Dual Transmigration: American Prison, Surviving to a Fantasy Development Stage

Linda Johnny also took the initiative to speak, saying, "Hello Lin, nice to meet you."

I am Linda Johnny.

He is the Chief Justice of the Manhattan Court of Appeals, 27 years old, with early-stage Parkinson's disease. He is also Erin's ex-girlfriend.

Lin Feng paused, his gaze sweeping over Linda's slightly trembling left hand.

Then she looked at Eileen behind her, before her gaze finally returned to Linda's face.

With light makeup, delicate and beautiful features, tall and sexy, she's definitely a classic Western woman.

A good appearance is an 8 to 9 out of 10, but more importantly, it's the aura that sets them apart.

interesting.

Lin Feng silently evaluated it with two words: "capable of handling things."

"Please sit down."

Linda took a deep breath and stepped inside.

For some reason, Linda, who is usually rational and calm, was a little nervous at this moment.

She stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, sunlight streaming in from behind.

It gilded the silhouette of her beige trench coat with a layer of gold.

But her fingers curled slightly involuntarily.

It was a physiological reaction that even she herself couldn't explain.

Especially when Lin Feng glanced at her, he felt like his heart was about to stop beating.

That gaze wasn't sharp.

It could even be described as calm.

But it is precisely this tranquility that creates an indescribable sense of oppression.

It felt as if I was being watched by something far beyond my comprehension.

From body to soul, everything is laid bare.

What a terrifying aura!

Linda was secretly amazed.

She has seen countless dangerous people in court.

Drug lords, murderers, gang leaders

Those people also possessed an aura; some were violent, others were ruthless.

But Lin Feng's aura was completely different.

It's more like a crushing defeat on a higher level of life.

Like a ferocious beast looking down at ants, they cannot even muster the thought of resistance.

At this moment, Linda believed that Lin Feng could cure her illness.

This trust does not stem from logical judgment.

It doesn't even come entirely from Eileen's description.

The man in front of me doesn't need any proof.

His very presence is proof.

Eileen and Linda took their seats.

Linda's left hand rested on her knee, and it trembled more noticeably than usual.

Whether it was due to nervousness or the oppressive feeling of that moment that further disrupted her nervous system, it's unclear.

She pressed her right hand against her left, a gesture she had done countless times.

So skilled it's almost instinctive.

Lin Feng sat opposite them, his posture casual.

Even a bit lazy.

He picked up his teacup, took a sip, and then put it down.

His gaze lingered on Linda's face for a moment.

"Did Eileen tell you about the conditions for treatment?"

Linda nodded. "Eileen has already told me that I agree to your terms."

Lin Feng's lips curled up, a smile carrying a hint of amusement and satisfaction:

"Great, it's settled then."

Actually, I'm also curious about how you two managed to get along when you were together.

Eileen rolled her eyes at Lin Feng, her gaze carrying a hint of reproach.

"I'll let you see it properly in a bit."

Honey, when do you plan to get her treatment?

As soon as he finished speaking, Lin Feng beckoned with his hand.

Without any warning, Linda suddenly rose slowly and floated in the air.

It felt like losing gravity in space.

Her body lifted off the sofa, hovering in mid-air, her limbs slightly outstretched.

The hem of the beige trench coat swayed gently.

Linda was utterly shocked by this bizarre method.

At that moment, she believed that Lin Feng was the incarnation of God.

She stared wide-eyed at Lin Feng in disbelief.

His lips parted slightly, but no sound came out.

Her reason told her that this was not scientific.

But her body was experiencing something she had never experienced before.

Lin Feng gently tapped his finger, and a stream of spiritual energy entered Linda's body.

I followed Linda's meridians and body for a circle.

The spiritual energy seemed to have a life of its own, precisely locating each diseased neuron.

It breaks down and removes those abnormal proteins deposited in the substantia nigra of the brain little by little.

The root cause of Parkinson's disease lies in the degeneration of dopaminergic neurons.

However, in the face of Lin Feng's spiritual power, this regression was forcibly broken and reborn.

New neurons are growing at a rate invisible to the naked eye.

Damaged neural pathways are reconnected.

The entire substantia nigra region of the brain was enveloped in a layer of soft white light.

Nerves can repair themselves, but very slowly. However, Lin Feng's spiritual power is like a powerful tonic, accelerating the repair process.

Instantly cleansing the marrow and removing all impurities, leaving the body completely refreshed.

Suddenly, a lot of yellowish-brown sweat appeared on Linda's body, and it smelled terrible.

The sweat seeped from every pore of her skin.

It was like the stench of toxins that had accumulated over many years being expelled all at once.

Her trench coat was instantly soaked and clung to her body.

The beige turned into dark brown.

Eileen, who was standing nearby, almost vomited after just one sniff.

He quickly covered his mouth and nose with his hands and took two steps back.

But amidst this stench, Eileen was shocked to discover that...

Linda's skin has not only improved,

She looked radiant.

The skin tone, which had become dull due to years of illness, disappeared.

Instead, it has a near-transparent whiteness.

She looked several years younger, as if she had been reshaped.

Lin Feng snapped his fingers.

Linda landed safely and slowly.

When her feet touched the carpet,

The knees didn't even bend.

It was a sense of stability she hadn't experienced in a long time.

Immediately afterwards, a light breeze swept through the office.

The breeze carried the scent of a mountain spring.

It instantly sweeps away the stench in the air.

The original flavor was gone, leaving only a faint, subtle grassy fragrance.

Eileen asked curiously, "Honey, doesn't this smell disgusting?"

Lin Feng laughed and said, "I forgot to mention, I can't smell it because I'm holding my breath."

Eileen said, "Why didn't you say so sooner?"

At this moment, Linda was still in a daze, her mind blank.

She looked down at her hands; her left hand had stopped trembling.

The stiffness she thought would stay with her for life disappeared.

She tried to clench her fist, and her five fingers obediently bent.

The force is even and stable.

She tried lifting her leg again, and her left leg stepped out smoothly and naturally.

There were no more of those slow, shuffling steps.

It felt incredibly comfortable all over.

I finally became a normal person.

Linda's eyes were red, and she was incredibly excited.

My mind went completely blank.

Lin Feng pointed to the bedroom inside the office:

"Go take a shower, make sure you're clean."

Before Linda could react, Eileen knew that Lin Feng had become interested.

She knew this man too well.

She pulled Linda into the shower room, her movements swift and decisive, leaving no room for refusal.

Linda paused for a moment when the hot water from the showerhead came down.

Hot water poured down from above.

She looked at her left arm; the hot water was flowing over her skin.

She stared at the hand in disbelief.

That hand that had once stiffened and trembled, forcing her to hide it under her robes in court.

It's gone again.

She slowly opened her fingers, then clenched them, then opened them again, then clenched them again.

Every movement was fluid and natural, without any hindrance.

The cycle repeats itself endlessly, without the slightest hint of boredom.

"I think I'm really healed?"

My hands stopped trembling, and the stiffness was gone too.

Her voice trembled.

Eileen said with a smile, "If I said it could be cured, then it certainly can be cured."

Now you believe me?

Linda hugged Eileen with delight.

I want to kiss him.

Her lips drew closer, warm with the heat of hot water and steam.

Filled with the ecstatic joy of surviving a catastrophe.

But Eileen stopped her, pressing her finger to her lips and shaking her head with a smile.

"You smell terrible, take a shower first."