Chapter 14: The Woman Who Could See the Future

"You didn't see the way those classmates looked at Peter, they were scared, disgusted, hateful, as if Peter had committed an unforgivable crime, as if he were a monster, but Peter is clearly the victim!"

"I hate this feeling!"

Gwen covered her throbbing forehead in despair. "I don't want Peter to be seen like this, but I'm powerless to change it."

"You and Peter..."

Knowing what her father wanted to ask, Gwen interrupted, "He's my friend."

"A good friend."

She quickly added.

"Well, rest assured, we'll definitely find the real culprit, clear your friend's name, just give your father some time."

George assured his daughter.

On the other side.

Uncle Ben was driving his almost falling-apart Toyota, taking Aunt May and Peter home.

"Sorry, Peter, I didn't know you would experience this at school."

Aunt May choked up a bit.

Peter, sitting beside her, comforted Aunt May, "It's okay, Aunt May, I don't care about this."

"I love you, Peter, truly love you."

Aunt May held Peter's hands, her eyes red with self-blame, "I've always worried that I didn't do well enough, and made you feel wronged. If I had known you were going through this at school, I would rather bear it for you."

"May, Peter is a strong kid."

Uncle Ben, who was driving, said, "I think he chose not to tell us because he's worried about us. Everyone encounters a mess during their growth, but I firmly believe that Peter will grow up to be a man someday."

Although Uncle Ben also felt sorry for his nephew, he was very rational.

There was little he could do to help his nephew with these problems, ultimately Peter had to face them himself.

Peter, being comforted by the two, remained relatively calm.

These memories of bullying were just remnants of the past, and he didn't have much feeling about them.

The law of the jungle, wherever you go, it applies.

Fairness and justice exist only in those elusive lies.

As he shifted his gaze to the rapidly moving scenery outside the car window, Peter thought of other things,

Stuffing the victim into a spider's nest, this was the first time he had seen such a method of murder.

Is the killer a student at school?

A presence like Spider-Man?

Or, like himself, a species with mutated genes?

His brow quickly furrowed.

The next day.

New York Presbyterian Hospital.

Peter walked along the corridor towards Dr. Ryan's office in the tumor department.

He needed the doctor to monitor the changes in the alien embryo in his body closely using detection equipment.

As for the school, due to Josh's accidental death, the school had a day off.

Perhaps to suppress the increasingly absurd rumors about Josh's death.

Due to the extremely bizarre nature of Josh's death, all sorts of strange rumors were flying around the school.

Even Peter had been rumored to be a mysterious killer with supernatural abilities.

After all, many people saw him throw Josh onto the locker that day.

It didn't seem difficult to kill Josh with such strength.

Even though the school and the police explained that Peter had nothing to do with the incident, he was still labeled with various titles related to spiders.

As someone who was never interested in school gossip, Peter still didn't know that the students had given him the nickname "Spider-Man" in advance.

After entering Dr. Ryan's office, the doctor quickly conducted an examination for him.

The alien embryo in his body was still the same as before, with no significant changes.

"You can try eating some low-calorie foods. Maybe this won't accelerate the growth of the tumor in your body. If you can't intake energy for a long time, it will also harm your body."

Dr. Ryan suggested to him.

Peter nodded, neither confirming nor denying his suggestion.

He now felt that his body was evolving towards a stronger direction.

His running speed was faster, and his agility and strength had improved.

If he were to deal with the "werewolf boy" from before, he would find it much easier now.

It seemed that the influence of the alien gene in his body was growing.

He didn't know what stage this change would ultimately develop into, whether it was good or bad for him.

Would he eventually become an alien himself?

Or would an alien be born inside him?

"So, are you really sure you don't need a blood test? Maybe... it could help you identify the nature of the tumor in your body more quickly."

Dr. Ryan suggested a blood test to him.

"No, it's not necessary."

His blood was as corrosive as the alien's, how could it be drawn?

Fear that the needle would be corroded in an instant.

After leaving Dr. Ryan's office, Peter prepared to leave the hospital.

Just as he reached the public lounge area, an old woman stopped him.

"Child, can you take me to the ward?"

The elderly woman sat in a wheelchair, smiling at him.

Peter glanced around and confirmed that she was calling him, then shook his head without hesitation.

"Sorry, I have something else to do. You can find someone else."

He wasn't a helpful person.

"Is that so? But I can see that you're confused. Maybe I can give you some immature advice."

The woman continued to smile.

Peter ignored her, but what the woman said next made him stop preparing to leave.

"Like I know that you want to buy a newspaper now, but you probably don't have any change in your wallet."

Peter stopped and looked at the woman, silent for a few seconds.

He did indeed plan to buy something downstairs.

He then took out his wallet from his pocket, which contained several "Franklins."

There was indeed no change inside.

Peter shook his head and put the wallet back in his pocket, saying, "I was indeed thinking about buying something, but I didn't know what I wanted until the moment of decision."

"But fate has already made the choice for you, hasn't it?"

Peter didn't speak, pondered for a moment, then came over to push the old woman's wheelchair.

He did want to see what the old woman wanted to do.

"Thank you."

The woman smiled and thanked him, "My ward is 965."

On the other side.

Dr. Christin realized that her patient was missing.

Seeing the wheelchair beside her was gone, she knew that the patient must have gone out for a walk.

She was about to go crazy!

She had clearly instructed her not to go out, but she didn't expect that she would lose track of the patient for a moment and the patient would disappear from the ward.

Just as she was about to hold the nurse accountable, she looked up and saw the patient being pushed back into the ward.

And the one pushing the wheelchair was someone she never expected.

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