Chapter 2 Chapter two

Sunday night, March 19, 1989 William.Dr. Hobbs looked at his son on the opposite side of the chessboard, as usual, marveling at his son's extraordinary intelligence.Suddenly, the boy's blue eyes rolled up and he fell backwards from the chair. Sheila!He jumped up and ran across the table, screaming.His son Morris Jr. twitched violently, bit the tip of his tongue tightly, and shook his head violently. Foamy blood flowed from the corner of his mouth onto the carpet. William, who is a doctor of psychology rather than a doctor, was at a loss when he saw this scene. He knelt beside his three-year-old son, anxiously looking at the twisted body.

Call an ambulance!He yelled at his wife. Sheila rushed to the phone after hearing it clearly.She thought of bringing her son home from the Kindergarten of Genetic Engineering Research Co., Ltd. today, and he complained of a headache.The child under the age of three is a real child prodigy, talking at eight months, reading at thirteen months, and now playing chess with his father every night. We need an ambulance urgently.As soon as the phone was connected, Sheila screamed and reported the address, dropped the receiver and ran back to the living room. Maurice stopped convulsing, lay quietly on the sofa, blood vomited out of dinner, dripping down his blond hair, and became incontinent.

OMG!Sheila wiped the froth off Maurice's mouth with the corner of her apron, and blamed her husband, he had a headache tonight and you shouldn't have let him play chess. He suggested it himself.William argued.This is not true, Maurice has been in a trance, but William is unwilling to pass up the opportunity to see his son display his outstanding talents. He had been married to Sheila for eight years and had no children.Since he is an employee of a genetic engineering company, he can enjoy sperm for free. After confirming that the two are infertile, he undergoes in vitro fertilization and conceives in a surrogate, and finally gets his long-awaited son, a son with a miraculously high IQ.

After a while, an ambulance came to pick up Morris and sent him to the emergency room of Lovell General Hospital. Hey, VJ Victor stands at the foot of the building and calls up, how about coming down for a swim? no thanks. VJ's childish voice echoed on the stairs. Victor recalled the worries he had about his son. VJ's intelligence developed ahead of schedule, and he became a chess master at the age of three. At the age of four, his IQ suddenly dropped to the level of his peers.Now that VJ has grown up, Victor's suspended heart finally let go. Victor ran upstairs in three steps and two steps, he walked quietly through the aisle and pushed away VJ's bedroom.It was neat and tidy inside, with the full set of Encyclopedia Britannica lining one wall and the Periodic Table of Chemical Elements on the opposite side. VJ is lying on the bed and engrossed in a tome.

Victor approached slowly, trying to see clearly the book he was reading, but unexpectedly, it was full of dense chemical reaction equations. OK!He jokingly grabbed his son's leg.Unexpectedly, as soon as they met, VJ instinctively put on a defensive posture. Don't move, what are you looking at?Victor laughed. VJ's blue eyes stared at his father: please don't do this in the future.The cold tone made Victor feel like a basin of cold water was being poured over his head. VJ quickly closed the book, and replied casually: It's just an old book dug out from a dark room, full of mistakes.

Victor was startled again. It turned out that his son's genius had not disappeared.He put the thought aside and ordered: Listen, VJ!Let's go swimming. When VJ changed into his swimsuit and appeared at the entrance of the building, Victor noticed that his ten-year-old son was tall and strong, and he looked like an athlete. The swimming pool smelled of bleach, and the glass ceiling and walls reflected sparkling water.Judge for us?Victor said to Martha. Dad, VJ's mood is down, I don't want to compete. Scared?Swim two times, whoever loses takes out the trash.Victor proposed.

Get ready, Martha stopped and glanced at her husband and son by the pool, jump!After she finished speaking, she hurriedly stepped back to avoid the splashing water, and sat aside to watch. Although Victor is not a good swimmer, he is a good swimmer after all, but VJ is far ahead, she can't help being surprised, the second time VJ slowed down, it seems that Victor wins on purpose. Well done, Viktor spat and said victoriously, welcome to that pile of rubbish. Martha looked blankly at VJ standing up from the water, the two of them met, and VJ gave her a look to tell her not to talk, which made her even more puzzled.

Mom, I'm in more pain, Mark.Murray put his head in his hands and told Colette that he was lying on the bed in the bedroom on the third floor of Kenshan Murray's house, and he felt pressure on the fundus of the eyes and the Eustachian tube when he moved a little.The accurate and clear medical terms come from the mouth of a child who is only two and a half years old, which is surprising. Does it hurt more than before dinner?Colette asked. Yes.Mark said. Take your temperature again.Colette shoved a thermometer into his mouth as she spoke, hoping it was just a sign of a fever or flu.Half an hour after her husband, Horace, picked up his son from Genetics Kindergarten, he began to complain of a headache, saying he was not hungry, and then sweated profusely. A few minutes later, he vomited. Colette hurriedly carried him to bed.

They decided to have a child after three years of marriage. After a year of unsuccessful efforts, they went to the hospital for an examination and found out that Colette was infertile, so they had to borrow their belly to conceive.At that time, in order to get Mark back, it took a lot of trouble to fight a long lawsuit before it was successful. Colette took out the thermometer from Mark's mouth and saw that her body temperature was normal. She breathed a sigh of relief: Are you hungry?Want to drink water? Mark shook his head and said: My vision is starting to blur. Her heart tightened, and she reached out to look into Mark's eyes: good boy, stay still.I'll talk to your dad about it.

Colette hurried downstairs and found Horace in the study who was watching a basketball game on a miniature TV. She suppressed her anger and said loudly: His condition is getting worse and his vision is blurred. I think he should call a doctor. is it necessary?asked Horace. It was Sunday night. As soon as the words fell, there was a heart-piercing scream from upstairs, and the two of them rushed out of the study room almost at the same time. On the bed, Mark curled up in a ball and screamed hysterically, and Colette rushed to make a phone call.Horace stepped forward and hugged his son's shoulders, and it took a lot of effort to keep Mark from rolling off.

The screaming stopped suddenly, and Mark lay still, his eyes closed, his small hands pressed against his temples. mark.Horace called softly. The son's hands were loose, and he opened his blue eyes and looked up at his father dully, slurring his voice and speaking incoherently. Martha sat at the dressing table, looked at Victor in the dressing mirror, but thought about the swimming pool. Victor!she exclaimed suddenly.Didn't you realize that VJ deliberately lost to you in today's game? nonsense!Victor said angrily. To the bystanders, what he did was not at all like an ordinary ten-year-old kid.It doesn't matter to you, I'm not afraid.When his IQ declines and stabilizes at the level of a normal child, I feel at ease. I just hope to have a happy and normal son.She said with tears in her eyes and added, choked up, like David. Victor hurried forward and put his arms around his wife to comfort him: Don't worry, VJ is a child. Maybe I'd left him with Janice for so long when I was a kid that it made him behave strangely.She fought back tears, I shouldn't have been working. Don't blame yourself too much.Victor said, let alone safe and sound. Well, Martha sighed, acting erratically, maybe once or twice, but it wasn't.He is not like a ten-year-old child. He is secretive, mature in thinking, and some of his actions are frightening.She said sobbing. Victor tried to stay as close to his wife as possible, and the same fears he felt when his son was born returned to him.He wants his son to be outstanding, not a precocious little adult who makes people unpredictable.