New York Hospital.

Mary Jane didn't know how many times she tried to dial Peter's phone, but there was still no reply. From the time Peter's Aunt May was hospitalized urgently until now, she had already made eleven calls in two hours, but there was still no reply. Helplessly, she had to send a text message and waited by Aunt May's bed.

Aunt Mei's eyes were closed and she lay down on the hospital bed unconsciously. The wrinkles on her face made her look particularly haggard.

Where did you go, Peter Mary couldn't help thinking.

She sat in front of the hospital bed for about half an hour, got up and went out to fetch water. When she walked towards the water dispenser, she accidentally noticed that two more men in black suits disappeared at the end of the corridor.

Speaking of this, there are many guys dressed in black suits today, and I always feel something is wrong. Could something have happened?

After going to a toilet along the way, she walked back to the ward along the corridor. Just as she passed an old door in the corner, a powerful arm suddenly poked out from inside, and pulled her in without saying a word, and the door closed immediately.

Mary was so scared that she hurriedly wanted to scream, but her mouth was tightly covered by the other party. The man whispered in her ear: "Calm down, Mary, it's me."

The familiar voice. Mary was stunned and stopped struggling.

"Peter?"

"It's me." Peter scratched his head and said.

Mary was overjoyed and threw herself into his arms: "It's really you! Why don't you answer the phone? Do you know how your aunt is..."

"I know, but the situation is very complicated." Peter lowered his voice, "that's why I need your help."

A few minutes later.

Mary found him a surgical gown from somewhere, but in his body shape, he seemed to be a size bigger. He put on a mask and a hat and walked along the corridor while imagining whether his image would look too inconsistent.

The journey was quite smooth until he walked to the corridor in Aunt Mei's ward.

At the end of the corridor, a black suit turned his head suspiciously from afar and glanced at him, as if he was suspicious. Mary Jane rushed out from the side at this perfect opportunity and grabbed Peter's arm.

"Dr. Peterson, come!" she said loudly on purpose, "Mrs. Parker's condition has worsened again!"

As she said that, she pulled "Dr. Peterson" into the ward without saying a word. The black suit looked away for a moment, but finally didn't care and turned around and continued to leave.

After successfully entering the ward, Peter couldn't help seeing Aunt Mei's haggard appearance on the bed, so he quickly pulled off his mask and walked up.

"Aunt Mei, it's me. Can you hear me?"

"She hasn't regained consciousness yet, Peter," said Mary. "The doctor said it's better not to bother her and let her rest for a while."

"It's all my fault that it turns out like this." Peter said blamingly, "Why do bad things always happen to me?"

Mary asked anxiously: "What the hell is going on, Peter? What exactly happened?"

At this moment, the spider sensing in Peter's brain sounded wildly without warning, and a strong sense of crisis pointed to the door of the ward. When he turned around, the door was pushed open, and outside the door was a middle-aged woman with a gentle face and black-framed glasses appeared. Peter knew her, and that was Mary's mother.

"What a troublemaker."

He stuffed all the remaining half of the hot dog into his mouth, threw the packaging bag into the trash can on one side, and started the motorcycle. The headlights of the car lit up like yellow eyes, and the black beast roared happily and caught up.
Chapter completed!