its lips, as if it couldn't wait.

Schiller made a Chinese meal, rice, sweet and sour short ribs, hot and sour shredded potatoes, and a bowl of tomato and egg soup.

Peter, who was hungry and a little flustered, stared straight at the table, and couldn't say anything to refuse.

After eating a whole cooker of rice, Peter was really a little embarrassed, he put down the bowl with red ears and said, "I'm really sorry, doctor, I seem to have eaten all your meals, that ...... I'll pay for ......"

"No, I don't have to." Schiller said, "I was going to make another pot of rice, after all, I had to bring back to my old friend, and there were some ribs in the pot, and you can take them out yourself, put them in that lunch box in the cupboard, and bring them back to Matt." ”

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

Schiller felt that this version of Spider-Man was still very likable.

In contrast, Pikachu ate a round belly, and after eating, he spread it out on his chair and began to snore, and Schiller grabbed his lightning tail and shook it, saying, "Even if someone is in charge of washing the dishes today, it's not a reason for you to avoid work and throw away the garbage." ”

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

"Okay, excuse me, oh yes, Hell's Kitchen doesn't have a garbage disposal fee, you go ahead, there's a corner, there's a pile of scrap, just throw the garbage there."

Peter took two large bags of kitchen waste in his hand, turned out the back door of the clinic, and saw at a glance the place Schiller had mentioned, which was a little away from the clinic, and there was a large pile of broken bricks, scrap wood boards, and some garbage thrown by others, piled high and emitting a strong odor.

Next to these garbage heaps are a few beggars, all of whom point to the leftover or unwanted food waste that others have eaten to fill their stomachs.

When the little spider walked over, these beggars were on the other side of the scrap pile, he didn't see it, maybe he was full, maybe Schiller's Chinese food was too much to his taste, Peter's depression was swept away, he happily carried two bags of garbage, a short sprint, and with a wave of his arm forward, the garbage was thrown by him to the top of the scrap heap.

"Bingo!" Peter yelled that he had done this with Uncle Ben when he had gone to take out the garbage, and then tossed the garbage bag so hard that it would end 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, and Peter thought, next time he went to throw out the garbage, he must let his uncle see his current arm strength.

He threw the garbage bag on it, and one of the garbage bags was broken, and there were bones left over from a few people's meals, some scraps of meat left over from Schiller's cooking, a little shredded potatoes that had not been eaten, and half a sprouted potato, but the beggars wanted to grab it for themselves as if they had seen some peerless delicacy.

The scrap pile had formed a hill, and the beggars had to step on broken bricks and planks to climb up, and the top of the scrap pile was a triangle made of several large broken walls, and the beggars struggled to climb up, and then Peter saw someone picking up the rubbish.

Feeling a little embarrassed, he rushed halfway up the hill to the scrap pile, trying to climb to the top and take down the garbage.

The beggars are not Spider-Man with mutation abilities, they have been hungry for a long time, they have little strength, and one of the older old women was the closest to the top of the mountain, but in a hurry, the piece of waste she grabbed with her hand was broken off by her, and she lost the support of her hand, and she fell straight back.

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

There was everything in the scrap heap, the fragments of wine bottles, the steel bars, the spiky planks that the drunkards threw from the upper floor, and no matter which one they hit, I was afraid that they would lose half their lives.

Fortunately, Peter had the ability, and he quickly bent down, grabbed the falling beggar, and before he could be satisfied, he heard a violent roar, followed by a sharp and shrill brake, and a dull sound of an object being struck.

Blood splattered, and Peter turned his head to look incredulously at the nearest intersection, and the figure that flew out was all too familiar to him.

That's Daredevil.

A large amount of blood flowed from the place where he landed, and the strong smell of blood made the world in front of Peter's eyes a hazy red.

He rushed down like crazy, and Matt lay there, his eyes, nose, and mouth oozing countless blood, and his spine twisted into a strange shape, as if broken.

But he wasn't dead yet, but after losing the nerves connected to his brain, he couldn't move at all.

Peter's whole body trembled, he didn't care much, he quickly picked up Matt, and then rushed in through the back door of Schiller's clinic, he shouted, "Doctor! Doctor! There are people here who need treatment!! ”

As soon as Schiller looked at Matt, he knew that he might have been attacked by his assassins again, and he said, "The garage is right next to it, put him in the car and take him to the Presbyterian hospital right away." ”

With such a serious injury, I am afraid that only the best hospital has a few chances of being able to rescue it.

Schiller's rampaging through the streets of Manhattan still took Matt to the Presbyterian Hospital as fast as he could, where he had a bit of face, and Matt was quickly taken 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 no longer has the ability to write a suicide note or oral will, if you are his relatives, you may be able to see him for the last time." ”

Peter was already on the verge of collapse, everything was connected to him, and he really didn't think that what the gangsters wanted to murder that day was the only good guy in Hell's Kitchen - Daredevil Matt.

He couldn't accept that he had caused all of this, and if he had killed the gangsters when he heard about it, no, or if he had just told Matt about it, he would have been more careful.

If he didn't stay at the clinic to eat, but left immediately after taking his medicine, Matt wouldn't have come out to look for him.

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

He had so many chances to save his friends, but he had achieved nothing.

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

Schiller, however, was calm, and he asked the attending doctor: "What is the main problem with him?" Cardiopulmonary function? Brain surgery? Or is it an intra-abdominal trauma? ”

The doctor shook his head and said, "No, there is a problem with his spine, and I am afraid that the nerves will not be able to be connected, even if he can barely save his life, he will not 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, "Maybe Dr. Strange has a way, he's the best neurosurgeon we have here, maybe he's the only one who can connect so many nerves." ”

Schiller immediately turned around and said, "Peter, I'm going to find someone who can save Matt now, but you have to stay here, you know, Matt was taken to the hospital, but those who want to kill him won't give up, after I leave, you have to make sure that no one goes into the operating room, and I'll be back as soon as I can." ”

With that, he immediately left.

Peter trembled and kept muttering, "No one will go into 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 hope to get the home address of a doctor named Strange." ”

Pepper didn't ask him why, and soon, he received a string of addresses on his phone, not far from the Presbyterian hospital, the most upscale apartment in the neighborhood.

Schiller directly turned on the flash, and arrived at the apartment building as fast as possible, he didn't take the elevator at all, and he didn't plan to knock on the door, but directly a few successive flashes that could pass through the wall, appearing behind Strange, who was having afternoon tea.

Strange heard a movement, and as soon as he turned around, a cane pressed straight 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 now resuscitating at the Presbyterian Hospital, you are the best neurosurgeon there, now grab your stuff and go for surgery right away."

Strange showed a ridiculous expression, Schiller's hand holding the cane let go, but the crutch still floated in the air, pointing straight at Strange, Strange raised his hands and stepped back, the cane was not held, but it was still against his neck.

As soon as Schiller stretched out his hand into the air, Strange's coat hanging on the hanger flew over, Strange's eyes widened and he watched this scene in disbelief, Schiller threw the coat to him and said, "I think you understand that you have no right to refuse now, come with me immediately." ”