I'm not Spider-Man, even though I'm parasitized by an alien!

Strange rubbed his face.

He was exhausted; weariness lingered in his eye sockets, pacing within its cage, scratching at the ground with his claws.

"So... I can never pick up a scalpel again, is that right?"

Strange asked in despair.

"I don't know."

Christine didn't know how to comfort him.

A hint of sadness flashed in her eyes.

She reached out her hand and took Strange's hands in hers. "I believe you can recover."

“No, I’m a doctor, you can’t lie to me, Christine.”

Strange's tone was tinged with resentment and pain.

He resented his powerlessness, feeling that he could do nothing.

"You need to be patient and wait for your body to recover, Strange."

Christine advised.

"No!"

Staring at his trembling hands, he said to Christine in anguish, "There's no hope anymore. They've completely ruined me!"

The "they" that Strange was referring to were the doctors who performed the surgery on his hand.

"They ruined me!"

In despair, Strange screamed hysterically in pain.

Christine didn't know how to comfort her, so she remained silent.

In the end, she didn't even know how she got out of the ward.

She sighed and looked down the corridor.

Everything was gray, with a few flowers brightening the scene, and the television in the corridor rest area kept flickering.

The resident physician pushed the ambulance in.

A woman and a young girl rushed in. The woman was wailing and crying for her loved ones, while the young girl was worried and frightened, probably because she had never seen such a scene before.

Feeling a bit down, Christine turned to head to her office.

But then she saw a familiar figure walking towards her.

It was Peter, whom we hadn't seen in a long time!

Peter spent half a day at school before going to the hospital to have Dr. Ryan examine the alien embryo inside him.

After absorbing the alien clone, his body underwent another phase of change.

The transformation into a larger, more powerful alien monster allowed him to defeat Thorus, but the formation of this transformation was shrouded in mystery and unknown to him.

He wanted Dr. Ryan to do some tests to see if anything could be found.

"Dr. Christine?"

As he was pondering something, he looked up and suddenly saw the beautiful doctor.

"Long time no see, Peter."

Christine greeted him.

"Hmm, the last time it happened was when Gwen was hospitalized."

After exchanging a few pleasantries with him, Peter asked, "Isn't Dr. Strange here?"

He had already learned from the newspaper that the other person had been in a car accident.

As expected, it wasn't surprising.

However, he had been fighting the successor all along, so he hadn't paid much attention to it.

When Peter asked about Strange, Christine's expression changed slightly.

"It's not good. He was in a car accident and suffered severe nerve damage in his hand."

Christine said somberly, "This is a devastating blow to him, because it's very likely he'll never be able to pick up a scalpel again."

"so."

Peter pretended to be hearing this for the first time, pondered for a moment, and then continued to ask, "Is it impossible to cure completely?"

"He has undergone four surgeries, but the recovery has not been ideal."

Peter nodded.

In the other ward, Strange got out of bed and walked out of the room.

Peter's words echoed in his mind.

The night before the accident, the other party reminded me not to use my phone while driving.

"Peter."

Strange took a deep breath and walked toward him.

“I heard about what happened to you from Dr. Christine, Dr. Strange.”

Peter greeted him.

"you"

Strange felt a surge of turmoil within him as he stared at the other man. Suddenly, a thought that seemed absurd to himself arose in his mind—he knew from the beginning that he was going to be in a car accident.

“You knew it from the beginning, didn’t you, Peter?”

Strange asked directly.

"what do you know?"

Peter pretended not to understand.

"You knew from the beginning that I would be in a car accident that night."

Strange said something that shocked Christine, who was standing next to him.

“You said that looking at CT records while driving is not a safe thing, especially when it’s raining heavily outside. That night it was raining heavily outside, and I was on my way to a seminar.”

The more he talked, the more he felt that Peter seemed to know something.

His voice trembled with emotion as he grasped Peter's hand. "If you know my fate, Peter, please tell me, what should I do next? How can I pick up the scalpel again?"

He grasped Peter's hand with great excitement, as if he had found a lifeline.

Christine stared at Peter in astonishment.

Although she suspected that Peter was Spider-Man, she never imagined that he would be associated with any wizard of fate.

"I'm sorry, Dr. Strange, although I would love to help, there's nothing I can do."

"No, Peter, you must know something! Please, tell me!"

Strange's tone became increasingly urgent and pained.

Peter hadn't expected the other person to become so emotional.

He had thought Doctor Strange would be the kind of guy who was absolutely rational.

"I am not some wizard who can see the future."

Peter frowned and said to him, "Dr. Strange, I'm sorry."

"Strange, don't do this."

Christine said with some reluctance.

"I know what I'm doing."

Strange said to her, his voice trembling and his eyes red, "You and I both know that Peter is no ordinary man!"

"I"

Christine wanted to explain, but suddenly remembered the information about Peter's medical records that she had seen at Ryan's place.

She was speechless.

Peter, who was standing nearby, was speechless when he heard the two of them directly say that he was not an ordinary person.

I'm still here, shouldn't you all at least try to avoid me?

"I have to go now, Dr. Strange. I hope you get well soon."

Peter spoke to the two men and prepared to leave.

Although he simply told Strange to go find the Ancient One, which would solve his problem.

But it's not time yet.

Besides, this guy suspects I know something. If I really tell him about the Ancient One, he'll probably suspect even more that I knew about his car accident back then.

Christine watched Peter's departing figure and sighed helplessly.

"Strange, you will definitely recover."

She whispered words of comfort to her friend.

But Strange, whose eyes had turned gray, didn't say anything; he just stood there, stunned.

night.

As night fell, I stopped and watched a car drive along a road covered with withered leaves, devoid of any life.

Christine drove Strange home.

"You should get more rest, Strange."

Christine said to him, "You've been so busy with work before, maybe... maybe you can take this opportunity to rest a bit more."

"rest?"

Strange shook his head. "Being stuck at home doing nothing, unable to pick up a scalpel, unable to do anything? To me, that's like letting cobras and meerkats live together in a small apartment, filming them, and then putting it on MTV."