I Am Gwen's Spider-Man Mentor

The professor opened his mask and discovered that the corners of the blonde girl's mouth were dyed red, and her body was covered with scars. It was hard to tell whether they were scratches or gunshot wounds. Professor Xu sighed, carefully pushed aside Gwen's messy blond hair, and touched her neck - oh, the heartbeat was still there.

After learning the result, the professor breathed a sigh of relief, carefully grabbed Gwen's arm and turned her over, then sat down and put the girl's head in his arms. Gwen Stacy closed her eyes tightly at this time, and even though she was unconscious, she still frowned tightly. Raymond picked out the hair in her mouth and touched the girl's smooth forehead - it was frighteningly hot.

The right hand holding the girl's back was wet. Raymond took his hand out and took a look, only to realize that the wound on the girl's back had not stopped bleeding... but thanks to her super physique, the blood coagulation process was almost over. .

An injury of this magnitude would have killed someone else long ago.

Raymond shook his head, used the remote control to disconnect all the surveillance cameras in his room, and then picked up the lithe girl. The girl's body is soft and bony, and even through the tight-fitting suit, you can feel her skin being slightly hot. He lowered his head and looked at the girl's delicate face, at the injuries and blood all over her body, at her hair scattered in his arms, and felt his heart shrink together for no reason.

The professor carefully controlled his hands not to touch the girl's sensitive parts, and then gently placed her on the bed.

"Well..." As expected of Spider-Man's powerful recovery ability, Gwen slowly opened her eyes in a trance after being placed on the bed. After the girl regained her consciousness slightly, she saw the man's face under the dim bedroom light, and then she remembered why she came here.

Gwen was groggy after being injured. Although she was confident in her ability to recover, Spider-Woman didn't want her to pass out next to a garbage dump and be picked up... considering that she lived entirely in the city. In another direction, Gwen thought about it and decided to go to Raymond's house to take a break from the limelight.

"I..." The girl tried to say something, but found that she had no strength, her body was aching and weak everywhere, and she had broken bones in countless places.

"Don't move." Raymond's face was blurry, but his calm and serious voice was clear, "How were you injured?"

"I can't remember clearly... but I rarely get hurt." The girl was very weak at this time and spoke as softly as a milk cat. Before she said a few words, the girl vaguely saw Raymond shaking his head, indicating that he should stop talking.

"You definitely can't go to the hospital like this. I'm going to get some emergency hemostasis equipment. Just lie down and don't move." In a daze, Gwen only heard the man's calm voice - as emotionless as a machine, and with a bit of helplessness. This was followed by the sound of slippers on the wooden floor and the sound of a door closing.

"Uh-huh..." Gwen Stacy buried her head in the pillow. After rubbing the soft pillow, all the joints in her body began to feel pain toward the nerve center of her brain. In the end, the blond girl could only lie down quietly on the bed, her heart full of anxiety - until now, she still doesn't know whether she should come to the professor's house.

Gwen Stacy, caught up in her own doubts and speculations, began to feel that this was not a good idea: It was 2 o'clock at night, she was so seriously injured, and she was still lying on her professor's bed... Why didn't she have a spider sense? To warn myself, and even make me think of coming here to avoid the limelight for the first time?

Before the tangled girl had finished struggling, the professor's familiar footsteps came closer and closer.

"I'm here." The professor held the tray and pushed open the door. When he saw Gwen lying motionless on the bed, he knew that the girl was still somewhat shy. If she hadn't been desperate, she probably wouldn't have gone to a strange man's house late at night.

Gwen, who was biting her lower lip, had her back turned to Raymond, so that he could not see the expression on her face clearly. After the air was stagnant for a few seconds, the girl relaxed and said, "Then help me take care of the wound. At least wipe off the blood stains on your body."

"Okay." It was still the voice without emotion - somehow, this emotionless answer actually made the anxious Gwen Stacy feel a little more at ease. The tangle in her heart began to fall into one direction: her spider sense did not warn her, but instead her whole body became weak, so the professor would definitely not do anything excessive!

The girl who had figured this out bit her lip and closed her eyes, her eyelashes hanging from tears or sweat trembling slightly along with her body. She felt Raymond carefully pick up her tight-fitting suit with his slightly hypothermic hands and cut it open with cold scissors. When the cold metal came into contact with the hot skin, Gwen Stacy felt her cheeks get hot. She had never been in such close contact with the opposite sex - he... shouldn't do anything to her, right?

"Why did you think of coming to me?" After cutting off the clothes, he seemed to ignore the girl's slightly trembling white back and her well-proportioned and straight legs. The young professor sat beside the bed and just focused and carefully explained. The girl's wound was smeared with iodine and she asked in passing.

After her thoughts were interrupted by the professor's question, Gwen realized the awkwardness of the question she was thinking about. The girl who endured the pain turned her head with a grin on her face and put her left cheek on the pillow. A variety of previously conflicting emotions such as shyness, fear, fear, and peace of mind suddenly came to her heart, and finally turned into something called grievance. The girl's eyes became moist.

In the end, Gwen Stacy, who was about to restrain her tears, just replied vaguely: "That's not because you exposed my identity... and no one else knows..."

When he said this, Gwen, who tilted her head, could only see the focused and serious Xu in her peripheral vision. There was a bit of anger in his eyes, but more of it was distressed. For some reason, the heartache made Gwen Stacy, who had always been determined, shake slightly. The girl didn't want to look at the professor's expression when he was focusing on treating her wounds. She twisted her body and tried to turn her head away.

"Don't move." Seeing the girl's slender figure about to twist into a ball on the bed, the professor frowned and scolded softly, "I know you have good recovery ability, but now is not the time to show off."

"Hey..." Although she was injured, the girl still remained conscious. Her tone was not as cold as before. Instead, she whispered softly, as if she was coquettish: "How do you know?"

"What do you know?" After applying iodophor, the professor used tweezers to gently wipe away the blood around the wound with a cotton ball and responded casually.

"Hiss..." Gwen's shoulders trembled as if she had pulled a wound. The girl bit her lower lip and the hanging golden hair, and mumbled in a coquettish tone: "You hurt me!"

"I'm sorry." Professor Xu rubbed Gwen's messy hair as if stroking a golden cat, "I will be gentler."

The girl's face turned redder and redder. She didn't notice that the corners of her mouth curled up, as if she was an injured cat who was being comforted. After subjectively speaking for a long time, Gwen just closed her eyes and planned to change the subject in an attempt to ease the embarrassment: "I feel like not only have you known that I am Ghost Spider-Man for a long time, but you even seem to be very familiar with my abilities."

Gwen Stacey was very talented, and through Raymond's abnormal reactions in the past few days, she could guess something - she hadn't known him for long, and she was lying defenseless like this in his house, Still lying on his bed. Damn Xu, even if you show some evil thoughts at this time, I can legitimately hate you.

But the professor's eyes were filled with pain, and the way he treated her wounds attentively and seriously played over and over in Gwen Stacey's mind. Somehow, she felt an inexplicable annoyance in her heart, and she just wanted to let him leave as soon as possible.

"I will explain it to you later, but now -" the professor, who knew nothing about the girl's exquisite thoughts, put down the tweezers in his hands and threw the cotton ball into the trash can next to the bed, "Do you want me to help you turn over, or... …?”

"I'll do it myself!" Before Raymond could finish speaking, Gwen, who just wanted him to leave, quickly replied. Before she finished speaking, the spider girl tried to support her upper body with both hands, but she, who had just been beaten so badly that she was covered in injuries, seemed to be lying on the soft high-end bed and didn't want to move much - after trying a few times. , the girl said helplessly: "Can you help me?"

When she said this, Gwen closed her eyes and her shoulders were shaking slightly. This scene really made her feel wronged and embarrassed. At this time, she is no longer a Spider-Woman who travels through the city to do justice, but an injured young girl. After saying this, Gwen even began to hate herself - why should I get hurt? Why put yourself in such an embarrassing situation?

The professor shook his head helplessly, not sure whether it was because of Gwen's injury or because of Gwen's obvious shyness and embarrassment. He stretched out his hand to hold the girl's shoulder, and carefully supported the girl's slender waist with the other hand, helping her turn around - only to find that Gwen's face was hot and red as if she was about to drip blood. Come to normal.

Even if she is a superhero, she is still only a twenty-year-old girl after all. Her heroic appearance in the past always has a bit of girlish mentality, not to mention that it hurts to move her whole body at this time. At this moment, Gwen only felt embarrassed. She wanted to close her eyes, but she also wanted to see more of the tall man's shadow under the dim light of the bedroom. In the end, Gwen herself became softer when she spoke: "Anyway, thank you."

Raymond nodded, and then asked hesitantly: "Should I continue to cut the clothes...?"

"Can you just wipe off the blood for me?" the girl asked softly, turning away from Professor Xu's face.