Chapter 22: Heroes Are Also Ordinary People (Part 1)

Although he said he would go to get the medicine after a while, Peter still went there in the afternoon because Matt's leg kept bleeding a little, and he had to change several bandaging methods. By the time it was done, it was already the afternoon.

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

Schiller heard the doorbell and walked out to see a big boy in a sweatshirt standing at the door, sniffing hard as if he wanted to inhale all 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. 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. He needs some painkillers."

"Have you eaten?" Schiller asked. Peter blushed a little. He thought that maybe the doctor had noticed him because he was looking at the kitchen too hotly.

Schiller said: If you haven’t eaten, just stay and eat some, or you can take one back to Matt. "

As he spoke, a small yellow creature ran to the table carrying a large bowl. It twitched its nose on the bowl in a very humane manner, and then licked its lips, as if it couldn't wait any longer.

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

Peter, who was hungry and a bit panicked, stared straight at the table, unable to say no.

Since gaining the spider power, Peter's appetite has increased a lot, and he gets hungry easily. After eating a whole rice cooker, Peter felt a little embarrassed. His ears were red and he put down the bowl and said, "That's really cool." I'm sorry, doctor, I seem to have finished all your food, that...I will pay..."

"No, no need." Schiller said: "I was going to make another pot of rice. After all, I had to take it back to my old friend. There are still some ribs in the pot. You can take them out and put them in. Go to the lunch box in the cupboard and take it back to Matt."

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

Schiller thinks this version of Spider-Man is still very likable.

In contrast, Pikachu had a round belly after eating. After eating, he flopped down on the chair and began to snore. Schiller grabbed his lightning-shaped tail and shook it, saying: "Even if someone is responsible for washing today, Bowls are not an excuse for you to skip work and throw away the trash.”

"Oh, sir, I can take you out along the way." Peter said,

"Okay, please, oh, by the way, there is no garbage disposal fee in Hell's Kitchen. If you go forward, there is a corner there with a pile of waste materials. Just throw the garbage there."

Peter carried two large bags of kitchen waste in his hands, turned out of the back door of the clinic, and immediately saw the place Schiller mentioned. It was a little away from the clinic, and there were piles of broken bricks and scrap wooden boards. There was also some trash thrown by others, which was piled high and emitted a strong smell.

There are several beggars next to these garbage piles. They all point to other people's leftover or unwanted food waste 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 them. Maybe he was full, or maybe the Chinese food Schiller cooked was too suitable for his taste. The depression in Peter's heart was swept away. Empty, he happily carried two bags of garbage, sprinted a short distance, and waved his arms forward vigorously, and he threw the garbage to the top of the waste pile.

"Bingo!" Peter shouted, as he used to do when he and Uncle Ben took out the trash, standing far away and swiping the bags in the hope they would land right in the bin.

But he didn't have that much strength before, so Uncle Ben would often clean up his messes. Peter thought that next time he went to throw out garbage, he must let his uncle see his current arm strength.

He threw the garbage bags up. One of the garbage bags broke. Inside, there were bones left by several people from eating, some scraps of meat left over from Schiller's cooking, some uneaten shredded potatoes, and half a sprout. potatoes, but those beggars wanted to grab them for themselves as if they had seen something delicious.

The scrap pile has turned into a hill. The beggars have to step on broken bricks and wooden boards to climb up. Moreover, the top of the scrap pile is a triangle formed by several large pieces of broken walls. The beggars are struggling to climb up. Climbing, only then did Peter see someone picking up trash.

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

The beggars are not Spider-Man with mutant abilities. They have been hungry for a long time and have little strength. One of the older women was originally closest to the top of the mountain, but when she got anxious, the piece of scrap she was holding was broken by her. She fell down, lost the support of her hands, and fell straight back.

As soon as Spider-Man stood on the top of the scrap pile, he saw a beggar opposite falling down. He stretched out his hand to catch it, but he was a step too late.

There is everything in this scrap pile. Wine bottle fragments, steel bars, and spiked wooden boards thrown down by drunkards from upstairs. No matter which one they hit, I'm afraid half of my life will be lost.

Fortunately, Peter had special powers. He quickly bent down and caught the beggar who fell. Before he could be proud, he heard a violent roar, followed by a sharp and ear-piercing brake sound, and a loud bang. The dull sound of an object being hit.

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Blood splattered, Peter turned his head and looked at the nearest intersection in disbelief. The figure flying out was extremely familiar to him.

That's Daredevil.

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

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

But he is not dead yet, but after losing the nerves connected to his brain, he is completely unable to move.

Peter's whole body was shaking. He didn't care much. He quickly picked up Matt and rushed in through the back door of Schiller's clinic. He shouted: "Doctor! Doctor! Someone here needs treatment!!!"

As soon as Schiller looked at Matt, he 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 Presbyterian Hospital immediately."

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

Schiller raced through the streets of Manhattan, but still sent Matt to the Presbyterian Hospital as quickly as possible. He still had some respect in this hospital, and Matt was quickly sent to the emergency room.

But soon, the attending doctor told them with a serious face: "It is unlikely that this gentleman can be rescued. Unfortunately, he no longer has the ability to write a suicide note or oral will. If you are his relatives, maybe you can go See him for the last time."

Peter was about to collapse. All the things were connected together for him. He really didn't expect that the person the gangsters wanted to murder that day was the only good man in Hell's Kitchen - Daredevil Matt.

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

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

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

He had so many opportunities to save his friends, but he still couldn't do anything.

Daredevil is dying, and Peter can't accept this fact at all.

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

The doctor shook his head and said, "No, there's something wrong with his spine. I'm afraid the nerves can no longer be connected. Even if he can barely 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, "Maybe Dr. Strange has a way. He is the best neurosurgeon here. Maybe he is the only one who can connect so many nerves."

Schiller immediately turned around and said: "Peter, I am 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 want to kill him are not I will give it up. After I leave, you must ensure that no one will enter the operating room. I will come back as quickly as possible. "

After saying that, he left immediately.

Peter was trembling all over and kept mumbling: "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'd like to get the home address of a doctor named Strange."

Pepper didn't ask him why. Soon, he received a string of addresses on his mobile phone. It was not far from the Presbyterian Hospital and was the most upscale apartment nearby.

Schiller turned on the flash directly and arrived at the apartment building as quickly as possible. He did not take the elevator at all, and did not intend to knock on the door. He directly flashed several consecutively through the wall and appeared behind Strange who was having afternoon tea. .

Strange heard some movement, and when he turned around, a cane was pressed directly against his Adam's apple.

"Listen, I don't have time to talk nonsense with you. One of my friends was seriously injured and is now being rescued at Presbyterian Hospital. You are the best neurosurgeon there. Now grab your things and go to surgery right away."

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

Schiller stretched out his hand in the air, and Strange's coat hanging on the hanger flew over. Strange's eyes widened and he looked at this 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, come with me immediately."