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Chapter 269: A Magic Trick Named "Miracle"

talking.

Erin's left hand miraculously produced another chocolate bean, which she then fed to the little boy.

"This is a magic bean. Little Amy, after you eat the magic bean, you only need to count to three and your tummy won't hurt anymore. Come on, count to three with your brother."

"Is it really true that counting to three will stop the stomach pain?"

"certainly."

Looking at the little boy's childish voice, Erin patted his head again with her left hand, then said with a smile, "Come on, count with me, one, two, three..."

"one two three."

When Erin started counting, the little boy Tommy obediently followed along.

But as soon as the three words were uttered.

Erin gently squeezed Tommy's stomach, and the blood-stained gauze instantly transformed into a clean white handkerchief. Then, a seemingly real vine appeared on the boy's stomach, lifting the handkerchief off his stomach.

Just as the mother and child were surprised by this strange sight, Erin suddenly flicked his index finger lightly at the handkerchief that was being propped up by the vine phantom.

"Get out of here!"

boom!

With a soft sound like a bubble bursting, the illusory vine shadow, seemingly real yet ethereal, transformed into countless points of light with a flick of Ailin's finger and vanished into the air.

Even more miraculously, after the phantom disappeared, the wound on the little boy's stomach miraculously stopped bleeding, and then healed rapidly, with the scabs falling off.

In just a few seconds, the bloody hole in the little boy's stomach miraculously disappeared.

Aside from the scar left after the scab fell off, which seemed to prove something, the horrific blood hole that had almost killed the little boy seemed to have never existed.

Just like that magical vine phantom just now, it took away the wound on Tommy's stomach.

Seeing the little boy touching his belly in disbelief, Erin chuckled, "How is it? Doesn't it hurt anymore?"

The dumbfounded little boy gaped and stared wide-eyed, saying, "Hmm, it doesn't hurt anymore. Big brother's magic trick was amazing!"

Looking at the little boy whose eyes seemed to say, "Coach, I want to learn this," Erin smiled and patted the boy's head.

Then he stood up, took off his magician's hat, and gave a bow to the two of them.

"Well then, the magic show is over. Thank you both for watching."

After giving an elegant bow, Erin put his magic hat back on and quickly left the house.

On this street, there are more than just that little boy who needs your help.

Just as Erin's figure was about to disappear from their sight, the young mother suddenly woke up from her daze and shouted loudly at Erin's back, "Magician, thank you. This is the best magic trick I have ever seen in my life."

Hearing the voice behind him, Erin paused slightly, and a smile unconsciously appeared on his face.

Amidst the young mother's most sincere praise, Erin's magician's potion was digested once more.

The audience's praise is the best catalyst for digesting the magician's potion.

After slightly pulling down the brim of her magician's hat, Erin disappeared into the crowd on both sides of the street amidst the young mother's most sincere gratitude.

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After healing the critically injured and dying little boy with a wisp of holy light.

Dressed as a magician, Erin walks the streets of Braun Street, constantly performing magic tricks called "Miracle" to bring real miracles to grieving lives and weeping families.

This earned Erin heartfelt gratitude and praise.

Amidst the most sincere gratitude and cheers, the [Magician] potion within Erin's body was being digested at an unprecedented speed.

I don't know how much time has passed.

As the sirens of ambulances wailed through the night sky.

After a veteran police officer was blown away by a bomb and then had his stomach cut open by glass, leaving his intestines scattered all over the ground, he was saved by a "magic show".

The other police officers who had been saved by Erin's magic performance, as well as the police officers who kept arriving from all over New York, all looked at Erin with a different kind of gaze.

It was a friendly look, tinged with gratitude and respect.

At that moment, George, who had appeared beside Erin at some unknown time, handed Erin an unopened bottle of mineral water and then looked at Erin solemnly, saying:

"Thank you, thank you for saving me, and thank you for saving them too."

After taking the bottled water George handed her, Erin shook her head and asked, "Are there any more seriously wounded?"

"That's all. They were the last batch of seriously wounded. I've already sent the other non-life-threatening wounded to the hospital by ambulance."

Erin's magic, which others called "miracle magic," was indeed amazing, but no matter how amazing his magic was, it was impossible for one person to save all the wounded on the battlefield in such a short time.

So, after "unexpectedly" seeing Erin use magic to "save" a seriously injured elderly couple.

George immediately ordered his men to mark the locations of the most wounded and dying people in the war, and then told Erin their locations.

George didn't ask Erin to do anything, nor did he expect Erin to save everyone. He just hoped to do his best to give all the seriously injured and dying people a better chance of survival.

The power to choose how to do it still rests in Erin's own hands.

of course.

George did not place all his hopes on Erin, after having someone tell Erin the location of all the seriously injured patients.

George personally called every hospital, big and small, in New York, one by one.

They should make every effort to free up their medical resources, deploying doctors and ambulances to treat the police officers, soldiers, and civilians injured in the mechanical disaster.

However, what George didn't expect was...

As ambulances arrived at the scene one after another with sirens blaring.

The most seriously wounded police officers and civilians on the battlefield were actually all rescued by Erin.

"There aren't any left!"

After letting out a long breath, the slightly tired Erin completely relaxed upon hearing this.

In order to race against death, Erin didn't let her guard down for a single second along the way.

It's either using mental power to hypnotize those who are seriously injured and dying, arousing their strong will to live, or controlling the power of the Holy Light source, transforming it into pure healing energy to heal their injuries.

In order not to waste that small amount of holy light essence, Erin could only peel away that holy light essence bit by bit to the maximum extent possible, turning it into strands of holy light energy to heal those people's injuries.

All of this is extremely mentally taxing.

Even Erin's mental fortitude inevitably began to tire after saving countless lives.

but.

Fortunately, it was all worth it.

In selflessly helping the injured and their families, Erin received their sincerest gratitude and heartfelt praise.

These cheers and praises also gave Erin feedback.

Although in order to speed up the treatment, Erin kept compressing the performance time during the subsequent magic show.

He turned it into a series of short, unoriginal magic tricks, and then methodically repeated the previous steps over and over again.

But for these life-saving "miracles," countless injured people, their families, and onlookers all unanimously offered the highest praise.

In addition, there were enough viewers.

Based on the emotional feedback from the audience, Erin had a feeling about it as early as halfway through the "miracle" magic performance.

It seemed as if something inside me was rapidly crumbling and dissipating, and in a daze, many illusory stars appeared around me, constantly shining with a faint light, as if praising something.

However, Erin didn't have time to savor this point at the time and continued to devote himself to the busy rescue work.

Only now did he realize what that feeling meant.

In these magic performances, which were hailed as "miracles" by countless viewers, his "Magician's" potion was finally completely digested.

Looking at Erin, whose eyes seemed unfocused and whose face was weary as he stared ahead.

George hesitated for a moment before speaking again, "And Helen, I thank you on her behalf."

Having witnessed Erin's amazing abilities firsthand, and recalling how Gwen often took Erin to visit Helen when she was hospitalized, Gwen remembered that Erin was the one who brought her to visit Helen.

If George still doesn't understand the truth behind Helen's miraculous recovery of her legs, then he's truly wasted his decades as a detective.

That is why, as Helen's husband, he thanked Erin again on Helen's behalf.

Having understood George's hidden meaning, Erin waved her hand and said, "Just don't blame me for keeping it from you."

Upon hearing this, George shook his head. How could someone who had been a detective for so many years not be able to distinguish right from wrong?

Moreover, even if someone were to blame someone, he couldn't blame Erin.

At most, one can only complain that their own little cotton-padded jacket is letting in the wind.

The thought of his daughter helping an outsider to keep it from him made George's gaze towards Erin turn resentful.

Ailin had just unscrewed the mineral water bottle and taken a sip when he sensed a change in his father-in-law's gaze and instantly shuddered.

Then, quickly changing the subject, she said, "By the way, Mr. Stacy, could I do you a favor?"

Distracted by Erin, George had no choice but to suppress his resentful gaze and then solemnly said, "Tell me, as long as it's not illegal, I'll try my best to help you."

"No need to be so serious, it's really not a big deal."

After chuckling lightly to interrupt George's solemn expression, Erin pondered for a moment and said, "You saw the magic tricks I performed tonight. Many people probably thought they were some kind of superpower, but actually, it was all just the effect of a special drug."

"My recently founded Miracle Group has developed a super potion that can rapidly heal and repair various external injuries. Hmm, didn't I just give them something? That was actually a concentrated version of that super potion..."

After feeding the little boy a chocolate bean, Erin fed each of the seriously injured patients a chocolate bean.

The purpose is for the present.

Today, Erin changed into a magician's outfit, but didn't make much of a disguise.

It's only a matter of time before this identity is recognized.

In addition to the matter of the miracle potion, Erin simply stopped pretending in the following "miracle magic" performances.

However, not disguising one's identity is one thing, but admitting to possessing miraculous healing abilities is quite another.

Just in time, their own "Miracle Potion" is about to be released, so they can attribute all those amazing data abilities to the Miracle Potion.

It might even increase the popularity of the Miracle Potion.

Whether others believe it or not is none of Erin's business; Erin has already given an explanation.

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After saying a lot, I noticed George's increasingly strange expression.

Erin coughed, then continued:

"In the next couple of days, we will be holding a product launch event and will also invite Tony Stark, Iron Man, to be the spokesperson for our Miracle Potion. At that time, you will understand what kind of potion the Miracle Potion really is."

"In short, if anyone asks about it later, I hope Mr. Stacy and the NYPD can steer these miraculous magic tricks toward our company's miracle potion..."

"Well, to be honest, I don't want to become a superhero like Tony Stark, nor do I want my current life disrupted, so... Mr. Stacy, do you understand what I mean?"

George, whose gaze had become increasingly strange after Erin's forced explanation, changed after hearing Erin's last sentence.

Recalling Erin's current student status and his behavior of still living in an old house in Chinatown despite becoming so wealthy, he suddenly had an expression of realization.

Okay.

If you don't want people to misunderstand that you have superpowers, just say you want to be a superhero. Why do you have to lie to me with some miracle drug?

I saw exactly what you fed those people.

Do you think I've never eaten chocolate chips before?!

He glanced back at the officers who, after being rescued by Erin, were forcibly put into ambulances and taken to the hospital for detailed examinations.

George smiled and assured him, "Don't worry, the NYPD owes you a big favor this time. Leave this small matter to us. Um, we'll also put in a good word with those reporters who are on good terms with our department."

(End of this chapter)