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Days and weeks passed, and Peter Parker's clinic continued to run as usual, but something strange began to happen.
The patients started to change. It began with some homeless people who were injured in street fights, then some small-time criminals who entered timidly, looking for quick treatment before the police could catch them.
But slowly, rumors began to spread in the dark corners of New York.
"There’s a doctor who doesn’t ask questions."
"He’ll treat you no matter who you are, even if you're a thief or a murderer."
"He doesn’t take money if you don’t have any, but he asks for strange things instead."
" he treated Sandman himself!"
The rumor spread among both the criminals and the homeless, moving from alleyways to bars filled with criminals, to the streets of crime, until it finally reached the ears of the guards.
One night, while Peter was cleaning his tools after a long day, he heard a knock on his door. It wasn’t an ordinary knock, but three quick taps, then a pause, then two more taps.
Peter frowned, wiped his hands on a towel, and slowly opened the door.
Outside stood a tall man wearing a black mask, showing only his lips, with a long-sleeve black shirt and white ties on his wrists.
Peter studied the man standing in front of him. As he tapped his chin, he seemed tall, with a demeanor suggesting that he was a professional at moving through shadows. His black mask hid most of his features, but his posture revealed a man experienced at living in the dark.
Peter silently looked at him for a moment, then sighed and said, "So... the rumors finally reached your ears."
The man didn’t respond immediately, instead tilting his head slightly, as if studying Peter. Then, in a low, rough voice, he said, “You’re the doctor who treats the bad guys, right?”
Peter’s eyes narrowed, but he didn’t deny it. He raised his arms in a mocking gesture and said calmly
“I’m the doctor who treats everyone. I don’t ask questions, and I don’t give moral lectures Those who need help get it, as long as they don’t bring me trouble.”
The masked man stood silently for a moment before stepping inside and closing the door behind him. The doctor's clinic was filled with the scent of strong antiseptics mixed with the smell of blood and some cheap food. But what intrigued Matt was why the doctor's heartbeat was unusually fast.
This wasn’t normal.
Peter didn’t move. He silently adjusted his glasses, staying alert for any surprises.
Matt finally spoke, muttering quietly but heavily with meaning, "So this is how it is..."
He sat on one of the clinic chairs, leaning forward slightly. "I have a few questions, doctor."
Peter raised an eyebrow but didn’t show any surprise. He simply pulled his own chair closer and sat across from him, arms crossed.
"Alright, but if you’re going to ask me to stop, my answer will be no."
The man remained silent for a moment before replying, "I’m not asking you to stop, but I want to understand... what exactly are you trying to do?"
Peter took a deep breath, then glanced at the ceiling for a moment in contemplation before answering with a deep look in his eyes.
"I’m just doing my job These people, whether they’re criminals or bad guys, are still human Some had no choice, some were forced down this path, and some need a second chance I don’t justify them, and I don’t protect them, I just treat them Because if I don’t, who will? The police? The hospitals that will turn them away? The streets?"
The man remained silent for a moment, as if weighing his words. Peter was speaking the truth
Then he leaned forward and said in a low, threatening tone "And do you think they won’t exploit this? What if a dangerous criminal comes here one day, and puts you in a position you can’t get out of?"
Peter shrugged and simply said in a cold, calm tone, his brown eyes gleaming under his glasses "When that happens, I’ll deal with it."
Matt stared at him for a moment, then smiled in a half-admiring, half-concerned way. "You’re crazy."
Peter chuckled quietly, then stood up and walked toward one of the drawers, opened it, and took out a small bottle of painkillers, tossing it toward Matt, who caught it easily.
"This is for you. You look tired."
Matt looked at the bottle, then at Peter, and stood up.
"I’m still not sure if you’re doing the right thing or not, but... I’ll keep an eye on you, Parker."
Peter smiled and gestured with his hand
"Be my guest."
Matt stared at him for a moment longer, then sighed silently before standing up and heading toward the door.
"Try not to die, doctor of the bad guys."
Peter, standing and interrupting Daredevil with a slight frown, crossed his arms
"It’s Doctor Parker, not the doctor of the bad guys."
Daredevil stared at him silently before disappearing into the darkness, leaving Peter sitting in his place, looking at the closed door, then sighing.
"Well... I didn’t expect him to show up. If I knew, I would’ve made some tea...sigh Never mind, next time." Peter shrugged and returned to his usual routine.