Lying on a white bed, staring motionless at the ceiling. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Around him, there are all kinds of strange things that have never been seen before. Even the room he was in was strange like nothing he had ever seen before.

What's even more bizarre is that some slender ropes are attached or tied to his body. The ropes were not leather, but attached from him to a strange box on the side of the bed.

Zongheng could hear that the "tick-tick-tick" sound from the box was synchronized with his heartbeat.

On the other side of the bed, a transparent pocket was hung high, and the water in the pocket was poured drip by drip into the veins on the back of his hand along a thin, equally transparent tube.

Zongheng could feel that his body was gradually rejuvenating as the liquid was slowly injected. When he first woke up, the feeling of being tired ~ weak was slowly pulling away from him.

From time to time, a few Hu people with different hair colors and different eye colors would come to the window to talk to him, but their language was strange and difficult to understand, and Zongheng had never heard it before, so naturally he didn't know what they were talking about.

In fact, he didn't care what these Hu people said. He didn't even care why the room and its furnishings were so weird.

Because, something even stranger happened to him.

Zongheng couldn't understand why he was standing in front of Chu Bingfan and Xu Ziang one moment ago, ready to fight for their lives, and the next moment he fell into the sea with stormy winds and huge waves?

What he couldn't understand even more was why his body had returned to the state he had when he was twelve overnight?

The vertical and horizontal hands unconsciously stroked the body. This was bitten by the dog of Gou Dahu when he was five years old...... This was smashed with a wooden stick by a beggar of the beggar gang when he was six years old...... When he was ten years old, he was whipped with a leather whip by the officials of the county government......

Zongheng stroked the scars on his body over and over again, and he could tell the origin of each scar. But these memories came to an abrupt end when he was twelve, for he could not find half of the scars that should have been left by injuries that should have been left after the age of twelve.

Reached into the crotch of his pants and touched it again. Immature ~ tender, smooth...... It's just a boy chicken that hasn't grown hair yet, just like when he was twelve.

Zongheng couldn't help but smile wryly. The touch of stomping Qin Yan's head was still clearly left on the soles of his feet, but who would have thought that in such a short period of time, he could have such a big change?

Is it an illusion?

Zongheng once thought so. But reason told him that if Chu Bingfan and Xu Ziang really had this ability, I am afraid that his life would have been lost long ago. What's more, illusion is not without nemesis. According to old legends, if you fall into the illusion, as long as you slap yourself hard, you can wake up from the illusion. For this reason, Zongheng not only slapped himself, but also twisted out several bruises on his legs. But there was no sign of any illusion being broken.

Just as he was stunned and tossing himself, the camera installed in the corner of the ceiling of the ward was faithfully recording his every move.

Lydia and Hatton spent a full five hours driving from New York to New Bedford. Although New Bedford claims to be the largest city in southern Massachusetts, it is actually a small city with a population of just over 100,000. Soon after entering the city from the highway, the two found the hospital where Zongheng was located.

With the FBI's sign, the two easily met with Dr. Toby, the attending doctor.

Coincidentally, Lydia recognized Dr. Toby at a glance as her classmate Pauline Toby at Johns Hopkins University School of Medicine.

This blonde beauty was a popular figure in medical school back then, and countless handsome guys and talented people fell under her skirt, and even some professors couldn't escape her temptation~. Under her instructions, intentionally or unintentionally, Lydia, who has one-half Chinese ancestry, has suffered a lot. The old grudge made Lydia even have the urge to pull out a gun and shoot the female cousin in the head on the spot the moment she saw Pauline Toby.

Thankfully, the FBI's rigorous training allowed her impulses to stop at her brain and not to act. And the partner who came with her also made Lydia realize that she didn't have the freedom to act recklessly.

"Dr. Toby?" Hatton greeted, "I'm FBI agent Hatton. This is my partner Lee. ”

"Lee? Lydia Elizabeth Lee? Pauline Tobey didn't recognize Lydia at first, until she listened to Hatton's introduction, connecting Lydia to the memories in her head.

"Hello. Pauline. Long time no see. Lydia greeted with a blank face.

"It's really you?! Ah! It's been a long time! In the morning, the FBI called and said that it would send an agent, but I didn't expect it to be you! Lydia! You're no longer a doctor? How did you become an FBI agent? Pauline Toby is still the same as she was years ago, crackling and talking.

"I didn't expect you to become the attending doctor so quickly." Lydia's gaze swept over the badge on Pauline Toby's white coat.

Dr.PaulineToby…… must rely on beauty to hook up with a mentor to be able to pass the clinical internship residency training so quickly. Lydia speculated maliciously.

As if sensing Lydia's gaze, Pauline Tobey consciously or unconsciously raised her chest @ a little more. The magnificent and bouncy sphere, though hidden under the white coat, still hooked the eyes of the old widower Hatton.

It wasn't until he noticed Pauline Tobey looking at him with a smirk that Hatton realized that this was not the time to care. He coughed heavily to hide his embarrassment. After a moment's scramble, Hatton said, "Dr. Toby, we're here for the boy who was brought in this morning. We have some questions we want to ask him. May we meet him? ”

"Of course!" Pauline Toby agreed without hesitation, "But I don't think you can ask anything out of him." ”

"Why?" Hatton was weird.

"Since the boy was brought here, several groups of people have come to see him with the same purpose as you, including the Coast Guard, the Immigration Department, and the New Bedford Police Department. But none of them could get a word out of the boy's mouth. ”

"He's resistant to inquiry?"

"Not really. Just looking at you with an empty gaze. It's like this. Pauline Toby gave a vivid demonstration, "as if I didn't understand it at all." ”

"Don't understand at all?" Hatton and Lydia glanced at each other.

Lydia asked, "Can you show me his inspection report?" Rest assured, cooperating with the FBI's investigation is not a violation of doctor-patient confidentiality. ”

It was at this time that the radio system began shouting, "Please Dr. Toby to the surgical office".

"I'm so sorry! I have other patients to take care of. Pauline Toby shrugged, "If you want to go and question the boy in person, ask the nurse to take you there." After reading this report, I put it back on my desk. ”

With that, she slung the stethoscope around her neck and walked out of the office with her head held high.

When she reached the door, she suddenly stopped, turned her head and said, "Lydia! I'm sorry about the past. Please don't take it personally. ”

With that, she turned and walked away.

Seeing Pauline Tobey's graceful figure disappear from the doorway, Hatton lowered his voice and asked, "You had a conflict before?" ”

"Nothing." Lydia knew that her face must be ugly, and the embarrassing past that had finally been pressed to the bottom of her heart was reminded again, which made her very uncomfortable.

Hatton stared at her for a moment and said, "Hey! Lydia. Don't forget, we're partners. If you want to cooperate tacitly, there can be no secrets between partners. ”

"Hatton, don't ask. I'll tell you when I want to. ”

"Alright! All right! I don't ask. Hatton sighed silently.

It took a while for Lydia to suppress all the emotions that were tumbling in her heart. She picked up the document on her desk and read it from the beginning.

Hatton leaned in to watch. He couldn't read the very specialized medical vocabulary, but just the photos in the report made him discolored.

"Damn it! What the hell is going through this kid?! Why are there so many scars on my body? Hatton asked angrily.

Lydia was similarly thrilled by the images. But as an agent with a strong medical background, Lydia was more concerned about what the written reports showed.

"It's weird......" Lydia muttered to herself.

"What's wrong?"

"Judging by the photo, the boy is of a typical East Asian race. But the report said no traces of the vaccine had been found on him. It's almost impossible. ”

"Why?"

"Typical East Asians live mostly in China, RB, North and South Korea. These countries, even North Korea, which is the most backward, should do a good job of popularizing common vaccines. But on this boy's body, neither the physical examination nor the blood test found any traces of any kind of vaccine. ”

"And, look at these scars of his." Lydia singled out a few photographs and an X-ray and placed them in front of Hatton, "These wounds heal naturally, and there is no sign of surgical stitches." This X-ray of his upper arm showed that he had suffered a very severe fracture three months earlier. Such fractures usually require surgery, implantation of steel nails and a long period of recuperation before they can heal. But you see, his fracture healed perfectly, and the muscles in his arm didn't shrink from being immobile for a long time. ”

"What does that mean?"

"I can't tell."

"I don't know?"

"Judging by this report, the boy has never been treated by anyone trained in modern medicine from birth until at least three months ago. But this X-ray made me feel that in the past few years, there must have been a very clever osteopathic by his side. Otherwise, his arm would not have healed so perfectly and recovered so quickly without surgery. I feel that this boy is simply a mystery. ”

Hatton nodded as if he didn't understand, and said, "But one thing must be very clear. This boy definitely won't be American, right? ”

Lydia nodded.

"It seems that the leader's guess is correct, he must have something to do with that smuggling syndicate."