MARVEL/DC: DOCTOR IN THE MULTIVERSE

"No—!!!"

The detached Venom symbiote released one final furious shriek.

Without a host—

Its body collapsed into a violently writhing mass of black sludge atop the operating table.

The creature twisted frantically.

Tentacles erupted blindly in every direction.

Attempting escape.

Attempting rebonding.

Attempting survival.

Lynn didn't even spare it a second glance.

Instead—

He casually picked up a specially reinforced vacuum-sealed containment cylinder from the nearby equipment shelf.

The transparent container had originally been designed for unstable extraterrestrial samples acquired indirectly through S.H.I.E.L.D. black-market channels.

With one movement—

He swept the struggling symbiote into the container like unwanted garbage.

Then tightened the molecular-seal lid completely.

Boom.

The Venom symbiote slammed violently against the inner glass walls.

Screaming continuously.

But the sonic insulation layers embedded inside the container suppressed its movements immediately.

Complete containment achieved.

Elapsed time from symbiote eruption to suppression:

Less than ten seconds.

Nearby—

Black Widow stood frozen in place.

Even breathing felt difficult.

What she had witnessed barely resembled combat.

Nor surgery.

It resembled an experienced exterminator casually handling a dangerous pest infestation.

Effortless.

Clinical.

Almost impatient.

Meanwhile—

On the operating table—

Spider-Man had reverted fully to the classic red-and-blue suit beneath the destroyed remnants of the symbiote layer.

But due to severe blood loss and violent forced separation—

Peter Parker remained unconscious.

Then—

A system notification echoed through Lynn's consciousness.

[Ding! Forced Separation Treatment Completed on Higher-Dimensional Symbiotic Organism!]

[Evaluation: A+ — Clean and Efficient!]

[Holy Hand Copy Activated…]

[Scanning Target Core Talents…]

[Ding! Copy Complete!]

[Obtained A-Rank Talent: Biological Symbiotic Adaptability]

Instantly—

Lynn sensed subtle biological changes occurring throughout his body.

Every cell gained increased adaptive flexibility.

Organic structure modulation.

Biological compatibility enhancement.

Cellular camouflage potential.

A perfect foundational component for constructing the second identity he had been considering earlier.

Interesting.

Lynn nodded faintly.

Then looked toward Natasha calmly.

"The operation is complete."

"However, the patient still requires abdominal wound closure and post-operative recovery."

A slight pause.

"Before that…"

"We should discuss consultation fees."

Natasha stared at him silently.

Her expression looked almost surreal.

She had witnessed terrorists.

Assassins.

War profiteers.

Hydra fanatics.

But none of them frightened her the way Lynn did.

Because after forcibly ripping an alien parasite from a teenager's nervous system—

This man's immediate concern remained billing procedures.

The terrifying extraterrestrial organism from moments earlier…

In Lynn's eyes—

Seemed no more significant than removing an inflamed appendix.

"He's just a teenager, Lynn."

Natasha's voice sounded slightly hoarse.

"A high-school student."

"He doesn't have the kind of money your clinic demands."

"Obviously."

Lynn answered as though stating common sense.

"That is why I never intended to charge him personally."

As he spoke—

He picked up Peter's damaged smartphone from beside the operating table.

Ignoring Natasha's instantly sharpened vigilance—

Lynn's fingers moved rapidly across the shattered screen.

Within seconds—

The locked device unlocked completely.

Then he located a contact labeled:

Mr. Stark

And pressed call.

The connection established immediately.

"What?"

Iron Man's irritated voice exploded from the speaker.

Background noise filled with medical scanners and mechanical systems echoed behind him.

"I told you, JARVIS, unless Stark Tower is collapsing, don't connect random calls while I'm—"

"Good evening, Mr. Stark."

Lynn's voice remained gentle and perfectly polite.

"My apologies for disturbing you."

"Although your building may indeed collapse soon…"

A slight pause.

"But that's unrelated to the current matter."

Complete silence followed instantly.

"…Dr. Lynn?"

Tony's tone shifted immediately.

"Why are you using the kid's phone?"

"What happened to Parker?"

"You could say he encountered minor difficulties."

Lynn glanced calmly toward the unconscious Spider-Man.

"He bonded with an alien symbiote."

"I removed it."

"Additionally, I repaired a severe abdominal injury caused by high-energy trauma."

"So?"

Tony's voice sharpened rapidly.

"What exactly are you calling for?"

"I'm informing you that your reserve Spider-Man has successfully survived tonight's incident due to my intervention."

Lynn's tone resembled a hospital administrator discussing invoices.

"Surgery fee:

Thirty million US dollars."

"I trust Stark Industries possesses sufficient liquidity."

"Use whichever youth-development fund seems appropriate."

"THIRTY MILLION?!"

Tony's voice rose violently.

"You detached black goo and stitched him up!"

"That's not medical billing!"

"That's armed robbery!"

"Mr. Stark."

Lynn adjusted the gold-rimmed glasses calmly.

"Please remain objective."

"First—

I performed forced detachment surgery on a highly aggressive extraterrestrial symbiotic organism."

"Second—

The abdominal wound required specialized regenerative-cell stimulation treatment to prevent permanent organ dysfunction."

"Third…"

A slight pause.

"You are paying for the preserved life of a future Avenger personally selected by you."

Then Lynn's voice became colder.

"Tell me honestly, Mr. Stark."

"Is Peter Parker worth less than thirty million dollars to you?"

Silence.

Long silence.

Even Natasha glanced sideways slightly.

Because she already knew the answer.

Tony Stark would never abandon Peter Parker.

Especially not after hearing the words:

future Avenger

"…You are unbelievably ruthless."

Tony finally spoke through clenched teeth.

"Send the account information."

"And keep the kid alive."

"He will survive."

Lynn answered calmly.

Then disconnected immediately.

He placed the phone carefully back into Peter's pocket afterward.

Then looked toward Natasha.

"The payment issue has been resolved."

"You may transport the patient now."

"Advise him to avoid strenuous activity for approximately two weeks."

"And prohibit symbiote contact permanently."

Natasha remained silent for several seconds.

Then finally stepped forward.

Carefully lifting the unconscious Peter onto her back.

Before leaving—

She stopped briefly near the clinic exit.

"…Lynn."

Her expression remained unusually serious.

"That thing…"

She glanced toward the sealed symbiote container.

"It wasn't ordinary."

"No."

Lynn answered calmly.

"It was profitable."

Natasha stared at him silently.

Then disappeared into the rainstorm outside carrying Spider-Man.

The clinic became quiet once more.

Lynn walked slowly toward the massive one-way mirror embedded along the basement wall.

Inside the reflection—

A man in a white coat and gold-rimmed glasses stared back calmly.

Doctor Lynn.

Miracle Clinic's owner.

Civilized.

Rational.

Professional.

Too recognizable.

Too clean.

Too unsuitable for the coming war above New York.

Lynn observed his reflection quietly for several seconds.

Then—

Using the newly acquired Biological Symbiotic Adaptability—

The muscles beneath his face shifted subtly.

Bone structure adjusted microscopically.

Skin texture changed gradually.

Even the iris coloration altered slightly.

A completely unfamiliar face slowly appeared within the mirror.

Lynn tilted his head faintly.

Interesting.

"Perhaps…"

He murmured softly.

"A disguise might indeed be entertaining."

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