"Mr. John, there is a lady outside who calls herself Miss Amy, who has asked to see you, do you want to say that you are not there? After all, she didn't qualify for an appointment. ”

"Amy? Is that Amy, who just published her energy healing theory last week? Amy, a student at Caltech? Mr. Lieutenant General, who had two stars on his shoulders, said with a look of doubt and expectation in his eyes.

"Yes, Mr. John, are you going to let her go?"

"No, let her in." Mr. Lieutenant General said.

When Amy saw Lieutenant General John, he was sitting in a wheelchair, and the expression on his face was full of tenacity and majesty, just like his experiences on the battlefield, and those experiences settled in his heart, so that his face was full of unyielding and tenacious expression.

"Mr. John" Amy stretched out her hand to Mr. John with traditional etiquette, shook the two hands together gently, and then let go.

"Miss Amy, can you talk about your energy healing theory?" Lieutenant General John asked Amy to sit on the couch and himself in a wheelchair, looked at her and said.

"Yes, Mr. John." Amy nodded, then continued, "Speaking of energy healing, we have to talk about the latest cosmological theories. Now the physics community agrees that in addition to these substances and energies that have been discovered by us, there are also some undiscovered substances and energies in the universe, which are collectively called dark matter and dark energy, dark matter may be any matter, dark energy may also be any energy, in short, they are outside our imagination, but they do exist, something that we could not understand before. ”

"Uh, Miss Amy, seriously, I've always thought of dark matter and antimatter as one substance, and as for dark energy, who knows what it is?" Mr. John smiled self-deprecatingly and said that he was better at fighting. And not physical.

"But it's different now," Amy continued, "I'm sure you've read my paper on healing energy in Nature, where I suggested that there might be a healing energy that could heal the injuries suffered by injured people, and that this energy could be activated in some way. And then heal the man's wounds, which at first was just a conjecture until recently it began to ......"

"What's wrong?" Mr. John said.

"I found it." Amy said, "From a scroll that's old enough."

"So, what are you talking about, is it magic or?" There was a look of distrust in Mr. John's eyes.

"Don't you believe in magic?" Amy said.

"Yes. I don't believe in magic, I'm a military man. Mr. John said.

"Then why did you let me in?" Amy asked.

"I don't believe in magic, but I believe in God, and if God allows magic to appear to me, I think I'll change my position." Mr. John said with a sparkle of wisdom in his eyes.

"Mr. John, please relax your body." Amy stood up.

"If you're going to assassinate me, I think it's a good opportunity." John looked at Amy and said.

"So you're going to refuse?" Amy said.

"No, I'm just feeling a little excited." John said.

"Well, get ready, please. Don't be too surprised. Amy said, then whispered a healing spell.

Then her right hand was enveloped in a white light, and she looked holy, the first time even the well-informed John had seen such a sight.

Amy then pressed her right hand against John's forehead, and after about a second or two, the white light on Amy's right hand disappeared and she sat back down on the couch.

"It's a little warm," said Mr. John.

"So, you feel it, don't you?" Amy asked.

"Yes. But that's all, my legs still don't feel anything. Mr. John said.

With a slight smile on her lips, Amy walked up to Mr. John and placed her right hand on Mr. John's lap. Pinched.

John looked surprised as he felt Amy's touch.

Subconsciously, the leg muscles, which had never reacted since the paralysis of the lower body, actually contracted.

The toes, which were originally lying flat on the wheelchair, were lifted.

John had been keeping an eye on his legs, after realizing that he could move again. His eyes changed suddenly, as if he was suddenly re-injected with infinite vitality, as if the whole person had returned to his youth, and then he struggled to get up from the wheelchair, he was so excited that he bumped into Amy all of a sudden, and Amy, who was hit by ****, showed an embarrassed look, but he still helped Mr. John, who was a little dizzy because of his sudden standing, in time.

"Miss Amy, I'm so sorry, I'm so excited." Mr. John felt the pressure in his legs, as if recalling the moment when he lost his ability to move on the battlefield.

"It's okay, Mr. John." Amy said.

"Miss Amy, is this the power of magic?" John asked.

"Yes, Mr. John, that's magic." Amy said.

"It's just great." Mr. John said.

"Well, magic is a gift from God." Amy said.

"So, Miss Amy, may you allow me to thank you?" Mr. John said.

The old lieutenant general, with difficulty in his steps, left the wheelchair without the help of any aids, so he walked to his desk, and then took off a medal representing his former glory.

"This is your Washington Medal?" Amy asked.

"Yes, now I'll give it to you, will you accept it?" Mr. John asked.

"Alright then, I'll keep it for you, and if you need it, you can always ask me to go back, I mean, I'll keep this medal for you as a friend, would you like to make me a friend?" Amy said.

"Of course, dear Amy." Mr. John gave Amy a warm hug and said.

"Well, this is my personal phone, if you need my help with anything, please be sure to reach out to me, although I have only just learned this magic now, I can already use it properly, and I want to use it to help more people." Amy concluded.

"Well, then, may our friendship endure, beautiful Miss Germany, and goodbye." Mr. John sent Amy to the door, and in his hand he was lost in thought with a handkerchief with Amy's phone number written on it.

Mr. John's secretary came over, and John instructed her, "Take me to the hospital, I'm going to get checked." ”

The secretary looked at John's standing appearance in some shock, and said in surprise: "Mr. John, you actually stood up, logically speaking, you should not be able to stand up." ”

"What, don't you want me to stand up?" Mr. John feigned.

"No, no, Mr. John, did you say you were going to the hospital for a check-up? I suggest you sit back in your wheelchair first, as if you want to stand in public, you need time to control public opinion and state your reasons. Otherwise, it is not good to cause confusion and suspicion. The secretary suggested.

"Okay" Mr. John nodded, his leg was healed, and he sat back in the wheelchair, but his eyes were still full of excitement and excitement, after all, his leg was really good, he was a little glad that he had rejected his old friend's offer to amputate his legs and replace them with mechanical prostheses a few years ago, if he agreed, would he be able to regain his legs today? Obviously not. (To be continued.) )