When Liu Chong woke up again, he was already in a hospital in Manhattan. Both his hands were fixed with splints. There were many wounded people wailing on the beds around him. Looking around, they were all missing arms or broken legs. Liu Chong's situation was already very lucky.
A nurse came in with a report. Her short golden hair looked very neat and tidy. There were some barely visible freckles on both sides of her nose. Her curvy figure made the wailing of the wounded beside her quieter.
Looking at Liu Chong who had regained consciousness, the nurse grinned, "Little guy, you are so lucky to have appeared near the streets where those two monsters were at their most frenzied, yet you only suffered such minor injuries."
He looked at the report in his hand, lowered his head and touched Liu Chong's little head, "Oh, right, the police said they were going to look for your parents, but it seems they couldn't find them. It seems you can contact them and ask them to come pick you up and pay the medical bills!"
"Mister nurse, what time is it now?" Liu Chong glanced out the window and saw that it was still pitch black.
"Four fifteen in the morning. Well, we just brought you here last night. You were only unconscious for six hours!" Penny checked her watch and leaned over to say to Liu Chong affectionately, "But your medical bill is two hundred and thirty-seven dollars. You can go to the nurse's desk and make a call. I have something else to do. Bye!"
"Well, Nurse Penny, bye!" Liu Chong glanced at the name tag on Penny's chest and responded.
The nurse's departure attracted the attention of most people, but Liu Chong was not among them.
He was only 1.2 meters tall, but he jumped off the bed and came to the window. He could clearly see that there were many ambulances transporting the wounded at the hospital entrance.
He searched his pockets and found about three hundred yuan in them. He went to the payment office alone, paid the fee, and left the hospital in a hurry. Before leaving, he heard the head nurse making a phone call at the front desk.
"Yes, the beds are full. If there are any more seriously ill patients, please send them to other hospitals, not to this nearby hospital!"
"Don't you know? Those two monsters destroyed several buildings. Our hospital alone has over a hundred critically ill patients. The police said over eighty people died yesterday, over a hundred cars were damaged, and thousands of people were injured. What should we do?"
I went out and hailed a taxi, "Queens, Forest Hill Road!"
"Hey, little guy, that place is not close. Do you have money?" The black man driving looked down on him.
"You are indispensable!" Liu Chong turned his head to look at the scenery outside the window and said unhappily.
The car started to move slowly, and not far away, we saw the scene of the accident last night. Several police cars with sirens blaring and flashing lights were parked there, with yellow cordon drawn, and no one was allowed to approach.
Seeing this, Liu Chong also let out a breath and leaned back on the car seat. "It's been five years. It seems that the plot is about to begin, but why is this body only ten years old? Many things are very inconvenient!"
...
Five years ago, Liu Chong was watching Spider-Man: Far From Home in the cinema. He had just seen the end of the film and was eagerly waiting for the Easter egg at the end of the film. However, instead of waiting for the Easter egg, he waited for a bullet.
At that moment, a furious man rushed in from outside the theater, holding a homemade gun in his hand. He shot at the man and woman sitting next to him, muttering desperately, "How dare you look for a man outside! I'll kill you!"
The bullets hit Liu Chong's head perfectly. Lying on the ground bleeding profusely, Liu Chong's last thought was, "So what's the final Easter egg?!" and "How great it would be if bullets could turn!"
As a result, in a trance, he came to the streets of New York and became a five-year-old child, living in the home of his adoptive parents.
However, Liu Chong looked at the screen in his mind,
'Control Point: Forty-nine'
Strength 7, Defense 5, Speed 8, Spirit 17 (Note: A healthy adult male's value is 10)
'Skill: D-rank Metal Control'
Those three quiet lines of words completely changed Liu Chong's life. He had to learn English again, accept his new family, accept the fact that his body had become smaller, and slowly accept the fact that he could control metal.
Twenty minutes later, the taxi pulled up to Forest Road. "Hey, kid, twenty-nine dollars, pay up!"
Liu Chong took out another thirty dollars from his pocket and handed it over.
The black driver snatched it away and said, "Wow! The remaining one dollar is a tip. Let me give you a piece of advice, sir, don't hang around outside at night!" He drove away.
Looking at his receding back, he resisted the urge to remove two bolts from his wheel and walked towards the door. He looked at the splint on his hand, moved his fingers slightly, and the last knife in his trouser leg flew out. He cut the bandage and threw it into the trash can on the side of the road.
"I only have one flying knife left. I've lost so much this time. Not only did I not gain anything, but I also lost all my belongings. It's such a pity!" Liu Chong stuffed the knife back into the knife bag, went upstairs quietly and hid in his room.
The first thing that came out of the cabinet was a large box full of high-calorie snacks, chocolates, compressed hamburgers, canned beef, etc., which I stuffed into my mouth.
At the same time, he pulled out a solid iron rod weighing 20 kilograms and nearly 6 centimeters thick from the iron rack nearby and placed it on his knees. He swallowed the last bite of beef and then placed his hands lightly on the iron rod.
The broken arms that had been abandoned in splints were already slightly bent. The immense pain caused by these movements made the arms tremble constantly, and the palms could not even close, relying entirely on the assistance of some metal pieces around them.
I saw that the place where Liu Chong's hands were placed on the iron rod was sinking little by little. Although he couldn't see it, he could feel that the broken part of his arm was wrapped by an inexplicable energy, which was slowly correcting the broken bone.
This was an ability Liu Chong discovered when he was eight years old. Because he flew too high, he fell from the sky and his legs were shattered. That night, Liu Chong, who barely maintained his sanity, relied on instinct to pull a heavy iron frame over and put his hands on it.
That night, Liu Chong lay in the yard and swallowed half of a large iron rack before his legs were healed. The severe pain made him unable to sleep all night, and he also caught a cold. From then on, he dared not be so wasteful anymore.
...
The sky outside the window was already getting bright. He glanced at the clock and it was already past five o'clock. Half of the iron rod in his hand had disappeared. Yes, it disappeared, completely disappeared, without any residue. It disappeared out of thin air. Liu Chong thought about this treatment method for a long time.
Did it absorb? Not really.
It was more like using the disappeared metal to exchange for healing energy. As for how it was done, Liu Chong still couldn't figure it out.
There was a noise outside the door. It seemed that his uncle and aunt had already gotten up. Liu Chong did not hesitate.
With his five hearts facing the sky, his whole body emanated a faint golden light, and the iron rod in his hand was shaking a little. Then, tiny golden light spots visible to the naked eye emerged from the iron rod and merged into the larger luminous body, Liu Chong's body.
After more than ten minutes, Liu Chong slowly opened his eyes, and the whole room became dim again. He casually threw the iron rod, which had not changed much, into the large iron box behind him.
With a soft "crack!" sound, the metal rod fell to the ground and broke into two pieces, like a piece of fragile glass.
He stood up and looked at his intact hands, "I feel like I've become stronger!"