Chapter 47 ：Dr Strange, utterly cornered
Ryan's office.
'Dr Strange? Did you think well of him?"
Peter asked Dr. Lane, "Why else would you recommend him?"
Ryan shook his head and said, "Actually, I don't remember him very well, but the rich people he cured would like him."
Peter's a little stunned. You got the nerve to question someone's medical ethics?
Without noticing Peter's expression, Dr. Lane's face showed a trace of anger. "He's a cold doctor."
"Well, I see."
Peter nodded. "You hate this colleague of yours. "
"Of course, a proud man like him will have to run out of options at some point."
Dr. Lane, who had a strong opinion of Strange, said something of a cursing nature.
"Nobody likes him. He's a total efficiencist."
When Peter heard the words, he nodded at the half-sound, "Perhaps, I hope your curse will not be fulfilled."
The future Strange broke his hand due to a car accident, lost the magic of the "hand of God", and was reduced to a disabled person who could not perform surgery.
This Doctor Strange, he really has no choice in the future.
If it wasn't for magic, I'd be in a mess.
"Thank you for your help, Dr. Lane."
Peter gathered up the CT images, put away the paring knife that had cut his hand, and prepared to leave.
"The treatment is still charged to the original account, see you next time."
As he said this, he opened the door and walked out.
Meanwhile, the fellow in the black trench coat in the corridor was already hurrying towards Strange
"Whoosh!
The glittering dagger plunged into Strange's chest.
Strange looked up and saw in amazement the dagger thrust at him.
Unconsciously, he raised his arm to block.
"Snort!
The sharp dagger struck his hand and blood gushed out.
When a blow failed, the man in the trench threw a left fist at Strange's face.
In response to the pain in his hand, Strange threw his head back.
Trench Coat's punch is quick and wide, but he can't catch it in time.
"Bang!" His fist slammed into the wall.
Strange had actually seen two fingers broken, and he had even heard the crack of bones.
It's like someone broke a branch in their lap.
The blow missed, and the Trench man bumped against Strange, then raised his dagger, ready to stab him again.
Strange stumbled, and as he tried to keep his balance, the dagger went for his wrist.
Strange's fear amplified as the glittering dagger came closer and closer to him. If your hands are pierced, you will lose everything and lose your qualification to be a doctor. At this time, the people in the hospital corridor, seeing Strange and the trench coat man scuffle together, all stunned, the first to react to the nurses, quickly call the guard.
Other hospital patients, after making a noise, immediately fled the dangerous place.
Strange was in despair when suddenly a pair of hands reached up behind him.
"Bang", this pair of hands that look more delicate than their own, firmly grasp the trench coat man's wrist.
The trench coat man looked in shock at the sudden appearance of the stranger.
He tried to pull away and hold his hand, but no matter how hard he tried, he would not budge, and Strange was stunned by what he saw.
He looked back unconsciously and saw Peter. Parker stood behind him.
He was so impressed by the guy who had slapped him that he recognized him at first sight.
"Put... Let go!"
"Said the man in the trench coat, biting his teeth fiercely and with red eyes.
Peter, who looked at him coldly, let go of his wrist.
Before he could respond, Peter threw another random punch forward.
"Boom!"
The trench coat man who was punched in the chest, receded as if struck by lightning. Finally, "clunker" stepped back to the corner, hit the wall with his back, and sat on the ground.
He tried to get up in pain, but found that he could not even move. The man in the Trench Coat stared at him with hatred and fear. Peter turned to look disapproving at Strange.
Strange, clutching his bleeding right hand, recovered himself and looked at Peter with startled eyes.
What power is this? !
"All right? Dr Strange? '
"I..."
Strange exhaled forcefully. "I'm fine. I think it's just a skin wound, thank you, Mr Parker."
Counting the last time his brother was in a car accident, the other side has already helped him twice.
"Were it not for your help, these hands of mine would have been... ."
He raised his hands to his eyes, trembling with fear.
"Don't mention it, just go along with it, see a pair of magic hands were so destroyed, some regret, so accidentally stood out, maybe later..." I will also use your hand of God."
"Said Peter lightly, glancing at his hands.
Although curious to see if Doctor Strange would have become "useless" without his own help, he thinks that the other person's hands might be useful to him, so he intervened to prevent the scene.
"Uh....."
Strange was speechless at Peter's explanation of his motives.
Does it need to be so straightforward?
"Good heavens! Strange, are you all right? '
There was a noise in the hallway, and several security guards quickly arrived to restrain the trench coat man.
Christine came quickly up too, and asked Strange with a worried face.
"I'm all right, thanks to Mr. Parker's help.
Strange explained to Christine what had just happened.
After giving Peter his card and thanking him again, Strange went down to bandage his hand with Christine's help.
Seeing that the matter was over, the crowd of onlookers gradually began to disperse.
Peter took one look at the card, put it away, and turned to leave.
In the crowd of onlookers in the corridor, a man in a black suit and red sunglasses watched the scene in front of him.
It was not until everyone had left that he turned to Peter's back and watched him walk away.
Peter, who was being watched, suddenly sensed something, stopped and turned to face the man with red sunglasses.
The man with red sunglasses suddenly felt a palpitation.
It seems that they are positioned by a higher level of existence, and the feeling of unease immediately invents the whole body.
He can't see, but his senses are particularly acute.
He immediately turned his attention away from Peter and quickly left the place.