American Comics: Opening Guidance Batman

Although it was said that he would go to get the medicine in a while, Peter still went in the afternoon, because Matt's leg had been bleeding a little, and he had to change several dressing methods. When it was done, it was already afternoon.

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

When Schiller heard the doorbell, he came out and saw a big boy in a sweater standing at the door, sniffing hard, as if he wanted to inhale all the fragrance into his stomach.

Schiller wiped his hands and said, "Come in."

Peter scratched his head and said, "Good noon, sir, a friend of mine asked me to come here to get medicine. He said you know."

"Oh, I know." Schiller said, "But after I finish eating, he shouldn't be in a hurry, right?"

Peter said: "Fortunately, his blood has stopped, but the pain is a bit severe. He needs some painkillers."

"Have you eaten yet?" Schiller asked. Peter blushed a little. He thought that maybe his eyes were too hot to look at the kitchen, and the doctor found out.

Schiller said: If you haven't eaten, just stay and eat, or you can bring back one for Matt. "

With that said, a little yellow creature ran to the table with a big bowl on it, still very humanely twitching his nose on the bowl, and then licking his lips, as if he couldn't wait.

Schiller made Chinese food, rice, sweet and sour short ribs, hot and sour shredded potatoes, and a bowl of tomato and egg soup.

The hungry and panicked Peter stared straight at the dining table, unable to say anything to refuse.

Since he acquired the spider ability, Peter's appetite has also increased a lot, and he is very hungry. After eating a whole rice cooker, Peter was really embarrassed. He put down the bowl with red ears and said, "Really. I'm sorry, doctor, I seem to have eaten all your meals, that... I'll pay..."

"No, no need." Schiller said, "I was going to make another pot of rice. After all, I have to bring it back to my old friend. There are still some spare ribs in the pot. Go to that lunch box in the cupboard and bring it back to Matt."

The little spider ran to the kitchen and not only made a new pot of rice, but also cleaned the pots and bowls.

Schiller thinks this version of Spider-Man is still very likable.

In contrast, Pikachu had a round belly. After eating, he spread out on a chair and started snoring. Schiller grabbed his lightning-shaped tail and shook it, saying, "Even if someone is in charge of washing up today. The bowl is not a reason why you can avoid work and throw away the garbage."

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

"Okay, please, oh, by the way, there is no garbage disposal fee in Hell's Kitchen. Go ahead, there is a corner, there is a pile of waste, just throw the garbage there."

Peter took two large bags of kitchen waste in his hand, turned out the back door of the clinic, and saw the place Schiller said at a glance. It was a little distance from the clinic, and there were a lot of broken bricks and waste wood. There was also some **** thrown by others, which was piled high and had a strong odor.

There are several beggars next to these garbage heaps, all of them pointing to the kitchen waste left or not eaten by others to fill their stomachs.

When Little Spider walked past, these beggars were all on the other side of the waste heap. He didn't see them. Maybe he was full, or maybe the Chinese food made by Schiller was just too good for his taste, and the depression in Peter's heart was swept away. Empty, he happily carried two bags of garbage, a short sprint, plus a vigorous wave of his arm forward, he threw the garbage to the top of the waste heap.

"Bingo!" yelled Peter, as he used to do when he and Uncle Ben went to take out the trash, far away, and then tossed the trash bags hard, hoping they would land right in the trash.

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

He threw the garbage bags up, and one of the garbage bags shattered. There were bones left over from a few people's meals, some leftover minced meat from Schiller's cooking, a little shredded potato that wasn't finished, and half a sprout. The potatoes, but those beggars wanted to grab them as if they had seen some unparalleled delicacy.

The waste heap has been piled up into a hill. The beggars have to step on broken bricks and wooden boards when they want to climb up. Moreover, the top of the waste heap is a triangle formed by several large broken walls. The beggars struggle to climb up. Climbing, then Peter saw someone picking up trash.

He felt a little embarrassed, so he rushed to the middle of the mountainside of the waste heap, trying to climb to the top and take down the garbage.

The beggars are not Spider-Man with mutation ability. They have been hungry for a long time and have no strength. One of the older old women was the closest to the top of the mountain, but when she was in a hurry, the piece of waste she was holding was broken by her. Down, losing the support of her hands, she fell straight back.

As soon as Spider-Man stood at the top of the waste heap, he saw a beggar on the opposite side fall down. He reached out to grab it, but he was a step too late.

There is everything in this waste pile. The wine bottle fragments, steel bars, and spiked wooden boards thrown from the upstairs by the drunkards, no matter which one hits, I am afraid they will lose half their lives.

Fortunately, Peter had supernatural powers. He quickly bent down and grabbed the falling beggar. Before he could be proud, he heard a loud roar, followed by a sharp and harsh braking sound, and a sound. The dull sound of objects being hit.

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

That's Daredevil.

A lot of blood flowed from the place where he landed, and the strong smell of blood made the world in front of Peter's eyes a hazy red.

He rushed down like a madman, and Matt lay there, his eyes, nose and mouth were all oozing blood, and his spine was twisted into a weird shape, as if it had been broken.

But he wasn't dead, but after losing the nerves connected to his brain, he couldn't move at all.

Peter was trembling all over. He couldn't care less, he quickly picked Matt up, and rushed in through 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 those who assassinated him again. He said, "The garage is next to him. Put him in the car and take him to the Presbyterian hospital immediately."

With such a serious injury, I am afraid that only the best hospitals have some chance of being able to rescue it.

Schiller's rampage on the streets of Manhattan still took Matt to the Presbyterian Hospital as fast as he could. 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, but unfortunately he no longer has the ability to write a suicide note or oral will, if you are his relatives, you may be able to go to the hospital. See him one last time."

Peter was on the verge of collapsing, and all things were connected together here. He really didn't expect that what the gangsters wanted to murder that day was precisely the only good person 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 it, no, or just told Matt about it, he would definitely be more careful.

If he didn't stay at the clinic to eat, but left immediately after taking the medicine, Matt would not come out to find him.

If he wasn't playful and hadn't thrown the two garbage bags so high, maybe he would have had time to throw Matt down the moment the car rushed out.

He had so many chances to save his friends, but he still did nothing.

Daredevil was dying, and Peter couldn't accept that fact.

Schiller was very calm. He asked the doctor in charge: "Where is his main problem? Cardiopulmonary function? Brain surgery? Or intra-abdominal trauma?"

The doctor shook his head and said, "None of them. There is a problem with his spine. I'm afraid his nerves will no longer be connected. Even if he can barely save his life, he will not be able to move for the rest of his life."

Schiller took a deep breath and said, "I just want to know how to save him."

The doctor hesitated and said, "Maybe Dr. Strange has a way. He is the best neurosurgeon in our place, and maybe he is the only one who can connect so many nerves."

Schiller turned around immediately, and he said, "Peter, I'm going to find someone who can save Matt, but you have to stay here, you know~www.novelmt.com~ Matt was taken to the hospital, but those Those who want to kill him will not give up, after I leave, you must ensure that no one enters the operating room, and I will come back as quickly as possible."

After speaking, he left immediately.

Peter kept talking, trembling all over, "No one will go in the operating room, no one will go in 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 it was the most upscale apartment nearby.

Schiller turned on the flash directly and arrived at the apartment building as quickly as possible. He didn't take the elevator at all, and he didn't intend to knock on the door. Several consecutive flashes that could pass through the wall appeared behind Strange who was having afternoon tea. .

Strange heard a movement, and as soon as he turned his head, a crutch pressed straight against his Adam's apple.

"Listen, I don't have time to talk nonsense with you. A friend of mine was seriously injured and is now being rescued at the Presbyterian Hospital. You are the best neurosurgeon there. Now get your stuff and do the surgery right away."

Strange showed an absurd expression, Schiller let go of his hand holding the crutch, but the crutch was still floating in mid-air, pointing straight at Strange, Strange raised his hands and stepped back, there was no one on the crutch. He took it, but kept it against his neck.

As soon as Schiller reached out to the air, Strange's coat on the hanger flew over. Strange's eyes widened, watching this scene in disbelief, Schiller threw the coat to him and said, "I I think you understand that you have no right to refuse now, just follow me immediately."