Chapter 22: Heroes Are Ordinary (Part 1)

Although he was supposed to get the medicine in a while, Peter didn't go until the afternoon, because Matt's leg was bleeding. He had to change several bandages. When he was done, it was already afternoon.

Peter didn't have time to eat. He was starving. When he came to the clinic, he smelled a charming fragrance.

Schiller heard the doorbell and walked out. A big boy in a sweater was 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 afternoon, sir. A friend of mine asked me to come here to get medicine. He said you know."

"Oh, I know." Schiller said, "But he has to wait until I finish my meal. He shouldn't be in a hurry, right?"

Peter said, "Fortunately, his bleeding has stopped, but it hurts a little bit. He needs some painkillers."

"Have you eaten?" Schiller asked. Peter blushed a little. He thought that maybe he looked at the kitchen with too much passion and was discovered by the doctor.

Schiller said: If you haven't eaten, stay and eat some. You can also bring some back to Matt. "

As he said that, a small yellow creature ran to the table with a big bowl on its head. It twitched its nose on the bowl in a very human way, and then licked its lips, as if it couldn't wait.

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

Peter, who was a little panicked with hunger, stared at the table and couldn't say no.

Since he gained the ability of spiders, Peter's appetite has increased a lot, and he is particularly hungry. After eating a whole rice cooker of rice, Peter was really a little embarrassed. He put down the bowl with red ears and said: "I'm really sorry, doctor, I seem to have eaten all your food, that... I will pay..."

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

Spider ran to the kitchen and not only made another pot of rice, but also cleaned the pots and bowls.

Schiller thought this version of Spider-Man was still very likable.

In contrast, Pikachu ate until his belly was round. After eating, he fell on the chair and began to snore. Schiller grabbed his lightning-shaped tail and shook it, saying, "Even if someone is responsible for washing the dishes today, it is not a reason for you to avoid work. Go and throw away the garbage."

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

"Okay, thank you. Oh, by the way, there is no garbage disposal fee in Hell's Kitchen. Go forward, there is a corner with a pile of waste, just throw the garbage there. "

Peter carried two large bags of kitchen waste in his hands, turned out from the back door of the clinic, and saw the place Schiller mentioned at a glance. It was a little far from the clinic, and there was a pile of broken bricks, waste wood boards, and some garbage thrown by other people. The pile was very high and emitted a strong odor.

There were a few beggars next to these garbage piles. They all pointed to the kitchen waste that others had left over or didn't want to eat to fill their stomachs.

When Spider-Man walked over, these beggars were on the other side of the waste pile, and he didn't see them. Maybe they were full, or maybe the Chinese food made by Schiller was too much for his taste. Peter's depression was swept away. He happily carried two bags of garbage, a short sprint, and swung his arms forward vigorously, and the garbage was thrown to the top of the waste pile.

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

But he didn't have that much strength before, and Uncle Ben often cleaned up the mess for him. Peter thought that next time he went to throw away garbage, he must let his uncle see his current arm strength.

He threw the garbage bags up, and one of the garbage bags broke. There were bones left over from several people's meals, some leftover meat from Schiller's cooking, some uneaten shredded potatoes, and half a sprouted potato in it. The beggars wanted to grab it as if they had seen some rare delicacy.

The waste pile has piled up into a small hill. The beggars want to climb up, so they have to step on the broken pieces. Bricks and wooden boards, and the top of the waste pile was a triangle formed by several large pieces of broken walls. The beggars struggled to climb up, and then Peter saw someone picking up garbage.

He felt a little embarrassed, so he rushed to the halfway point of the waste pile, wanting to climb to the top and take down the garbage.

The beggars were not Spider-Man with mutant powers. They had been hungry for a long time and had no strength. One of the older women was closest to the top of the mountain, but in a hurry, the piece of waste she was holding was broken off by her hand. Without the support of her hand, she fell straight back.

Spider-Man just stood on the top of the waste pile and saw a beggar on the opposite side fall down. He stretched out his hand to catch him, but he was a step too late.

There was everything in this scrap pile, including broken bottles, steel bars, and spiked wooden boards thrown down by drunkards from upstairs. No matter which one he hit, he would probably lose half his life.

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

Blood splattered, Peter turned his head and looked at the nearest intersection in disbelief. He was very familiar with the figure that flew out.

That was Daredevil.

A large amount of blood flowed out from where he landed. The strong smell of blood made the world in front of Peter covered with a hazy red.

He rushed down like crazy, and Matt was lying there. His eyes, nose and mouth were oozing countless blood. His spine was twisted into a weird shape, as if it had been broken.

But he was not dead yet, but he could not move at all after losing the nerves connected to his brain.

Peter was shaking all over, he didn't care about much, he quickly picked up Matt, and then rushed in from the back door of Schiller's clinic, he shouted: "Doctor! Doctor! There is someone here who needs treatment!!!"

When Schiller saw Matt, he knew that he might have been attacked by the assassin again, he said: "The garage is next to it, put him in the car, send him to Presbyterian Hospital immediately."

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

Schiller rushed through the streets of Manhattan, and still took Matt to Presbyterian Hospital at the fastest speed. He still had some face in this hospital, and Matt was quickly sent to the emergency room.

But soon, the attending doctor said to 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 an oral will. If you are his relatives, perhaps you can go to see him for the last time."

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

He couldn't accept that all this was caused by him. If he 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 didn't play around and didn't throw the two garbage bags so high, 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 didn't do anything.

Daredevil was about to die, and Peter couldn'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 abdominal injury?"

The doctor shook his head and said: "None of them. There is a problem with his spine. I am afraid that the nerves can no longer be reconnected. Even if he can barely save his life, he will be unable 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 and said: "Maybe Dr. Strange has a way. He is the best neurosurgeon here. Maybe only he can reconnect so many nerves."

Schiller turned around immediately 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 will not give up. After I leave, you must ensure that no one enters the operating room. I will be back as soon as possible."

After that, he left immediately.

Peter trembled all over and kept muttering: "No one will enter the operating room, no one will enter the operating room, I won't let anyone in..."

After Schiller left the hospital, he called Pepper directly and said, "I hope 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 directly activated the flash and arrived at the apartment building at the fastest speed. He didn't take the elevator at all, and didn't intend to knock on the door. He flashed several times in a row that could pass through the wall and appeared behind Strange who was having afternoon tea.

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

"Listen, I don't have time to talk nonsense with you. One of my friends is seriously injured and is now being treated at the Presbyterian Hospital. You are the best neurosurgeon there. Now take your things and go to perform the operation immediately."

Strange showed a ridiculous expression. Schiller let go of the crutch, but the crutch was still floating in the air, pointing directly at Strange. Strange raised his hands and stepped back. No one was holding the crutch, but it was still against his neck.

Schiller stretched out his hand in the air, and Strange's coat hung on the hanger flew over. Strange stared at this scene with wide eyes in disbelief. Schiller threw the coat to him and said, "I think you understand that you have no right to refuse now. Come with me immediately."