Although he said he would go to get the medicine after a while, Peter still went there in the afternoon. Because Matt's legs were bleeding, he had to change several ways of bandaging. After the work was done, it was already afternoon.

Before Peter could eat, he was hungry and when he arrived at the clinic, he was smelling a charming scent.

When Schiller heard the doorbell, he walked out and saw a big boy in a sweatshirt standing at the door, sniffing hard, as if he wanted to suck the fragrance into his stomach.

Schiller wiped his hands and said, "Come in."

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

"Oh, I know." Schiller said: "But he has to wait until I finish the meal. He shouldn't be very anxious, right?"

Peter said: "Fortunately, his blood has stopped, but it hurts a little, and he needs some pain medication."

"Have you eaten?" Schiller asked. Peter blushed a little. He thought that his eyes might be too hot to look at the kitchen, and the doctor discovered it.

Schiller said: If you don’t eat it, just stay and eat something, and you can also bring it back to Matt.”

As he said that, a little yellow creature ran to the table with a big bowl, and still twitched his nose hard on the bowl in a very humane manner, then licked his lips, as if he could not wait.

Schiller made Chinese food, rice, sweet and sour rice, spicy and sour shredded potatoes, plus a bowl of tomato and egg soup.

Peter, who was so hungry that he was staring at the dining table, couldn't say anything to refuse.

Since gaining the spider's ability, Peter's appetite has increased a lot and is very hungry. After eating the rice from a rice cooker, Peter was really embarrassed. He put down the bowl with red ears and said, "I'm really sorry, Doctor, I seem to have finished all your meals. That... I will pay..."

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

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

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

In contrast, Pikachu had a round belly. After eating, he spread it onto the chair and started to snore. Schiller grabbed his lightning-shaped tail and shook it, saying, "Even if someone is responsible for washing dishes today, it is not a reason for you to escape from work and throw away the garbage."

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

"Okay, please trouble you, oh, by the way, there is no garbage disposal fee in Hell's Kitchen. You go forward, there is a corner, a pile of waste, just throw the garbage into that."

Peter carried two large bags of kitchen waste in his hand, turned out from the back door of the clinic, and saw at a glance what Schiller said, which was a lot of broken bricks, scrap wood boards, and some garbage thrown by others, piled up very high and emitted a strong smell.

Next to these garbage dumps are several beggars, all pointing at the leftovers or desirable kitchen waste 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 it. Maybe he was full, or maybe Schiller's Chinese food was too good to his taste. Peter's depression was wiped out. He happily carried two bags of garbage, a short sprint, and waved his arm forward hard, and he threw the garbage on the top of the waste pile.

"Bingo!" Peter shouted, he used to do this when he and Uncle Ben went to throw garbage, far away, and then threw the garbage bags hard, hoping that they would fall into the trash bin.

But before that, he didn't have that much power, and it was often uncle Ben who cleaned up the mess for him. Peter thought that he would throw the garbage next time and let his uncle see his current arm strength.

He threw the garbage bags on it, and one of them broke. There were bones left by several people for dinner, some leftover meat from Schiller's cooking, some shredded potatoes that he had not finished, and half a sprouted potato. The beggars seemed to have seen some peerless delicacy, and wanted to grab it into their hands.

The waste pile had already piled up into a hill. When beggars wanted to climb up, they had to step on broken bricks and wooden boards. At the top of the waste pile was a triangle made of several broken walls. The beggars climbed up with great difficulty. Only then did Peter see someone picking up garbage.

He felt a little embarrassed, so he rushed to the hillside of the waste pile, trying to reach the top and take down the garbage.

The beggars are not Spider-Man with mutant abilities. They have been hungry for a long time and have no strength. One of the older women was closest to the top of the mountain, but when they were anxious, the piece of waste she grabbed with her hand was broken off by her and lost the support of her hand. She fell straight back.

As soon as Spider-Man stood at 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 one step too late.

There are everything in this pile of waste. The pieces of wine bottles, steel bars, and erected sharp wooden boards thrown by the drunkards from the upper floors may be half a life no matter which one they hit.

Fortunately, Peter had the ability, so he quickly bent down and grabbed the falling beggar. Before he could be proud, he heard a violent roar, followed by a sharp and harsh brake sound, and a dull sound of an object being hit.

Blood splattered, Peter turned his head and looked incredibly at the nearest intersection. He was extremely familiar with the figure flying out.

That's Daredevil.

A large amount of blood flowed out from where he landed. The strong smell of blood cast a hazy red color in the world before Peter.

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

But he was not dead yet, but after losing the nerves connected to his brain, he could no longer move.

Peter was trembling all over, he didn't care much, so he quickly picked up Matt, then rushed in from the back door of Schiller's clinic, and he shouted, "Doctor! Doctor! Someone needs treatment here!!!"

When Schiller saw Matt, he knew that he might have been attacked by the assassinated man again. He said, "The garage is right next to him, put him in the car and take him to the Presbyterian Hospital immediately."

With such a serious injury, I'm afraid only the best hospital has the possibility of rescue.

Schiller was racing around the streets of Manhattan, and sent Matt to the Presbyterian Hospital as fast as possible. He was quite embarrassed in this hospital, and Matt was quickly sent to the rescue room.

But soon, the attending doctor said to them with a serious expression: "There is little chance that this gentleman can be rescued. Unfortunately, he no longer has the ability to write a suicide note or an oral will. If you are his relatives, you may be able to meet him for the last time."

Peter was about to collapse, and everything was connected together with him. He really didn't expect that the gangsters wanted to murder that day was the only good person in the Hell Kitchen - Daredevil Matt.

He couldn't accept that all this was caused by him. If he killed the 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 for dinner, but left immediately after taking the medicine, Matt wouldn't have come out to find him.

If he wasn't playful and not throwing the two garbage bags as high as he could, maybe he would have time to knock Matt down the moment the car rushed out.

He had so many opportunities to save his friends, but he still did nothing.

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

Schiller was very calm and asked the attending doctor: "Where is his main problem? Cardiac and lung function? Brain surgery? Or abdominal injury?"

The doctor shook his head and said, "Not one. There is something wrong with his spine. I'm afraid he can't take it back. Even if he can barely save his life, he will never move for the rest of his life."

Schiller took a deep breath and said, "I just want to know what can be saved."

The doctor hesitated for a moment and said, "Maybe Dr. Strange has a way. He is the best neurosurgeon here, and maybe he is 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 sent to the hospital, but those who want to kill him will not let it go. After I leave, you have to make sure that no one in the operating room will go in and I will come back as fast as possible."

After saying that, he left immediately.

Peter kept muttering: "No one will go in the operating room, no one will go in the operating room, I will not let anyone go in..."

After leaving the hospital, Schiller called Pepper directly and said, "I hope to get the home address of a doctor named Strange."

Pepper did not ask him why. Soon, he received a string of addresses on his cell phone, not far from the Presbyterian hospital, and it was the most advanced apartment nearby.

Schiller turned on the flash and arrived at the apartment building as fast as possible. He did not take the elevator or 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 he turned around and a cane pressed straight against his Adam's apple.

"Listen, I don't have time to talk nonsense to you. A friend of mine was seriously injured and is now rescuing in the Presbyterian hospital. You are the best neurosurgeon there. Take your stuff and go for surgery right away."

Strange showed a ridiculous expression. Schiller let go of the hand of the crutch, but the crutch was still floating in the air, pointing straight at Strange. Strange raised his hands and retreated. No one held the crutch, but it was still pressed against his neck.
Chapter completed!