Chapter 95 Part 1
Zheng Feiran was taken aback. Afraid of seeing ghosts?
Of course, he was! Any living person would be!
But… he also wanted to see the ghost that stole his sight, caused him so much pain! He had to remember its face, even after death, he would have his revenge!
What use were apologies? What he wanted was gone, forever.
His voice filled with suppressed rage, “I’m not afraid. I can see ghosts.”
Wu Heng ran his finger across the blade, the recently used knife, tainted with Yin qi, now even sharper, this would be a clean cut, “I mean… always seeing them, constantly, not just once, would you be afraid?”
This was different.
Ordinary people shouldn’t be exposed to the spirit world constantly, detrimental to their mental and physical health. Even a single encounter could cause illness, for those with weaker constitutions, repeated exposure could lead to a mental breakdown.
Zheng Feiran’s heart pounded, a sudden realization dawning.
[Doctor Wu, you wouldn’t… Yes! Take its eyes!]
[A blessing in disguise? With the supernatural resurgence, seeing ghosts is an advantage, right?]
[That’s nonsense. Practitioners of the occult suffer from the “five hindrances and three calamities,” lack of money at best, their entire family dying at worst. Even with the current situation, I wouldn’t want this, no family, no loved ones, all for a pair of eyes.]
Zheng Feiran’s family was important to him, and he immediately thought of them.
Wu Heng, seeing his hesitation, his internal struggle, said gently, “Don’t overthink it, just consider whether you can accept seeing ghosts for the rest of your life, no regrets.”
After losing his sight, Zheng Feiran dreamt of seeing again, he would pay any price.
Seeing ghosts? A small price to pay.
He gripped the armrests, his voice firm. “I can accept it.”
The ghost, still kowtowing mechanically, *’?’ What?! He couldn’t accept this! What was this shaman doctor doing?
Wu Heng nodded, then, carrying the knife, walked towards the door. “Wait here.”
Lai Jun, following him, hesitated, which assignment to take, higher merit points?
Shi Xuan, standing beside Wu Heng, his voice cold, “Stay in Nan Nuo.”
Lai Jun, without thinking, “Yes, sir!” Then, realizing his mistake, he wanted to slap himself, what yes, sir?!
‘You’re not my boss! Why are you giving me orders?‘ He had been a bully when he was alive!
Shi Xuan said calmly, “Can you travel through wells? I can.”
And he wasn’t giving orders, just a suggestion.
Wu Heng, looking at Shi Xuan’s Yin qi, patted Lai Jun’s lantern and said, “Lai boy, listen to Brother Shi, your future promotion depends on him.”
Lai Jun, hearing “promotion,” couldn’t refuse. Looking at Wu Heng expectantly, ‘Then… can I take this assignment? Don’t let those other Yin messengers steal it.’
Wu Heng nodded, and Lai Jun immediately rushed off to catch up with the police.
“Xiao Heng, going out? Closing the live stream then?” You Jin called out from the doorway, pointing at the phone.
The netizens, hearing this, immediately started protesting, wanting to see more, learning how to deal with ghosts, showering Wu Heng with gifts.
Wu Heng considered it, then told You Jin not to close it, he would handle it later. But You Jin looked troubled. “I don’t know how to… Uncle Wu Su, can you…?”
Wu Su, comfortable in front of the camera, was eager. “Can I connect with Chen Ying? I saw her playing Honor of Kings, she’s really good!”
Wu Heng: “…Get Zhou Yi. And have the two snakes and the fox perform.”
Wu Heng and Shi Xuan, leaving the clinic with the knife, You Jin, remembering the medical kit, rushed out after them, only to see them disappear, “Why didn’t he even take any supplies?”
Zheng Feiran had given his address earlier. Wu Heng quickly calculated the nearest well, about two kilometers, they could cycle there.
“Let’s go,” Wu Heng said.
Just as he stepped onto the well’s edge, Shi Xuan said, “I don’t know the way.”
Wu Heng turned and looked at him incredulously, “You don’t know the way?”
This guy, who traveled through wells with neither a pass nor a spell, just his will, now saying he couldn’t find the way?
“I found Nan Nuo because I was thinking of you when I jumped,” Shi Xuan said calmly, his dark eyes fixed on Wu Heng. “But Zheng Feiran’s studio… I’m not sure.”
A faint blush colored Wu Heng’s cheeks, “Th-then… you…”
Shi Xuan, his intentions clear, extended his hand. “Hold my hand, okay?”
Wu Heng’s face burned, his hand fumbling as he dropped the knife into the well. He immediately grabbed Shi Xuan’s hand and, pulling him, jumped in after it.
In the darkness of the well’s water channels, Shi Xuan’s grip tightened around his hand.
They emerged from a nearly dry well, each getting on a shared bicycle and riding towards Zheng Feiran’s studio.
Wu Heng knew how to ride a bicycle, during the less restrictive years when his father was allowed to visit for the Lunar New Year, Wu Su had bought him one. He was proud of teaching Wu Heng how to ride, just before returning to Beijing.
Wu Heng shared this memory, and Shi Xuan said, “Steward Wu also taught me how to ride.”
In his hazy childhood memories, filled with his father’s conflicting emotions, both wanting to be close yet also pulling away, the little paternal affection he received was from the steward. He hadn’t fallen and learned quickly.
They arrived at the studio and knocked.
Zheng Feiran pressed a button on his phone, and the door unlocked automatically, Wu Heng and Shi Xuan entering.
The barrage comments, still amazed at his speed, now urged him to reprimand the delivery company.
Wu Heng glanced around the studio, his gaze settling on the kowtowing ghost. “Still at it?”
[Still kowtowing? Is it even a malicious ghost? More obedient than my dog.]
[Villains die from talking too much, villains die from showing off in front of the protagonist, running away was clearly the smart move.]
[Doctor Wu is incredible, but the people around him are all so powerful too. That guy, a few words, and the ghost has been kowtowing for hours.]
Ever since they entered, the ghost had been trembling uncontrollably, an instinctive fear gripping it, unable to breathe under the pressure.
‘Can I… stop now? My head hurts… I want to vomit…’ it finally pleaded.
Wu Heng, taking out the butcher’s knife, smiled. “If you vomit, you’ll just be… returning what you stole.”
The ghost shivered. *’?’ What did that mean?! What was he planning?
It was feeling even dizzier now, kowtowing, terrified, trying to understand his words.
Wu Heng glanced at Shi Xuan, who frowned, stepped forward, grabbed the ghost, who immediately went limp, and threw it onto the painting table.
Turning to the anxious Zheng Feiran, Wu Heng said, “Ready? To see ghosts for the rest of your life.”
“Yes. But what are you…?”
Wu Heng, writing runes on the knife with a red marker pen, replied simply, “Organ transplant.”
[Holy crap, he was serious about the eye transplant?! So he’ll be able to see ghosts even if his own eyes are gone?!]
[Eye transplants?! Even modern medicine isn’t at that level yet!]
[This isn’t a live transplant, just transferring a ghost’s eyes. Easier.]
[So happy for him. I was so sad about him losing his sight. Hopefully he recovers.]
[Medical student here, no disinfectant? Anesthesia? Sterile operating room?]
Wu Heng, seeing this, chuckled. “I practice shamanic medicine, not modern medicine. No need for all that.”
The ghost shrieked, ‘You don’t even know what you’re doing! This is malpractice!’
Han Ye, Fan Xuan, Su Chenyu, ignoring their final exams, were watching, along with medical students from various universities, the shaman doctor, who usually prescribed herbs, his first attempt at something so… modern.
“Feiran! Feiran!” His family, having heard the news, rushed in, but it was too late.
Entering, they felt a chill, vaguely seeing a struggling figure.
So that was the ghost?
They turned to Wu Heng, their voices filled with worry. “Doctor Wu, is this… safe?”
An organ transplant, especially eyes, a major operation. Wu Heng had never done this before.
They imagined sterile operating rooms, surgical tools, antiseptic smells, the surgeon in a mask and gown, Wu Heng had none of that, just a single knife that looked like a cleaver, illegal back-alley surgeries were probably more professional.
Wu Heng nodded. “No problem. The eyes were originally his. The ghost just… burnt them, so no rejection issues.”
The ghost, still struggling, cried out. ‘This is inhumane! Or rather… unghostly! I’ll report you to Yama!’
Wu Heng, a cold glint in his eyes, “You report me? And Yama will grind your bones to dust!”
The ghost was terrified, looking at the cleaver, then screamed like a pig being slaughtered, ‘No, not my eyes, please! At least… give me anesthesia!’
Its only request.
You Jin, watching, his face scrunched up in disgust, “Should we burn some… anesthetics for him? Or some herbs with numbing properties?”
Wu Heng, “No need.”
Turning to the camera, he said, “You evil creatures, watch closely, you can cause trouble with your ghostly powers, but there are consequences, a warning,” an eye for an eye.
Didn’t it think about the pain when it took his eyes? So arrogant, thinking its powers allowed it to act with impunity.
