792: Chapter 792 Peter, I'm going to die

"Gwen~ I'm going to see Harry now~" Peter said to Gwen beside him after putting down the phone.

"Uh-huh, go ahead~" Gwen nodded with a smile; she didn't say she wanted to follow and disturb the two best friends' time together.

Moreover, Peter spent most of his time with her nowadays anyway.

It was good to let him have some breathing room occasionally.

As for safety... she was even less worried about Peter.

He was Spider-Man, he was Cultivating, and as a member of the Akatsuki Organization, if he encountered danger, he could call for help through his bracelet at any time.

When the time came, they could just head over directly through a portal.

When Peter found Harry, after being teased a bit by him, the two returned to their state of being the best of friends.

The two chatted very happily.

Until evening.

At Harry's house, Harry suddenly walked to the massive floor-to-ceiling window and looked outside.

The smile on the sensitive Peter's face gradually faded as he sensed something was wrong with Harry.

"Hey! Harry, what's wrong?" Peter asked Harry in confusion.

"Peter, I don't have long to live," Harry's voice rang out, trembling slightly.

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"Hey! Harry, what are you saying!" Peter stood up abruptly and said to Harry, his brow furrowed tightly: "Don't joke like that!"

"I'm not joking! Peter!" Harry still had his back to Peter: "I have a disease, a hereditary Family disease. I've been diagnosed... I won't live past twenty-five. My father has this disease too. Our Osborn Industries has done so much, invested so much capital into research... just to solve this disease!

But it's no use, no use! It's still no use!

After I was diagnosed, my father finally told me these secrets... I didn't want to know, and I didn't want to accept it!

But that's just how it is! Peter!"

"..." Peter didn't know what to say. He opened his mouth but remained silent.

That's right! The Organization! Yes, the Organization is still here! Peter thought of all the scientific and unscientific gadgets in the Organization's mall. What if there was something that could cure Harry?

But... could Harry join the Organization? Peter knew that would be difficult.

Moreover, to exchange for something to cure Harry—not to mention whether it even existed—if it did, it certainly wouldn't be cheap. Having just joined the Organization, Peter didn't have many contribution points in his hands.

And Harry couldn't wait too long!

Peter didn't know when he could gather enough contribution points... maybe he could borrow from others? It's just... everyone needs contribution points, not to mention Tony... Gwen... she should be able to lend some to him; after all, Harry is also a good friend of hers.

This was a matter of life and death!

"Hey! Harry, don't panic yet! Keep a calm mind and live well. Give me two days, I'll find a way for this!" Peter said to Harry.

"You'll find a way? What way do you have? What can you do!" Harry turned his head to look at Peter, his eyes bloodshot: "How many years has my Osborn Family spent, generation after generation, doing everything in our power, consuming countless human, material, and financial resources! And we still haven't been able to solve this!

You're telling me, a person who has nothing, that you have a way? Keep a calm mind! Live well? You're not the one who's sick! You don't understand this bitterness, you don't understand this pain!

I'm going to die! And I'm going to die a painful death after much suffering!

I won't live past twenty-five!"

Harry's emotions were already very unstable at this point.

"Calm down! Harry! Be rational!" Peter hurriedly tried to soothe Harry.

"How can you expect me to be rational!" Harry had already lost his reason!

"Harry! Do you believe me?" Peter said, looking at Harry seriously.

"Peter, you're my best friend, of course I believe you." Harry suddenly became calm again and nodded to Peter.

"Then give me two days, just two days!" Peter said to Harry: "Send me all the information on this disease! Okay? Believe me!"

"Fine, I'll wait for you for two days! I'll send the information to you in a bit." Harry nodded. He wasn't going to die in these two days, even if he had less than a year left.

Peter bid farewell to Harry and left the house.

A moment later, Harry's father, Norman Osborn, walked down from upstairs.

"Harry."

"Father!" Harry looked at Norman and sighed: "I still can't do it... Peter is my best friend!"

"It's okay, it's okay." Norman shook his head slightly: "You've already done very well. Believe me, I will solve this disease! There's been progress with the serum, you still have a year's time!"

"Father..." Harry looked at his father, who looked somewhat aged, even though his hair was still jet black.

But he knew that his father didn't have much time left either.

Although Osborn had invested so much and failed to solve it, it had still managed to keep Norman alive.

"Alright, it's late, go rest." Norman said to Harry.

"Okay." Harry nodded and turned to leave.

After a moment of silence, Norman returned to his room.

He picked up a vial of serum from the table: "This is the last chance..."

With that, Norman made up his mind and plunged it into himself, injecting all the serum inside into his body.

...

"Hey! Everyone! Emergency!" As soon as Peter arrived at the Organization's underground base, he shouted loudly.

"Heh heh heh~ Isn't this our Spider-Boy Peter~ What's wrong? What happened that made you call for an emergency?" Tony walked out of the cafeteria casually holding his favorite cheeseburger. He was hungry at night and was having a late-night snack.

The underground base was great; there was food and drink available 24 hours a day. Humans needed rest, but robots didn't.

"Peter, you're back! Did you have fun with Harry?" Gwen came out of the training room.

"Gwen! It was going well at first, but before I came back... Harry told me something." Peter shook his head slightly and sighed: "Harry is dying!"

"What?" When Gwen heard this, her eyes widened in shock: "Wasn't he always fine before? How could... did something happen?"

Tony, eating his cheeseburger on the side, listened curiously.

"It's Harry's disease, he has a hereditary Family disease! He doesn't have much time left; he said he won't live past twenty-five!" Peter said to Gwen.

"Then isn't that less than a year?!" Gwen said in surprise, her expression becoming heavy.

Harry was also her good friend; to suddenly hear that a good friend had less than a year left made her feel very conflicted.

"That's why I'm asking for help! A hereditary Family disease—we have Dr. Connors, Dr. Yinsen, you, me, and Tony! I don't believe we can't solve this hereditary disease! Even if we can't, we have to extend Harry's life by a few years!" Peter said to the two, his expression extremely serious.