Playing My Own Character Chapter 40

There is an additional small clinic in Queens, New York.

In the past few days, there were only some homeless people who were drunk or drunk too much looking for trouble, and the result was that they were thrown out of the house by the shopkeeper after a jingling bell.

Later, there was a resident who had a severe sore throat. He thought he was too lazy to go to the hospital and spend a lot of money, so he went to a small clinic and drank something sweet and sticky---he was cured soon, and the medicine cost Not very expensive either. The doctor was a bit strange. When greeting the neighbor, the resident said that his hair and eyelashes were white, and his eyes were very light yellow.

"May! May!" Peter Parker aka Spider-Man was dragged down the street by his aunt in embarrassment, "I, I, I think I'm fine, I don't need to go to the doctor---"

"No," the brunette-haired woman turned back and glared at him, "I want to see if you really have a headache today or if you're just faking it!"