Chapter 5 - Uncle Ben's Universal Formula

Parker's house, at night.

"Peter? Are you sure you don't want to taste it?

Aunt May stood in the kitchen, carrying a dinner plate to Peter

The dinner plate was filled with freshly baked pancakes.

Banana-coconut flavored, with cinnamon and honey, they tasted good, maybe you should try them to see if they are to your liking.

Uncle Ben chimed in, "May thought you had a bad appetite and spent two hours making them.

Peter, who was standing next to the locker by the door, flipping through today's newspaper, looked up at the words and said to Aunt May and Uncle Ben, "I've already eaten, Aunt May, Uncle Ben."

"We didn't see you eat.

Uncle Ben shook his head, "Peter, don't tell me you ate out, if you buy something to eat out every day, you won't have enough pocket money.

"Maybe I can make my own money."

Peter put down the newspaper and said to Uncle Ben, "I've been fine, Uncle Ben, so don't worry about me.

Aunt May disagreed with Peter's words, she put the dinner plate on the table, wiped her hands with her apron and walked over to Peter.

You've been feeling down lately, I can feel it Peter, you're a kid who can't hide what's on your mind," she said while holding Peter's hand, "Maybe we can help you.

After a moment of silence, Peter looked up and gazed into Aunt May's worried eyes

"I'm fine."

In the end, he still said the words that made Aunt May slightly disappointed.

Even though he hadn't spent much time with Aunt May and Uncle Ben, Peter could still feel the genuine concern from both of them.

But the problem he was facing was not something he could tell the two.

It wasn't something the two could solve either.

Uncle Ben, who was at the dining table, broke the silent atmosphere of the room.

He stood up and said to Peter: "Peter, if you don't fit in at school, you can try resting for two days, maybe I can take you to the Metropolitan Museum of Art for a visit, didn't you say you wanted to experience it before? " 

"No thanks, Uncle Ben, I'm not interested for now. ''

Peter shook his head in refusal.

"Well, maybe you think I'm long-winded, but I'd like to tell you anyway, Peter, you don't have to be bothered about it, everyone has abilities that they are good at and not so good at, you may not be a fit lad, but you've got a great head on your shoulders and you're good at science."

"And my talent ... is telling long-winded speeches.

Uncle Ben said in a serious voice

And he coughed and took a solid notebook from the chair next to the couch "I know a formula that has held true for me no matter what the circumstances, and I'm sure it will hold true for you too, Peter."

While saying this, he penciled a formula on it: "W/G^p==G^r"

The greater the ability, the greater the accompanying responsibility." 

Peter:"..."

Hearing that most famous of lines come out of Uncle Ben's mouth, Peter fell silent.

Why do I see a surrounding aura of death in you, Uncle Ben?

"There is no such formula, Uncle Ben, did you make it up yourself?

Half a dozen times, Peter looked up to Uncle Ben and asked.

"Of course I did, I can explain to you what the symbols mean, like P for ....."

Before Uncle Ben could finish his sentence, Aunt May interrupted him

"Well, Ben, don't be a long-winded reasoner, I don't know what P stands for, but I do know that G' stands for probably funny." 

May came over and glared at her husband and patted Peter on the shoulder "Our little Peter might need a break . I'm all ears perked up.

Ben shrugged his shoulders helplessly at his wife's dismantling "Well, I may have said a little too much today.

...

Upstairs.

Peter, who had already finished dealing with Aunt May and Uncle Ben, sat at his desk and used his computer to browse the web. There was a soft "metaphorical" vibration from downstairs, as Aunt May was using the vacuum cleaner to clean the floor.

Chemotherapy, Hospitals, Radiation .....

Peter operated his keyboard and typed keywords into Google, and all the information on the relevant hospitals in New York popped up.

After some battles with the Hand Combine, it had convinced him that the alien genes were affecting him all the time.

The alien placenta would act like a cancerous cell that was tightly connected to every organ in his own body.

Radiation and chemotherapy treatments could remove the cancer cells, but they shouldn't do anything to the alien embryo.

Although it does not work on alien embryos, such hospitals have the best testing instruments, as well as drugs and means to inhibit cancer cells.

Even if the drugs could not help one inhibit the development of the embryo, one should at least figure out what kind of mutation had happened to the embryo inside one's body.

"New York Presbyterian Hospital."

After some searching, Peter identified a hospital.

This hospital was one of the top healthcare systems in the entire United States, and its neurosurgery and oncology disciplines were consistently at the forefront of the nation, with many presidents and high-ranking officials having been treated here.

The next thing to do was to get a fortune.

It was well known that the American healthcare system had always been the most screwed up.

He had heard it before from a Mexican who had fled to the United States and traveled to the hospital for back pain. The dedicated and kind doctor talked to him for fifteen minutes and then politely escorted him out the door. The next day the Mexican received a bill for "5670" dollars.

So much so that the Mexican wondered: is a simple touch worth $5,670? !

! You know, many experienced skilled laborers in the United States only make about a thousand dollars a week.

Seeing the confusion, the doctor wrote on the bill: "Touch, $10; know where to touch, $5,660." [

Mexican: "..."

Talking back to screwing money

For a good man, it might take some time to get money by following the law, but for a man like him, who had trampled on the rules, getting money should be the easiest thing of all. Standing up, Peter looked toward the ticking clock on the wall. The hands were pointing to eleven o'clock, some time before the middle of the night.

He needed to go out after Aunt May and Uncle Ben had rested.

There was a hunger pang in his body, a danger signal from his body, accompanied by a pang in his throat. It was accompanied by a gagging sensation in his throat.

Even though the fusion of alien genes had given him physical qualities that surpassed those of ordinary humans, the discomfort in his body was reminding him.

He possessed a sword of Damocles above his head that would fall at some point. And once it fell, he would end up "breaking his chest" and dying.

While waiting for the time to pass, Peter casually ate a little bit of chocolate to take in trace amounts of energy. It was only after twelve o'clock, after both Aunt May and Uncle Ben had rested, that Peter began to move. Casually taking out the baseball cap from the cabinet and putting it on his head, Peter quickly entered, the neighborhood where he remembered the gangs to be most rampant.

Under the thick ink of the night, his body almost blended with black.