ushernet Chapter 808 Searching for a Doctor
Chapter 808 Searching for a Doctor
Chapter 808 Searching for a Doctor
"The Lonely Confessor: Tony Stark's First Exclusive Interview"
Peter, dressed in a Spider-Man suit, crouched on the exterior wall of a building in New York, looking at the interview transcript written by Mary Jane on his phone. Of course, the newspaper showed a photo Peter had taken of Tony, who was wearing a dark red suit, holding a wine glass, and looked calm and rational.
"I have a little admiration for Jonah Jameson for getting an intern to get a photo taken by a non-employee onto the front page of the Daily Bugle. But personally, I think the report was really well written, though that's just my opinion."
"According to reports, Spider-Man and his spider-freak brethren are increasingly appearing on the streets of New York!" Jonah Jameson clearly couldn't handle three minutes of Spider-Man praise: "I can't help but ask, when will our city get rid of these ever-increasing numbers of spider freaks?!"
"I received a letter from a viewer who identified himself as a window cleaner in New York. He said that last month, a female Spider-Man in a white suit threw a criminal into the air while stopping a crime and then spun him into the glass wall he was working on! That prevented him from working properly for a full two hours. There's no doubt that these spider monsters are turning our city's skies into a threat!"
Peter grumbled as he scrolled through Mary Jane's articles: "I don't even know if you can make sense of what you're saying, Jonah, but never mind."
Hey! Spider-Man!
Laurie, who keeps pigeons, came out and saw Spider-Man scrolling through his phone. Peter looked up at Laurie and said, "Hey, Laurie, that's Laura in your hand, right? Not Carl?"
"Yeah, what a lovely girl. It would be even better if those thugs didn't keep thinking about what to throw at them with."
Laurie laughed, then released the pigeon in her hand and asked Peter, "Um, Spider-Man, can I ask you something? I heard that Stark Industries' stock has started going up again. Does that mean electricity prices will come down again? I kind of miss those days. Did Iron Man mention this to you?"
"Oh yes, he said that. He said the electricity price would remain the same as before—I mean, a 50% reduction."
These issues were actually mentioned in today's reports, but like many Americans, Laurie has reading difficulties, and when faced with interviews that take up the entire page, they can hardly read the whole report.
"Oh, that's great! I'm finally able to save up some money. I hope to get a bigger pigeon coop and some automatic water dispensers and feeders for these pigeons."
Laurie laughed, while Peter, expressing his anticipation, asked, "By the way, have you heard of a doctor who recently appeared on the streets of New York, offering free prosthetic limb replacements and medical treatment? I'd like to meet him."
"I've heard about it, but I'm not usually sick, so I haven't gone to see a doctor."
Laurie took "Carl" out of her pigeon coop and released the pigeons. "Besides," she said, "who knows if those so-called free services are really free, or just a one-time free offer? Maybe they're not using any good medicine, and you'll have to go back soon and spend your money on their medicine. It's better not to trust doctors with unknown backgrounds."
"That makes a lot of sense. Well then, I should get on patrol. Have a nice day, Laurie, and your pigeon friends."
"You are too, Spider-Man!"
Laurie waved as Spider-Man swung away on his webs, while Peter, still on his webs, pondered. He'd been enlisting the Defenders' help to investigate the strange doctor for the past few days, especially enlisting Jessica Jones, a detective, but so far they'd found nothing. As for S.H.I.E.L.D., while Nick Fury might be able to handle it quickly, telling Fury was essentially the same as telling Hydra.
What if the other party is actually a good person, and then Hydra comes knocking on our door? That would be terrible.
Many of the poor people at the charity banquet were clearly not interested in able-bodied people. They were only looking for all sorts of sick people, especially those with physical disabilities, to carry out missionary work, saying that it was "the gospel given by the messenger of the Lord" while repeating the same thing over and over again. Sometimes Peter couldn't even tell what these people were talking about. They were talking in a very mysterious way.
"What's even more outrageous is that the spider robots have absolutely no way to track them, and they experience problems like signal interference. I'm really getting more and more excited about that mysterious doctor."
Peter leaped onto the umbrella of the hot dog stand, grabbed his hot dog, and then, while swinging on his web, ate it and searched for possible patients. Since all technological means had failed, the only way to investigate the problem was through the simplest method: tracking.
Fortunately, he did have some professional detective friends. While Peter was searching for his target by snagging on the spider webs, Jessica Jones had already sent him coordinates, which surprised Peter quite a bit.
"South Bronx? That's the area with the highest crime rate in New York, and it's not even in Manhattan! It's separated from Queens by Brooklyn! I'm getting more and more curious about who this doctor is. Come to think of it, I've lived in New York for over ten years and I've never been to the Bronx."
Peter swam northwards, thinking to himself, through Manhattan to the Bronx, further north of Harlem, a proper borough, a whole community. If Harlem was the black slum and enclave of Manhattan, then you can imagine what a super-sized Harlem would be like, further north, separated from the heart of New York City by the Hudson River.
This is the area with the highest crime rate in all of New York City, even higher than places like Hell's Kitchen.
Surprisingly, as Peter made his way to the destination, he encountered no gangs or criminal activity; the place was eerily quiet. When he arrived at the clinic, he found it to be just a very old, three-story townhouse, indistinguishable from its neighbors on either side.
Peter's spider sense didn't register either.
He raised an eyebrow, then walked to the front of the clinic and knocked on the door.
Then, Dr. Ultron opened the door for him.
Hello, Spider-Man.
(End of this chapter)