America: A Prodigy of Stereotypes

Peter felt a little hot, probably because he had successfully invited Mary Jane to accompany him to the science exhibition at Columbia University.

An hour later, when they came out of the exhibition, Peter felt lightheaded, as if he were about to fly.

Peter was still fully conscious, and the feeling was somewhat similar to when he drank his father's wine in Chinatown last year.

The six people sat in the coffee shop. Gwen, Liqun, and Shuangxi all ordered hot lattes, while the others drank iced Americanos.

"Liqun, why are you looking at me?"

“Gwen, I know you’re secretly learning Chinese.”

"What's wrong with me learning Chinese?"

“You’re drinking a hot latte,” Li Qun emphasized, while Shuang Xi nodded in agreement.

“The human digestive system has a temperature, and drinking an iced latte makes me feel uncomfortable,” Gwen explained.

“Mary Jane, you need to learn these basic things about taking care of your body with me. Boys can drink ice water whenever they want, but we girls can’t,” Gwen said, turning to Mary Jane.

"OK..."

Peter was grinning foolishly.

"Peter? What's wrong?"

“Nothing, I just think today is a beautiful day,” Peter replied with a smile, as if his soul had left his body.

Harry noticed that Peter's face was flushed, so he reached out and felt the temperature of Peter's forehead with the back of his hand.

Peter has a fever!

Harry glanced briefly at Mary Jane.

Chapter 137 I Know a Doctor

"I'm fine, I'm not sick, it's just that the sun is too hot today..."

“Peter, let’s take you home to rest first, and we can make another appointment another day.”

"Gwen, how many people can your car seat?"

Li Qun opened the car door and pushed Peter into the car.

“Five people, just right,” Gwen said.

“Peter, call me if you’re alright,” Harry said, standing by the car.

There were six people in total, and excluding Harry, who was picked up and dropped off by his butler Bernard, there were exactly five.

"Liqun, you can drive." Gwen gave up the driver's seat, and Liqun did not refuse, accepting the job as the driver.

“Gwen, you’re not very familiar with the way to Peter’s house, are you?”

"New York is so big, I can't possibly remember every street."

Li Qun quickly adapted to Gwen's minivan and drove towards Peter's house.

“I’m sorry,” Peter said to Gwen and Liqun.

“No need to apologize, Peter. Everyone has unexpected situations. If I weren’t afraid of scaring you, I would take you to a doctor I know right now,” Li Qun said.

"Is he the doctor from the Chinatown clinic?" Mary Jane asked.

"No, he's a retired doctor who lives on Brick Street in Greenwich. He used to work in the military and can handle all kinds of emergencies."

The doctor Li Qun was referring to was naturally Dr. Bruce Banner.

“The fever will be fine with two ibuprofen tablets,” Peter said.

"Yes, that's right."

Li Qun glanced at the rearview mirror and saw that Peter's mental state was really not good; he was obviously putting on a brave face in front of Mary Jane.

"If you feel tired, just close your eyes, Peter. Shuangxi and I can get you to your bedroom."

"I don't feel tired..."

The carriage swayed, and Peter's eyes slowly closed. The five people in the carriage were concerned about Peter's condition, and they remained quiet once they saw that Peter had fallen asleep.

When Li Qun parked the car in front of Peter's house, Peter's eyes were still closed; he was fast asleep.

Li Qun took the house key from Peter's body, opened the door, and then gently carried Peter out of the car in a princess carry.

“Wow…” Gwen and Mary Jane exclaimed softly.

The scene they imagined was: Li Qun and Shuang Xi, one carrying Peter's upper body and the other carrying his legs, would move Peter back to his bedroom like a dead man.

Unexpectedly, Li Qun was quite strong and carried Peter away by himself.

Aunt May and Uncle Ben were both at work, and no one was home. Li Qun and Gwen decided not to go home until Aunt May returned. Mary Jane, as their neighbor, was also not in a hurry to go home.

"I'll go boil some water."

Peter's bedroom door was ajar, and several people sat on the living room sofa in a daze. The TV was off, as they were worried that the sound would disturb Peter.

A few hours later, Aunt May returned home and noticed Gwen's van parked in the driveway as she parked her car.

"Welcome! Peter didn't call to tell me you were coming to visit."

Aunt Mei put down her handbag, took off her coat, and hugged Li Qun and the others one by one.

"Aunt May, Peter has a fever and is sleeping in his bedroom."

"What?" Aunt Mei asked worriedly.

“It’s possible that our internship at Osborne Industrial University recently, where we were often in sterile laboratory environments, weakened our immune systems, which caused Peter to have an immune response when he went out today,” Li Qun said.

"Did Peter take his medicine?" Aunt May asked.

“I gave it to him.” Li Qun lied to Aunt Mei; he did not give Peter ibuprofen or acetaminophen.

Peter has a fever because his body is undergoing tremendous changes, and medication could disrupt or even interrupt this process. Li Qun is not willing to take the risk of giving Peter medication.

If Peter mutates into a "human spider" instead of a "Spider-Man" after taking the medicine, it would be terrible.

"I'll go see him."

Aunt May carefully went upstairs, gently pushed open the door, and found Peter sleeping soundly with a smile on his face.

"Her face is a little red..."

Aunt May stood by the bed and placed the back of her hand on Peter's forehead, which felt hot.

"I'll go get Peter a fever patch."

Fever-reducing patches lower body temperature through physical means and are classified as medical devices rather than drugs.

After Aunt May put a fever-reducing patch on Peter's forehead, she was no longer as anxious as she had been when she first heard that Peter had a fever.

“Aunt Mei, we should go home too. We’ll feel much more at ease knowing you’re home,” Li Qun said.

"Are you going home? I'd like you to stay for dinner."

"That would be too much trouble for you. We'll come again once Peter is feeling better."

"Come visit in a couple of days," Aunt Mei said.

Mary Jane walked a few steps back home, while Li Qun continued to drive Gwen. Gwen, as always, went with Li Qun to Chinatown to have dinner before returning home.

"Cousin, could Peter have contracted some kind of lab virus at the exhibition? Should we quarantine him?"

In his living room, after dinner, Shuangxi lay on the sofa watching TV when he suddenly asked Liqun a worried question.

“It’s too late to quarantine now,” Li Qun said calmly.

"How did you come up with the idea of ​​quarantine?" Li Qun sat up. He realized something was wrong. How did Shuangxi know about the concept of "quarantine"?

“That’s how it is in the movie,” Shuangxi replied.

"It's just watching a movie, nothing else." Li Qun lay back down on the sofa.

During the long summer vacation, Shuangxi could only watch TV and rent movie tapes for entertainment.

……

Peter opened his eyes and sat up in bed as usual, suddenly wondering why he had gone to sleep fully clothed.

Peter took off the clothes he had worn yesterday, took clean clothes from the closet, and threw them onto the bed.

Peter looked in the mirror. He wasn't wearing his glasses. How could he see clearly?

Memories slowly surfaced in his mind; he seemed to have fallen asleep in Gwen's car yesterday.

"what happened?"

Peter Parker, shirtless, discovered that he had well-defined muscles and eight-pack abs.

Peter performed several bodybuilding poses, and every muscle in his body responded to his movements.

Peter suddenly noticed a red bump on the back of his hand, the spot where he had been bitten by a spider the day before.

It turns out that he wasn't seeing things when he was bitten by the spider yesterday.

"Fever-reducing patches?"

Peter gently peeled the fever-reducing patch off his forehead in front of the mirror.

I'm no longer nearsighted, and my body muscles have become very well-defined, like I'm still dreaming and haven't woken up yet.

Peter went downstairs, Uncle Ben was reading the newspaper at the dining table, and Aunt May was making breakfast.

"Good morning, Uncle Ben, Aunt May," Peter greeted with a smile.

"Are you alright, Peter? You look much better," Aunt May asked with concern.

"Better than ever before."

Peter sat down at the table, and Aunt May placed a plate of fried eggs on the table.

“You made Liqun and the others worry so much yesterday, you’d better remember to give them a call later,” Aunt Mei said.

"Okay, Aunt Mei."

Eat slowly.

"Aunt Mei, I feel so hungry right now."