Early the next morning, Joanna followed the advice of Rudolph and a group of Charleston teachers and took Jonny to the Punnal Presbyterian Rehabilitation Hospital in downtown Winchi to see a brain specialist clinic.

Although Punal Hospital is a subordinate institution of the Presbyterian Church, its strength is that it is considered to be a first-class brain and brain surgery diagnosis and treatment in the thirteen cities of Qilian, and Johnny has been here many times in his early years, and he was the first to be diagnosed with autism and mental retardation here.

The main building of Punal Hospital is an outpatient centre with 200 outpatient rooms and a 2,500-bed complex attached to it. Joanna took Jonny to a simple but delicate podium next to it, where the brain specialist clinic was on the fifth floor, and the elevator was almost instantaneous, and there was no shaking at all.

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"This is the brain AT we just gave Jonny, Mrs. Kent." Brain specialist Dr. Xie Tianhua is a bald man with data glasses, he is tall, with a flat nose and thin lips typical of a yellow-skinned person, and his white uniform is spotless, and his every move exudes the demeanor of a well-educated scholar.

"You can see that this brain scan is the same as it was six years ago, there is no damage, no blockage, everything looks normal." Dr. Xie patiently explained.

"But I'm not here to find out what kind of brain injury my son has, what you said, we already knew about it six years ago, tell me something I don't know." Joanna was scared all the way, and at this point she could finally burst out.

"Yes, Mrs. Kent, I just want to say that Jonny's brain has not been altered in any way, there are no electronic implants, no cortical injections, and of course, illegal cyberization can be completely ruled out."

"Tell the point!" Joanna couldn't stand it anymore.

"Yes, Mrs. Kent, we can't explain any of the sudden increases in intelligence on the physical level of the brain, and maybe there's nothing we can do in our field, but then again, your son does make some breakthroughs in the field of neural interactions, eh...... It should be an amazing breakthrough...... Dr. Xie politely invited Joanna to sit down at this time, and then he flicked the holographic watch in his hand, dimming the lights in the examination room, and the projection light from Zhou shot out, and a brain scan of Jonny appeared in the center of the examination room.

"This is the 3D imaging view that you just saw." Dr. Xie continued to flick the holographic console on his watch with his fingers.

And that's a view of neuronal interactions, of course...... It's an archive from six years ago. He patiently explained that at this time in the examination room, many red and blue neuronal signals were added to the image of the brain.

"They look sparse, don't they? Of course, this is a typical image of neuronal interaction in a child with ATD. ”

Xie Tianhua's fingers moved slightly, and he flicked the data file on the panel again, and at this moment, in the huge brain holographic image in the room, it was suddenly filled with all kinds of complex lines, and dense neuronal signals almost occupied the brain area, making it a blurred light and shadow.

"It's an unbeatable brain." Dr. Xie Tianhua said with sincere admiration.

"I've never seen anything like this in my life, huh...... I mean, from so sparse to so dense, and the interactions between them are very logical and rational. Some people call them the notes of the brain, and of course, many remarkable people have more complex neural interactions than that, but Jonny's seems to be a little different, you see...... They are like shuttles interspersed in the silk threads and form a cloth of truth......" Dr. Xie said as he stared at the lines of neural interaction in front of him.

"Dr. Xie, what does this mean exactly?" Joanna still hasn't quite figured it out yet.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Mrs. Kent, I'm distracted, it's my occupational disease, I'm so sorry, huh...... All in all, Jonny...... He's such a brilliant kid! That's all I can tell you. ”

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The lights were dim and the room was silent, and Joanna sat aggrievedly at the head of her son's bed, staring at the face of Jonny, who was pretending to sleep, with complicated eyes.

For her, Jonny hasn't changed at all, he's still the distressing, stubborn and obedient good boy who bows his head and doesn't say a word. From the time he realized that something was wrong until now, after so many years of illness and cure, Joanna has also searched and observed the symptoms of many children with autism, and almost none of them are as docile and docile as her own children.

She knew that Jonny's wounds in the heart were sometimes sinister, but he never waited until the other sick child was willing to back down, and then he was quiet as if nothing had happened. Her son, who was judged to be autistic, usually takes the initiative to compromise and give in at this moment, is not paranoid and stubborn about things, and often stops paying attention to it after a while. So much so that more than ten years have passed in a hurry, and Joanna can't find out what he really likes, or what she needs to help defend.

Jonny has always been an obedient child, in the early days, like other children, he was just silent, he loved to cry, but he loved to smile more, he understood everything his parents said, and did what they were asked to do, so it was not until the age of four that they did not speak much, and the couple began to gradually panic.

Joanna was full of tears, and the big tears dripped on Jonny's pillow one by one, and her son's brows frowned slightly, as if he had dreamed of something bad, and suddenly a feeling of self-blame, pity, and remorse gradually grew in her heart, making her whole body tremble.

Although Joanna knew that when her son was young, she almost broke her leg when she and Robert went to the doctor, and the diagnosis could not be wrong, but at this time, she couldn't help but blindly think that such a child with such a normal IQ was preconceived as a disability with a lack of IQ because he was usually silent.

Mom...... I want to go to a normal school.

Joanna thought about what her son had said to her before, and she immediately felt like a knife, she covered her mouth and forced herself not to make a sound, but the flood of emotions had made her unable to control herself.

"Mom, I'm sorry for you." Joanna finally lost control, crying heartbreakingly beside her son's pillow, she sobbed so hard that tears wet her son's face, and after crying for a while, she felt a warm palm on the back of her hand.

Joanna noticed that her son was looking at her, as if he had never fallen asleep and as if he had just woken up. He was silent, his face was as calm as usual, and he didn't seem surprised by his mother's behavior, Joanna looked at him with teary eyes, and Jonny suddenly nodded slowly at her, and she almost immediately understood the meaning in her son's warm eyes.

Everything will be fine, her son was telling her.

Joanna threw herself at the head of the bed, clutching her pillow and continuing to cry, soaking her voice and tears in the soft fabric and fluff, as if she wanted to vent all the grievances she had suffered for more than ten years. Seeing this, Jonny had no choice but to let her, just sat up and gently stroked her back.

Joanna finally stopped crying at the moment, she got up with the pillow and pecked Jonny on the cheek, but when she walked to the door, she suddenly burst out laughing, maybe it was finally the clouds, maybe it was until the bitterness was over.

Jonny is a kid with a great IQ!

She repeatedly thought about Dr. Xie Tianhua's words in her heart, and her heart was joyful, and she took the pillow and happily walked around the living room, her movements were light like a chickadee, and she was laughing happily with tears on her face.

My son is a normal child who is no worse than anyone else!

She hummed a little tune and pulled another pillow out of the storage room.

Tomorrow will be a new day for Jonny and me!

Joanna trotted and delivered the pillow to her precious son's room.