The Wizard's Marvel Journey

"Hiss...it hurts, it hurts..."

On the hospital bed, a boy suddenly sat up, held his head in his hands, and kept mumbling in a language that the people around him could not understand.

It’s not so much that I don’t understand, it’s better to say that I’m not used to it.

Especially when the lingua franca of Asia comes out of the mouth of a white kid with blond hair and red eyes.

This is really weird.

However, the strange syllables are not difficult to understand, and combined with the boy's movements of holding his head, it is not difficult to know that the boy is in great pain at this moment.

"Hey, nurse, he's awake!"

The person next to me shouted loudly...in English...

"what"

The boy looked very stunned and was very surprised that he could understand English. However, the boy obviously couldn't be distracted. Most of his energy was involved in the fragments that kept colliding and merging in his mind.

On the one hand, it is the short life of a Chinese person, and on the other hand, it is the short eleven-year life of a blond boy named Roel Claude.

Oh, it may take a year or two. After all, unless you have a deep understanding of the soul, remembering things before the age of three is just empty talk for a lifetime.

"So this is what I am..."

The boy seemed to have recovered somewhat, and his body gradually stopped shaking.

Probably the entanglement between the two souls has ceased, or in other words, with the demise of one soul, it has been completely absorbed by the other soul.

Ok……

The necessary experience to go from schizophrenia to normalcy?

The boy seems a little confused about what is going on now, but after all, one is a new student and the other has long since died...

At least, this boy named Roel Claude...

"Director George, over here, you can go in and see him!"

The pure American English disrupted the boy's thoughts. In a hazy moment, the boy only saw a black man wearing a beige windbreaker walking in from the shopping mall.

There were two police officers behind the man, but judging from the man's own temperament, he still looked like a prisoner being escorted. After all, no one else could survive under the uniform.

"Ahem, you're awake!"

Perhaps out of embarrassment, Chief George coughed twice, and then the police officer behind him handed over a piece of information.

"Roel Claude, born in 1996, your father Iverson and Sonia moved to New York in 1990, but they were involved in a car accident in May of this year."

"A car accident?"

The boy was stunned for a moment, recalling the scene at that time, or in other words, Claude's memory.

It was indeed a car accident, but what happened after that...

"I'm sorry to tell you this news when you wake up." Director George said apologetically, "But the fact is that your parents did not survive the car accident, and you...you were seriously injured in the hospital. You ran out of the ward. In fact, I am very curious about how you woke up. Your attending doctor, Mr. Terrance, has said that you are close to brain death, or in a vegetative state."

George observed the boy's expression carefully, and he seemed a little wary.

This made Claude feel a little strange. Why should the New York police chief be wary of a child?

Rohr glanced at the others again, and most of them looked wary.

At this time, the black director said: "I want to know how you woke up, maybe if there are any changes in your body."

"Variety?"

Luo Er was a little surprised. Could it be that he told the black uncle in front of him that he had traveled through time?

Reborn?

Just experienced a soul fusion?

You may not believe it, but until now someone has not reacted to it.

How did he change from a 20-year-old socialist young man to the little bean curd he is now?

It's still a foreign-funded Douding, and it's not even a Sino-US co-production...

"You know, your parents have experienced it before. I mean, I think your awakening is very abnormal. Relying on the human body to defeat medical conclusions, I don't think this is something ordinary people can do."

Director George looked at Claude with stern eyes, and suddenly felt that he seemed to be making a fuss out of a molehill.

I don’t know how long it has been since the last storm, and so far, nothing strange has happened in New York.

Of course, robbery and crime are probably part of daily life.

perhaps?

"I don't mean anything else..." Director George said dryly. Looking at Claude's confused eyes, George felt even more guilty.

Ok……

Claude was really confused.

But George obviously didn't think so.

"I mean, maybe you can cooperate with us to do an examination..."

Director George paused, seeming to remember something.

"Of course, it's free, and maybe you're a medical miracle, at least for now."

"Uh...what do you need?" Luo Er opened his mouth and uttered a sentence in Chinese, but then he realized that something was not right.

This is New York!

No fair-skinned blond man could converse in fluent Chinese.

Not to mention a little bean curd.

"What did you say?" Director George raised his eyebrows, realizing that things were not that simple.

"I mean..." Luo Er stuttered a few words, and then automatically switched to fluent American English.

See, English is actually not that difficult as long as you are a native American.

"I mean, what do you need!"

"A tube of blood, and then Dr. Terrance will conduct a detailed examination on you." George said, looking at Rolle's changes.

But seeing the way the boy stretched out his arms neatly, George felt that he might be overthinking.

The X gene is not a secret to the New York police chief, but looking at the destructiveness of mutants in the past, even if the boy is a mutant, he seems not so qualified.

A traffic jam?

After waving his hand, a nurse came up from behind and took away a tube of blood from the boy.

"Mr. Director!"

At this time, a police officer ran in from outside and said something in Chief George's ear.

Then George looked at the information again, and then turned his attention to Rohr who was holding the cotton swab.

"You have an uncle?"

"Uncle?" Rohr said in surprise, followed by a strong headache, and then Rohr's mouth involuntarily issued a confirmation.

"It's not written in the information." George frowned slightly, then relaxed.

"Luckily, you still have a relative, so we don't have to notify the orphanage in New York. Your parents' house will be in your name, but it won't be until you are seventeen years old." George breathed a sigh of relief and said to Roll held out his hand.

"Anyway, welcome back to New York, Claude."