I'm working on Marvel's Spider-Man in American comics.

Chapter 797 Why did you provoke her?
A new doctor walks among the poor in New York, providing free medical services to them without charging money or having people try his drugs, and also providing free prosthetics to the disabled.

This sounded like idealism, or even magical realism. Peter chatted with them a little longer and found that it was just an urban legend. Although one of the homeless men insisted that it was true, he couldn't produce any evidence, which made his companions laugh.

Peter secretly made a note of this and planned to check on the situation when he had time. Turning around, he saw Gwen asking some homeless people if they needed any help. When she saw Peter, she came over and beckoned him to come and help, while casually asking, "Where have you been slacking off somewhere?"

“I wasn’t slacking off. I was responsible for recording what people needed at the front desk, helping them with renting apartments, and finding jobs. I just went to the restroom.” Peter said, then looked at Gwen: “Is there anything I can help you with?”

“No, it’s nothing. Felicia and Cindy are making cookies and bread inside… To be honest, I was planning to go with them too, but Aunt May said that more people are needed outside, especially many elderly people who need help.”

Gwen scratched her head and looked behind her. She could guess that the charity banquet would be busier than usual today, but she didn't expect it to be this busy. The community doctor hired by the charity banquet alone had come four or five times, and a lot of the stocked medicine had been used up.

As the two were talking, Aunt Mei came over: "What's wrong? Did something happen? Why are you two standing here?"

“No, it’s precisely because there’s nothing much to do that we’re standing here. At least, we can say that there’s nothing particularly important to do besides cleaning.” Peter said, glancing at the front desk as he spoke. It was probably close to evening, and many people were going to have dinner. Many people came to Ci Yan Banquet just to find cheap rentals and jobs, and didn’t intend to actually stay at Ci Yan Banquet, so they left.

"I've been quite busy these past few days, and I guess I'll be busy for a while..."

As Aunt May spoke, she glanced around, and Peter seized the opportunity to ask, "Aunt May, I heard from others that a doctor has appeared in Manhattan offering free medical services. Is that true?"

Aunt May looked at Peter with a strange expression: "Aren't the doctors at the charity banquets also providing free services?"

"Uh, it's not Dr. Zhang, it's another doctor."

"Don't listen to these rumors. They're probably just drug trial ads from some pharmaceutical company. There aren't any doctors in New York who are that kind. Even if it's Dr. Zhang, the RAND Corporation paid for him."

Aunt May grumbled in dissatisfaction, and Peter could only sigh and return to the front desk to continue helping out.

Gwen returned to the kitchen, which was still very busy. Besides Felicia and Cindy, who were busy making staple foods, there were other people. Gwen didn't pay much attention to the others and walked between the two of them. She then watched Felicia cut a tray of bread with a bread knife.

"Does the senior often attend Ciyan Banquet?"

"No, I don't come often. After all, I haven't been back in China for a year yet, and even in that year, I haven't come frequently. I just come occasionally to help out."

After Gwen exclaimed "Ah!", she asked curiously, "So, you mean you used to come here often, right?"

"I didn't know about this place before. Come to think of it, the reason I knew about Ciyan Banquet and came here to help was because of a rather cute young boy. Are you interested in knowing about this?"

Gwen chuckled and took out the bread Felicia had baked; she had no interest in hearing such stories. Felicia, on the other hand, watched Gwen come out with a smile. She knew, of course, what Gwen intended to ask, or rather, what she was concerned about. Although she and Peter Parker were actually nothing, that didn't stop her from teasing the young girl.

Besides, that was indeed the truth back then. Felicia had no reason or excuse to privately discuss things with Peter. She simply found out he occasionally helped out at the charity banquet, so she came to create an opportunity to meet him. It's just that her wording was a little... targeted.

Having dealt with Gwen, who loved asking all sorts of questions, Felicia breathed a sigh of relief, took off her oven mitts, and prepared to bake the next batch of bread. Just then, Cindy approached and asked curiously, "Can you tell me about it?"

Felicia was a little confused for a moment: "...What did you say?" "What you just said, you know about the Ciyan banquet and came here to help because of a rather cute little boy. I'm quite interested in that."

Felicia froze on the spot, then looked at the other banquet staff who were helping out, and gave a rather awkward smile: "This has nothing to do with you, but this place isn't quite right..."

Cindy understood: "Is it about his internship?"

"……Correct."

Felicia nodded, understanding what Cindy meant by "internship," then remained silent for a long while, obediently kneading the butter into the dough before continuing her work. She had assumed that Cindy, like Gwen, wouldn't pursue the matter further after hearing her words, but it turned out that the two had completely different ways of thinking.

After kneading the dough for a while, she heard Cindy say something else.

"If you have time, could you tell me about it?"

"...Definitely, definitely."

Meanwhile, Peter, who was still helping others find housing at the front desk, explained the changes in Hell's Kitchen to them, telling them that the area was much safer now. He also talked to them about things that were more important to them, such as rent. When he was finally done with his work, Gwen, who seemed to have been waiting for him, appeared beside him and patted him on the shoulder.

Peter turned to look at Gwen, then looked around; there was indeed no one there.

"Have you been using your abilities and just standing here all this time?"

No, I've just been standing here.

Okay, let's just say you've been standing here the whole time. Peter looked at Gwen with a slightly puzzled expression: "So... is there something you need?"

"It's nothing, it's just... after we're done, are you planning to patrol Hell's Kitchen with me? I can see you're quite interested in that area."

Peter hesitated for a moment before agreeing, but quickly looked hesitant: "This might indeed be... inconvenient."

"..." Gwen's expression suddenly turned to surprise: "You made plans with someone?"

"No, Aunt May just said that as long as nothing's wrong tonight, I can ride home with her. Besides, Hell's Kitchen is under the control of the entire Defenders League, so nothing should happen."

Gwen breathed a sigh of relief. So that's it. She and Peter are neighbors anyway, so they might as well go back together.

　The rapid expansion of the Aramco Pharmaceutical Complex involved the Black Pharaoh and his Chicago gang, but the Black Pharaoh of Earth 616 wasn't nominated, and the president was Matthew Ellis, so it wasn't as exaggerated.

　　There's not much background information about him, but he can be understood as Clinton's successor. Those who know a lot about America should be familiar with the characteristics of this DEM faction.

　　Severe cardiopulmonary arrest
　　
　
(End of this chapter)