Chapter 95 Part 2
Wu Heng raised the knife, its Yin qi stronger, stained with blood, and with a swift motion, the ghost screamed, a bloodcurdling wail, the pain excruciating, its body convulsing.
The netizens couldn’t see it, but they saw the reactions of those present.
Wu Su and the others flinched at Wu Heng’s ruthless efficiency, no hesitation.
Wu Su was pleased though, he thought he wouldn’t be able to enjoy underworld games after leaving the Shi family. Now, with Shi Xuan here, the clinic filled with Wu Heng’s neutralized Yin qi, not only could he still see ghosts, he could even play games.
His son’s knife skills though… ruthless, yes, but not as smooth as Butcher Luo’s.
The Zheng family was both terrified and relieved, their son had suffered for five years, this was retribution, a single eye wasn’t enough.
Wu Heng effortlessly removed the two Yin qi-infused eyeballs and turned to the trembling Zheng Feiran, “Here.”
Zheng Feiran felt a cold touch on his empty sockets, a strange pressure as if something was being inserted, a slight ache.
“Open your eyes,” Wu Heng’s gentle voice.
Zheng Feiran slowly opened his eyes. The darkness vanished, the bright lights of his studio making him blink, his vision blurry, but he saw them, his mother, sobbing in his father’s arms, his sister supporting his grandparents, their eyes red-rimmed.
He whispered in amazement, “I… I can see?”
He never thought he would see them again, their faces now etched only in his memory.
And… on the painting table, the screaming ghost, its body writhing in pain, its skin deathly white, its empty sockets a horrifying sight.
Zheng Feiran gasped, his breath catching in his throat, and he stumbled backward.
His first time seeing a ghost. And the black fog, its aura, palpable, overwhelming.
Wu Heng, seeing his fear, said calmly, “You’ll get used to it.”
Zheng Feiran nodded numbly, not daring to look at the ghost, taking a mirror from his sister, he saw his own face, and his eyes…
Different now, his pupils crimson red, like colored contacts.
[The world’s first successful eye transplant? In ten minutes?!]
[Congratulations, you can see again!]
[Not just this world, but the other one too!]
He gently touched his eyes, feeling them move beneath his fingers. He looked around, his gaze traveling beyond the studio as he went to the window and looked outside.
Then he gasped. “Holy crap…!”
A ghost, hearing his exclamation, turned, its voice confused, ‘You can see me?’
Zheng Feiran, staring at the moon, “Wow, the moon is so big,”
He had chosen this studio for its quiet location, away from distractions, but now…
He could see them, ghosts going to the underworld, some riding horses, donkeys, even arguing over something, a small dog and cat chasing each other, an old man carrying a wreath, a bustling scene like a marketplace.
Quiet? This was a ghost town.
His family, seeing his expression, his sudden fear, knew what he was seeing, they were also afraid now.
Then Zheng Feiran, a strange excitement, he wanted to paint, having painted landscapes, flowers, birds, he had never painted the underworld, a new source of inspiration.
Why be afraid?
Wu Su couldn’t help but exclaim, “Finally, someone like me!”
Wu Heng smiled, “How is it? Can you handle seeing ghosts?”
“Yes! I… I want to paint… a series on the ghost market,” he said, excited.
[I would love to see that. After all, we don’t get to see real ghosts very often. Except for those practitioners.]
[He can join the Special Events Bureau, they need people with this skill.]
[I thought he would be scared, but he’s embracing it, a true artist.]
Wu Heng sat at his desk, grabbed his brush, wrote something, then took out Shi Xuan’s gift, the black stone seal, and stamped it.
Still no markings, no words.
He handed it to his father. “This is for the underworld, to explain his… condition. It’s not a curse. He’s just reclaiming what belongs to him.”
The Zheng family was relieved. Doctor Wu, just eighteen, had considered everything, their family would be protected from the karmic repercussions.
But his mother was still worried. “Doctor Wu, he got his eyes from a ghost. Is he… safe?”
So many news reports lately about people harmed by vengeful spirits.
Wu Heng shook his head. “No, these eyes belonged to a malicious ghost. The lesser spirits won’t dare to approach.”
The eyes had been with the ghost for five years. Its Yin qi would serve as protection.
The family was relieved and excited, a blessing in disguise, protection in a world increasingly plagued by supernatural beings, a walking ward against evil!
[So no more expensive talismans and rituals? How much money saved?!]
[Is this compensation for his five years of blindness and suffering? Many wouldn’t have survived that.]
[I don’t know whether to sympathize or envy him. Seeing ghosts without any repercussions, his entire family protected.]
[Don’t take others’ eyes! Even without anesthesia, we’ll take yours!]
“Shut up. You’re being noisy,” Shi Xuan said, seeing Wu Heng wince and rub his ear.
The incessant wailing was annoying.
The ghost, clutching its bleeding eye sockets, still leaking Yin qi, shuddered but didn’t dare make a sound, cowering in the corner, its body shaking.
Wu Heng, still slightly concerned about his first “surgery,” asked, “Any other… discomfort?”
Zheng Feiran hesitated, did he dare ask? His parents urged him, and he said softly, “My vision was 20/20 before I lost my sight… Now it’s a bit blurry…”
The ghosts outside looked like blurry pixels.
He hadn’t had perfect vision, but it was good.
Wu Heng looked at his eyes, “You’re nearsighted.”
Zheng Feiran was overjoyed just to be able to see again, nearsightedness was nothing, he could just get glasses tomorrow.
Zhou Yi, pushing his thick glasses up his nose, he was used to it, at least he wasn’t blind.
Wu Heng, nudging the ghost with his foot, “How did you make him nearsighted?”
The ghost didn’t dare admit it was addicted to inappropriate videos. ‘I, I just played games too much, got a little… carried away…’
Wu Su’s alarm bells went off. “Wait, what’s your user ID in the underworld’s Honor of Kings?”
It wasn’t difficult to meet familiar faces in underworld games.
The ghost, not daring to resist, gave it to him.
Wu Su slammed the table, “Xiao Heng, avenge your father! This bastard called me a noob elementary school kid and reported me for being AFK!”
The ghost, recognizing his ID, bristled, ‘Just because you have a shaman doctor son doesn’t mean you can accuse me! If you’re bad at the game, practice!”
