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

Linda nodded and remained silent for a moment:

"Then tell me, what should I do?"

There was a rare sense of bewilderment in her tone.

In court, she was always the one in control.

She was a complete novice when it came to this issue.

She didn't know how to get along with Lin Feng.

I don't know how to strike the right balance.

Completely unaware of Lin Feng's thoughts.

Eileen thought for a moment,

"I think you should stay in Las Vegas first."

Observe and observe.

Let Lin play a few more times.

Wait until he gets tired of it before making your request.

Linda nodded, but then frowned:

"If Lin gets tired of me, then wouldn't I lose my value?"

Will he agree to the conditions I proposed?

Her concerns are very real.

In this blatant exchange relationship,

If her only bargaining chips are her body and the novelty of the product/service...

So once Lin Feng gets tired of her, what right does she have to ask him to save her father?

Eileen smiled and said,

"Then you don't understand Lin."

Even if he gets tired of it, he still has a sense of kinship.

He will still help you.

Even though you don't have a hymen, Lin was the first man to enter your life.

Linda nodded, seemingly lost in thought:

"Okay, since you understand Lin, I'll listen to you."

Eileen imitated Lin Feng's mannerisms.

One-handed dribbling, the movement is skillful yet effortless:

"Listen to me, you can't go wrong."

Oh, by the way, I'll take you to the hospital for a check-up later.

Once you're sure everything's okay, you can finally relax.

Linda nodded; that was exactly what she thought too.

Although her body felt like that of a normal person,

That lightness, that vitality, that feeling of every movement flowing smoothly and freely,

This is something she has never experienced in the past few years.

But the hidden dangers of many years were eliminated in one day.

It still made her feel a little uneasy.

It felt like a dream.

Parkinson's disease, a curse she thought would accompany her for life.

They vanished overnight.

Only through comprehensive testing with instruments can

Only with solid data could Linda feel at ease.

After resting for a while, the two got up.

Linda leaned against the wall as she walked into the bathroom and took a hot shower.

She looked down at her left hand; it showed no trembling, no stiffness.

She stood in front of the mirror, looking at herself.

That face was radiant, seemingly more beautiful and perfect than before.

My skin is also smoother.

After repeatedly observing herself in the mirror, Linda was certain that this was not an illusion.

My body has really changed.

Could Lin really be an incarnation of God?

After washing up, Linda changed her clothes.

Linda didn't eat anything because she needed to go to the hospital for a full checkup.

I didn't drink anything.

Erin drove them to a private hospital in Las Vegas.

Eileen called ahead and arranged a full set of examinations.

From blood tests to brain MRI,

From nerve conduction velocity testing to dopamine transporter imaging

Each one is equipped with the most advanced equipment and the most professional doctors.

The hospital staff were curious as to why a seemingly perfectly healthy young woman would undergo a full Parkinson's test.

But as long as you pay, nobody cares.

The inspection lasted for nearly three hours.

Linda lay inside the MRI machine, feeling a strange sense of peace.

She recalled the last time she had this examination.

The doctor pointed to the image on the screen and told her that the lesions in the substantia nigra region were already quite obvious.

The effectiveness of medication will decrease over time.

At that time, she sat in the clinic, looking at the bustling traffic outside the window, and felt that the whole world was drifting away from her.

Now, lying in the same machine, she carries a hope she has never felt before.

Linda's hands trembled when she received the test results.

But it wasn't because of illness, it was because of excitement.

She looked at the data line by line.

Every indicator is within the normal range.

The density of dopaminergic neurons in the substantia nigra region is completely normal.

The nerve conduction velocity is normal, the motor function score is perfect, and the physical fitness is comparable to that of a top athlete.

All the abnormal data that had once filled her with despair had disappeared.

She turned to the last page and looked at the attending physician's handwritten conclusion—"No imaging or functional abnormalities of Parkinson's disease were found."

The subject's neurological condition was completely normal.

The idea that nerve reversibility is irreversible is a complete joke in Lin Feng's hands.

Linda was so moved that she covered her face and wept.

Tears welled up between his fingers and dripped onto the report.

The fear of those years, the helplessness in those late nights, the forbearance in court, trying not to let others see anything amiss...

At that moment, it all turned into tears.

"Eileen, I'm all better now, I'm really all better."

Thank you, thank God.

Linda's voice was broken and intermittent, sobbing so much that she could barely utter a complete sentence.

Eileen stood beside her and gently patted her back.

Her eyes were a little moist, but a smile played on her lips:

"The person you should thank the most is Lin."

He is your God.

Linda looked up at Eileen through her teary eyes.

She nodded.

"You're right, everything we have now is thanks to Lin."

Eileen hugged Linda and kissed her.

His lips lingered on her cheek for a few seconds.

It carries a sense of intimate possessiveness.

She whispered:

"Honey, now that the checkup shows everything is fine, let's go home."

"Do your best tonight and thank Lin."

Linda hesitated for a moment, then said again:

"Eileen, I want to go back to New York."

"What's wrong? Is there another case?"

Eileen released her and looked at her with some surprise.

Linda shook her head, her fingers unconsciously tracing the medical report.

The edges of the paper curled slightly beneath her fingertips:

"No, although this report has confirmed that my Parkinson's is cured."

But I'm still worried, so I want to go to a few more hospitals for a second checkup.

I was afraid this was all a dream.

She said this in a very soft voice.

It's like admitting a weakness that's hard to talk about.

As the Chief Justice of the Court of Appeal, she shouldn't be so preoccupied with personal gains and losses.

But Parkinson's disease had tormented her for years.

The fear of waking up every day and immediately checking if my left hand can still move and if I can still walk steadily.

It has seeped into my very bones.

Now that she has fully recovered, she is hesitant to believe it.

I'm always afraid that I'll wake up one day and go back to the way things were before.

Eileen smiled and said, "I understand, I completely understand."

Let's go, I'll arrange a private jet for you.

I'll go to New York with you.

She reached out and put her arm around Linda's shoulder.

"Thank you, Eileen."

Linda gazed at Eileen with tender affection.

Those blue eyes held a complex mix of emotions—gratitude and longing.

She said again, "If it weren't for your introduction, I would never have met Lin in my life."

These words came from the bottom of my heart.

If she hadn't experienced it herself, she would never have imagined that such amazing people existed in the world.

It completely exceeded her previous understanding.

She is a judge who believes in evidence and logic.

Believe in everything that can be verified.

But what Lin Feng did to her went beyond all known physical laws and medical common sense.

A snap of the fingers, telekinesis, marrow cleansing and transformation—these were terms she had only ever seen in mythological novels before.

But now it has truly happened to me.

Eileen said with a smile:

What are your plans for the future?

Will you continue seeing Lin in the future?

Her tone carried a hint of probing.

It's as if they want to know if Linda will back down after she's tasted the sweetness of success.

Linda rolled her eyes at her. "I'm not stupid."

Lin is a figure in my heart comparable to God.

How could I bear to give up?

No matter what, I will stay by his side.

With his amazing abilities, it's entirely possible that I could become a female president someday.

She spoke in a calm tone, but the content of her words made Eileen pause for a moment.

A female president? Eileen looked at Linda.

Suddenly, I realized that I might have been underestimating this woman all along.

This woman has quite a bit of ambition.

Linda has never been one to willingly be controlled.

She is decisive in court and has deep connections in political circles.

Now that they have witnessed Lin Feng's methods firsthand,

Her ambition was completely ignited at that moment.

She wanted more.

"I didn't expect you to have such big ambitions."

Eileen withdrew her hand, crossed her arms, and looked at Linda with a half-smile.

"However, I have to warn you about something in advance."

Lin has a rather domineering personality.

You'd better avoid contact with other men in the future.

Otherwise, if he gets angry, the consequences could be dire.