I am not Spider-Man because I am parasitized by an alien!

NewYork-Presbyterian Hospital.

"Good job, Doctor Strange."

The doctor in surgical clothes breathed a sigh of relief and thanked his colleague next to him, Dr. Stephen Strange.

According to the usual schedule, this kind of surgery would take at least thirty hours.

But with Strange as the surgeon, the operation was successfully completed in three hours.

Although he hated Strange's arrogance, he had to admit that the other party did have a pair of "miracle hands."

"Sorry, I have something else to do and I have to leave first."

Strange didn't know what his colleague was thinking, so he took off his gloves and pressed his sore shoulder.

Pushing open the operating room door, before he could take a breath, he saw a couple walking toward him with anxious faces.

"Doctor, my daughter."

"The operation was successful and she was able to talk and walk soon."

Strange didn't wait for the other party to ask, and spoke directly to the patient's family.

After hearing that their daughter was safe, the couple immediately cried with joy.

"Great, really great, thank you doctor, thank you!"

The husband held Strange's hand and expressed his gratitude excitedly.

Strange calmly pulled out his hand and said to the two of them: "Due to the anesthesia, she won't wake up until later. You can go back and rest first."

The wife shook her head and said excitedly: "No, I want to stay with our daughter until she wakes up."

Strange nodded, said no more, turned and left.

As soon as he walked out of the hospital corridor, he heard a voice from behind, "Please wait a moment, Doctor Strange."

Strange turned around and saw Christine, a female colleague in the emergency room, walking towards him.

He stopped and waited for the other party to come up, "You look good today, Christine."

Kristine shrugged her shoulders, "I've always looked good. I just heard you comforting the patient's family. This is quite different from the Doctor Strange in my impression."

"uh-huh."

Strange smiled and said: "I asked them to go home and rest for a while because I was worried that they would be unable to pay for the surgery if they collapsed."

Kristen choked on the other party's words.

After a long while, he said quietly: "This is the Doctor Strange I know."

Arrogant and extremely smart, but definitely not a likeable person.

"After all, they need a doctor who can heal their daughter, not a psychiatrist who can comfort them, right? Christine."

Strange, who didn't take it seriously, quickly changed the topic, "By the way, there is a medical lecture at New York University tonight. Can I invite you?"

Christine smiled and said hello to the passing colleagues, turned her head and replied: "Although I am very interested in medical lectures, I have to be on duty tonight, so I'm sorry."

Although she could ask her co-workers to help with her shift, she said she would have to think carefully about dating such an egotistical guy.

The invitation was declined, and Strange didn't care.

For a successful man who lives in a big house and drives a Lamborghini, he has no shortage of female companions.

The two of them walked to the elevator while talking.

"bite"!

The elevator door is opened.

Peter in the elevator looked up.

What caught his eye was Strange and Christine standing at the elevator entrance.

Doctor Strange?

His eyes were immediately drawn to Strange's very iconic horse face.

Originally, on the introduction to NewYork-Presbyterian Hospital, I saw Stephen Strange's name, which seemed a bit familiar.

Only now did he remember that the other person was the genius doctor who had not yet become Doctor Strange.

Countless thoughts ran through his mind, but Peter's expression remained unchanged. He quickly withdrew his gaze and stepped out of the elevator.

Now the other party doesn't know magic yet, and he's not the magician with the time stone.

He is not interested in Doctor Strange like this.

After the two of them passed each other, Strange frowned and looked at Peter's back.

"What's wrong?"

Seeing Strange's eyes fixed on a stranger, Kristen couldn't help but asked curiously.

"nothing."

Strange shook his head, pressed the button for the negative floor of the elevator, and asked Christine: "Which floor are you going to?"

"Second floor."

Kristen reached out and pressed the elevator button on the second floor, "In the anesthesiology department on the second floor, I need to hold a small meeting. I hope it won't waste too much time."

The two of them were in the elevator, and the air suddenly became quiet.

Strange's brows almost furrowed as he recalled the strange feeling just now.

When he passed by the other party just now, his heartbeat accelerated a bit, and his breathing became heavy for a moment, as if an invisible and terrifying pressure suddenly hit him.

Taking a deep breath and putting this strange feeling behind him, he forced his attention to the evening's medical lecture.

Hospital.

"Lane Brown, you can call me Dr. Lane."

In the clinic, a white doctor introduced himself to Peter with a smile.

"We talked about it on the phone, Dr. Lane."

Peter looked at the surrounding environment and sat opposite Dr. Lane.

Ryan Brown wears a pair of glasses, is about thirty years old, and has a gentle smile on his lips.

He was not angry at all because of Peter's slightly offensive words, but stood up, walked to the door and locked it.

"Yes, just as we agreed, I will keep your condition confidential, and it is absolutely confidential, and I will get the corresponding remuneration."

Peter nodded, "That's the best. It can be seen that Dr. Ryan is a smart and flexible doctor."

The Dr. Ryan in front of him was the consulting doctor that Peter had contacted in advance.

Before entering the hospital, he had investigated the other party's background.

Because of the unauthorized collection of gratitude money from the patient's family and non-standard operations, he was warned by the hospital and had a poor reputation in the hospital.

It was for this reason that Peter chose the other party as his doctor.

After all, such a doctor who is easily bribed by money is most suitable to trade with himself.

"As you requested, I will not record this diagnosis and treatment, and will destroy and erase any of your case materials in the hospital. In other words, only the two of us know the results of this diagnosis and treatment."

Dr. Ryan pushed the frame of his glasses and assured Peter.

Although he didn't know why the patient in front of him had so much trouble to see a doctor, he forced himself to suppress his curiosity in the professional spirit of never asking too many questions.

In addition, although Peter looked unusually young, the cold and dangerous aura he exuded made Ryan subconsciously regard him as someone who was not easy to mess with, so he was very cooperative.

"Very good, I hope we can have a pleasant cooperation!"

Peter was very satisfied with his professionalism.