Chapter 95

Chapter 95

Zheng Feiran was momentarily unsure of what Wu Heng meant by asking if he was afraid of seeing ghosts.

Afraid! As long as one is alive, who wouldn’t be afraid of seeing ghosts?

But... Zheng Feiran also wanted to see the fierce ghost that had caused him to become blind and suffer for five years! He needed to remember what that ghost looked like, so that even after he died and became a ghost, he would never let it go!

What’s the point of bowing and repenting? What he wanted is gone forever; his eyes have already been burned away.

Zheng Feiran said, each word dripping with rage: "I’m not afraid, I can see ghosts."

Wu Heng ran his fingertip along the blade. The recently used knife, now imbued with yin energy, had become even sharper. This blade would surely do the job well.

"I mean, from now on, you’ll be seeing ghosts and unclean things constantly, not just once in a while. Would that scare you?"

This was actually a different concept.

For ordinary people who don’t dabble in the metaphysical, it’s best not to see ghosts every day; it’s not good for the mind or body. Moreover, the living naturally fear the dead. Seeing a ghost even once could cause a serious illness, and for those with weak wills, seeing too many could lead to a mental breakdown.

Zheng Feiran was stunned, his heart suddenly racing. It seemed he had just realized something.

"Dr. Wu, you’re not thinking what I think you are, are you? Great! Hurry up and gouge out its eyes!"

"Isn’t this a blessing in disguise? With the supernatural resurgence happening now, being able to see unclean things is actually a good thing; it helps avoid a lot of risks."

"Stop talking nonsense. Those in this profession are bound by the heavens’ five misfortunes and three lacks. The minor ones just lack money, the major ones could lead to the death of the entire family. Even with the rise of demons and spirits, I wouldn’t enter this field. I couldn’t bear to be left alone, with my loved ones dying for my sake."

Zheng Feiran had a very close family, and at this moment, he thought of them.

Wu Heng noticed Zheng Feiran’s hesitation and said gently, "Don’t overthink it. Right now, you just need to decide if you can accept seeing ghosts for the rest of your life. Once you make the choice, there’s no turning back."

Since losing his sight, Zheng Feiran had never stopped fantasizing about one day opening his eyes and seeing the world again.

For this, he was willing to pay any price.

Seeing ghosts, that’s all it is!

Zheng Feiran gripped the armrest of his chair tightly and shouted, "I can accept it!"

The fierce ghost, still mechanically kowtowing, wailed while continuing to bow: ‘?’

I can’t accept this! What is this shaman planning to do?

Wu Heng nodded, picked up the knife, and walked outside: "Wait for me."

Lai Yin Chai instinctively followed but then hesitated. Where should he go to work? Which side might yield better results?

Shi Xuan, standing beside Wu Heng, suddenly spoke: "You stay in Nanzhai Village."

Lai Yin Chai responded without thinking: ‘Yes!’

After replying, Lai Yin Chai wanted to slap himself. Why did he say ‘yes’?

‘You’re not my superior, why are you assigning me tasks?’ Lai Yin Chai couldn’t help but retort. After all, he was once the village bully.

Shi Xuan said calmly, "I can pass through the well directly, can you?"

Moreover, he wasn’t assigning tasks to this yin emissary; he was merely making a suggestion.

Wu Heng glanced at Shi Xuan, who was shrouded in yin energy, and suddenly raised his hand to lightly tap the code on Lai Yin Chai's paper lantern, advising, "Lai Wazi, listen to Brother Shi's plan. Who knows, your future promotions and pay raises might hinge on him."

At the mention of promotions and raises, Lai Yin Chai couldn't refuse. He glanced at Wu Heng and said, "Then, can you make sure the credit lands on me? Don't let some unfamiliar local yin emissary swoop in and take the credit."

Wu Heng nodded in agreement, and Lai Yin Chai immediately turned around, lantern in hand, to catch up with the police team.

"Ah? Xiao Heng, are you going out? Then... is the live stream over?" You Jin chased to the door of the clinic and pointed back at the phone set up inside.

The viewers in the live stream chat were going wild, sending messages begging not to end the stream, wanting to see more so they wouldn't panic when encountering ghosts in the future. A bunch of top donors started showering the stream with gifts.

Wu Heng thought for a moment and decided not to end the stream, but You Jin was at a loss. "Ah? Not ending it? I don't know how to do live streaming... Uncle Wu Su, how about you take over?"

Wu Su, unfazed by the spotlight, was eager to chat with the viewers, his eyes shining. "Can we link up with Chen Ying at the same time? I saw she's live streaming her climb in King of Glory."

Wu Heng: "...Get Zhou Yi over here and have the two snakes and a fox put on a show."

Wu Heng, knife in hand, headed with Shi Xuan toward the well at the east end of the village. You Jin remembered the medical kit and rushed to grab it, but by then, the two were already out of sight.

"Ah, Xiao Heng, why didn’t you bring any disinfectant or anesthetic?"

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Zheng Feiran had already provided the address, and Wu Heng calculated that the nearest well to Zheng Feiran's personal studio was about two kilometers away. They could just hop on a shared bike.

Wu Heng said without hesitation, "Let’s go."

Just as one foot stepped onto the edge of the well, Shi Xuan's voice came from behind, "I can't find the way."

Wu Heng stood on the well, turning his head with a "Are you sure?" look, gazing down at Shi Xuan.

Someone who had made it this far without the Dragon King of the well’s pass or knowing the borrowing path, relying solely on willpower, now saying he couldn't find the way?

"I found my way to Nan Nuo Village because I had you in mind when I jumped into the well," Shi Xuan said calmly, his dark eyes following Wu Heng's gaze as he looked up. "But Zheng the Painter's studio, I'm not sure."

Wu Heng’s usually covered skin instantly flushed with a honeyed glow. "Then... then you..."

Shi Xuan didn't hide his intentions, extending his slender, bony hand towards Wu Heng. "So, Dr. Wu, will you take my hand and lead me there?"

Wu Heng’s cheeks flushed hotly, and the knife in his hand slipped into the well, splashing water. Wu Heng immediately grabbed Shi Xuan's hand and pulled him down to retrieve the fallen knife.

In the water, Wu Heng felt his hand gripped tightly, almost painfully so.

A few minutes later, Wu Heng and Shi Xuan jumped out of a nearly dry well, each riding a shared bike toward Zheng Feiran's personal studio.

Wu Heng knew how to ride a bicycle. Back when Shi Xuan wasn’t so intense, he would let Wu Su return to his hometown for the New Year. Wu Su had bought a bike for the then naive Wu Heng, spending about ten days teaching him how to ride it, finally succeeding on the day before returning to Beijing, the Lantern Festival, leaving Wu Su beaming with pride.

Wu Heng, riding the bike, shared this story with Shi Xuan, who recalled, "I also learned to ride a bicycle from Butler Wu."

In his vague childhood memories, his father wanted to be close to him but also despised him. Shi Xuan was tangled in this conflicting emotion, wanting to get closer but fearing the ghostly influence that might bind him.

The scant paternal love he received in his childhood came from that butler, who, like teaching Wu Heng, held onto his children's bike from behind, so he never fell and quickly learned to ride.

They soon pulled up to the entrance of Zheng Feiran’s personal studio, parked their bikes, and knocked on the door.

Zheng Feiran tapped on his phone, and the smart lock automatically opened. Wu Heng and Shi Xuan walked in.

The live stream chat was still buzzing about how Wu Heng had zipped to a neighboring province in just over ten minutes, with some suggesting he should take on the courier industry.

Wu Heng first surveyed the studio, his gaze finally settling on the fierce ghost still kowtowing on the floor. "Still at it?"

"Really still kowtowing? I seriously doubt this is a fierce ghost! It’s more obedient than my dog!"

"Villains die from talking too much or showing off in front of the protagonist. If you’d just run away, nothing would’ve happened?"

"I always thought Dr. Wu was amazing, but it turns out everyone around him is talented too? He also has some skills, making the fierce ghost kowtow hundreds of times in a single sentence."

From the moment these two stepped into the studio, the fierce ghost trembled violently, a deep-seated fear from within taking over its entire being. An invisible pressure made it hard for the ghost to breathe, and it wished it could shrink into a small shrimp.

"Can I stop kowtowing? My head is spinning, and I feel like vomiting," the fierce ghost couldn’t hold back anymore.

Wu Heng pulled out the only butcher knife he brought with him from his pocket, smiling as he said, "If you’re dizzy, then stay dizzy. It’ll hurt less that way."

The fierce ghost shivered all over: '?'

While desperately asking, it didn’t forget to keep kowtowing: "What do you mean? What are you going to do, shaman?"

The combination of kowtowing, emotional outbursts, and talking made the ghost feel even dizzier.

Wu Heng gave Shi Xuan a look, who frowned slightly and stepped forward to lift the ghost up.

The ghost suddenly became docile, the once wildly struggling ghost now meekly curled up like a turtle.

"Have you made up your mind? You’ll be seeing ghosts for the rest of your life." Wu Heng saw Shi Xuan throw the ghost onto the drawing table and then looked at the excited yet terrified Zheng Feiran.

"I’ve made up my mind, but Dr. Wu… what are you going to…?"

Wu Heng picked up a red paintbrush in the studio and wrote a series of runes on the butcher knife, answering briefly with four words: "Organ transplant."

"Ahhh, it’s indeed an organ transplant! Even if my eyes were burned by this fierce ghost, as long as I can accept seeing the yin, I might end up with yin-yang eyes."

"Damn, can eyeballs even be transplanted? Global medical science hasn’t achieved that yet, but Wu Heng can do it!"

"No problem, it’s a posthumous organ transplant. The fierce ghost is already dead, so it’s straightforward."

"That’s great. I’d been really sad for Mr. Zheng for a long time."

"Medical student here, just wondering—no disinfection, no anesthesia, no sterile operating room?"

Wu Heng saw this comment and smiled, "Well, I studied shamanic medicine. I only know a bit about modern medicine, so I’ll skip all that."

The fierce ghost screamed in terror: "You don’t understand! Don’t mess around—you’re recklessly taking a ghost’s life!"

Despite finals week, Han Ye, Fan Xuan, Su Chenyu, and others rushed to the live stream, along with teachers and students from major medical schools.

This shaman, who’d only used traditional Chinese medicine for exorcism, is now stepping into modern medicine for the first time.

"Feiran! Feiran!" came frantic shouts from outside the studio. Zheng Feiran’s family, having received the news, rushed over as soon as possible but were still a few minutes late.

As they entered the studio, an eerie chill hit them, and squinting, they could barely make out a strange, struggling figure.

Was that the fierce ghost that had harmed their son?

The Zheng family looked at Wu Heng with concern: "Dr. Wu, are you… going to be alright?"

An organ transplant—eyes, no less—this should count as major surgery. Online info says Dr. Wu’s never performed surgery before.

They pictured modern surgery with cold instruments, disinfectant smells, and fully equipped doctors, but Wu Heng had nothing prepared.

Not even a scalpel—just one knife, and it looks like a butcher knife. Even illegal transplants on the high seas aren’t this reckless.

Wu Heng nodded, "No big deal. These eyes were the patient’s, just turned into yin objects by the ghost. Transplanting them back won’t cause rejection."

The fierce ghost was still struggling on the painting table, crying out, "This is so inhumane—no, unghostly! I’ll report this to Yanjun!"

Wu Heng glanced coldly, "Behave. If you complain to Yanjun, he’ll grind your bones to dust."

The fierce ghost was truly terrified, staring at the butcher knife in Wu Heng’s hand with real fear. It squealed like a pig at the slaughter, "No, don’t gouge out my eyeballs… at least numb me first!"

Its demands couldn’t get any lower.

You Jin, watching from the other side, couldn’t help but frown and suggest, "Why not use some anesthesia or something?"

Wu Heng said, "No anesthesia."

Wu Heng turned to the camera and said, "All you troublemaking spirits, pay attention."

Use your ghostly powers to wreak havoc, but be ready to face the heavens’ judgment.

Kill the chicken to scare the monkeys.

Scared of pain? Did you care when you gouged out others’ eyes? Just because you have some ghostly power, you dare to do whatever you want.

Wu Heng raised the butcher knife in his hand. The knife, freshly stained with human blood, was brimming with yin energy. As it came down, the fierce ghost let out a pig-like howl of pain.

The strike was excruciating, leaving the ghost writhing in agony.

The viewers couldn’t see the ghost, but they could see the horrified faces of those present.

Wu Su and the others watched in shock at Wu Heng’s brutal precision.

Wu Su was quite pleased. He thought leaving the Shi family meant no more underworld games. But Shi Xuan lived in the clinic, and the clinic was filled with yin energy neutralized by Wu Heng. He could still see ghosts and even play games.

His son’s knife skills were ruthless, though not as smooth as Old Luo’s pig slaughtering.

The Zheng family felt a mix of fear and relief. Over the past five years, Feiran had suffered so much pain, and now it was time for the fierce ghost to taste some of it. Feiran’s suffering was far worse than this single strike—this was barely a fraction of it.

Wu Heng easily removed a pair of yin energy-filled eyeballs. He pulled over the trembling Zheng Feiran. "Come."

Feiran felt Wu Heng’s warm hand gently rest on his shriveled eye sockets. A cool sensation spread through his eye sockets, like something being pushed back in, leaving them slightly swollen and sore.

When Wu Heng’s hand moved away from Feiran’s eyes, Feiran heard Wu Heng’s gentle voice, "Open your eyes."

Feiran slowly opened his eyes, and the darkness gave way to light. The studio’s overhead light stung his eyes, making them water.

He blinked and saw familiar faces. Although somewhat blurry, he could still see his mother silently crying in his father’s arms, and his sister supporting his grandparents, all with reddened eyes.

Feiran whispered in disbelief, "I… I can see?"

He’d thought he’d never see them again, that their faces were lost to memory.

And… the fierce ghost on the painting table, writhing in pain and screaming, its exposed skin deathly pale without any blood color. When it sat up in pain, it revealed its hollow, eyeless dead face.

Feiran froze, holding his breath, and instinctively stepped back.

For the first time in his twenty-five years, he was truly seeing a ghost! He could even see the dark waves of yin energy radiating from the ghost, a chilling sight.

Seeing Feiran startled, Wu Heng comforted him, "You’ll get used to it."

Feiran nodded mechanically. He didn’t dare to look at the fierce ghost again and couldn’t help but take a mirror from his sister. He once again saw his own face and the eyes in his eye sockets.

They weren’t the eyes he remembered. His pupils were now crimson, like colored contacts, giving him an almost exotic look.

"The world's first eye transplant succeeded? In just ten minutes!"

"Congratulations to our artist Zheng Feiran, who can see the world again!"

"Not only can he see our world, but he can also see another world, dog head.jpg."

Zheng Feiran gently touched his eyes, feeling the movement of the eyeballs beneath his eyelids. Curiously, he looked around with his new eyes, no longer content with just the studio. He couldn't help but walk to the window, push it open, and look outside.

Seeing the scene on the street outside, Zheng Feiran couldn't help but exclaim, "Holy...!"

A ghost, hearing the living person's exclamation, turned its head in confusion towards Zheng Feiran and asked suspiciously, "You can see me?"

Zheng Feiran's gaze immediately shifted, looking up at the moon, "Wow, the moon is huge."

The ghost then drifted away.

Zheng Feiran bought this place as his personal studio primarily for its quietness, ensuring no disturbances.

But now, looking outside, it was anything but quiet—it was bustling.

He could see ghosts heading towards the underworld, some riding horses or donkeys, two ghosts arguing because their paper horses' tails had tangled, small dogs and cats running wildly ahead, and an old ghost carrying a wreath floating leisurely, bustling like a country fair.

How is this quiet?! The street outside was teeming with ghosts.

But still... it was quite lively.

The Zheng family turned pale with fear, knowing from their son's expression that there were ghosts outside, and quite a few of them!

Though somewhat blurry, Zheng Feiran squinted to see them more clearly.

At that moment, Zheng Feiran felt an itch in his hands, suddenly struck by a creative urge.

In his life, he had painted mountains, waters, flowers, and birds, but never the underworld! Here was his new creative material.

Why fear?

He would have endless inspiration for future creations.

Wu Su couldn't contain his excitement, "Finally, someone like me!"

Wu Heng, standing by, asked with a smile, "How is it? Are you adjusting well to your Yin-Yang eyes?"

"Yes! I want... I want to create a long scroll of the ghost city for my art show," Zheng Feiran said with immense excitement.

"Don't mention it, I really want to see it. If it's exhibited, I'll definitely go to support... after all, apart from those in the metaphysical field, ordinary people rarely see ghosts."

"Artist Zheng could even work at the police department's special affairs division. They're in dire need of talents like you who can see ghosts and paint, directly serving the state."

"...I was worried that Artist Zheng might be scared of seeing ghosts every day, but instead, he's starting to create with it. Truly an artist's spirit."

Wu Heng simply sat down at the painting desk, took Zheng Feiran's brush, wrote a letter, then took out a small black stone seal given by Shi Xuan from his pocket and stamped it.

There were still no words, but that didn't matter.

Wu Heng handed the letter to Zheng's father, "This letter is my declaration to the underworld, stating that Artist Zheng's opening of the Yin eyes is to reclaim his own organ, which won't bring the five misfortunes and three lacks to your family."

The Zheng family breathed a sigh of relief. Dr. Wu, though just eighteen and newly an adult, was very meticulous.

Only Zheng's mother was still worried, "Dr. Wu, since these eyes were reclaimed from ghosts, could he be harmed by them?"

Recently, major media outlets have been reporting cases of ghosts and demons causing harm to people. Now that our son suddenly possesses the ability to see spirits, but he is not a Master Liu and lacks self-protection abilities, could he be harmed by ghosts and demons?

Wu Heng shook his head and said, "No, these eyes were taken from the sockets of a fierce ghost. The lesser ghosts know they come from a fierce ghost and dare not mess around."

These eyes had been in the sockets of the fierce ghost for five years, already tainted with its ferocious aura. Ghosts and demons are also creatures that judge people by their appearance; when they encounter a fierce ghost, they run faster than anyone else.

The Zheng family was both shocked and delighted. So, Zheng Feiran has turned misfortune into fortune and gained protection instead?

You should know that with the current resurgence of the supernatural, even walking the dog can lead to encounters with evil. These eyes have instead become a talisman? The ghosts and demons on the road will avoid Zheng Feiran when they see him? Great!

"So, Zheng the painter won't need to drink exorcism potions every now and then, nor beg for talismans from Master Lius? How much money and effort will that save?"

"Can this be considered compensation for Zheng the painter's years of blindness? Suffering in blindness for five years, someone with a less firm disposition might have already been gone."

"For a moment, I don't know whether to sympathize with Zheng the painter's plight or envy his adventure. He has gained these eyes, and it won't burden the whole family, and the entire family can also be protected."

"So whether as a human or a ghost, do not commit evil deeds, for retribution will come when the time is right. Enjoyed gouging out someone's eyeballs, didn't you? Dr. Wu will take your eyeballs without anesthesia!"

"Stop shouting, you're very noisy." Shi Xuan saw Wu Heng frowning and gently rubbing his ears, immediately scolding the fierce ghost.

It had been screaming non-stop since they came in, really disturbing the peace.

The fierce ghost covered its hollow eye sockets, which were still leaking yin energy, trembling in pain, but was instantly silenced by Shi Xuan's words, only able to curl up in the corner holding its legs.

Wu Heng, after all, was performing surgery on a patient for the first time and asked with concern, "Is there any other discomfort?"

Zheng Feiran showed a hint of hesitation on his face, feeling perhaps his request was too much, and only spoke after being urged by his parents, "When I lost my eyes five years ago, my vision was 5.0, but now it's... quite blurry."

Just now, when I opened the window, the distant ghosts and demons looked like a blur of mosaics.

Back then, although not with superhuman vision of 5.3, he still had 5.0.

Wu Heng looked at Zheng Feiran's eyes and said, "You've become nearsighted."

Zheng Feiran was already more than satisfied to see the world again, nearsightedness is fine, he can just get a pair of glasses tomorrow.

Over there, Zhou Yi adjusted the thick black-framed glasses on his nose, already accustomed to high myopia, after all, he's not blind yet.

Wu Heng kicked the fierce ghost and asked, "How did you make his eyes nearsighted?"

The fierce ghost dared not say it often watched borderline videos, only whimpering, 'I, I just got eyes and became addicted to playing games, just a little bit addicted, so I became nearsighted.'

Wu Heng was at a loss for words, this is not just a little bit addicted, being so nearsighted, can it still be just a little bit addicted? It's true that one doesn't cherish what isn't theirs.

Over at the live broadcast, Wu Su suddenly sounded the alarm, urgently asking, "Wait, what's your game ID in the Underworld King?"

Not many ghosts can play the underworld games, it's easy to meet familiar ghosts on the same ghost network.

The fierce ghost didn't quite understand but knew it wasn't the time to act up, honestly reporting its game ID.

Wu Su slammed the table in anger, shouting, "Xiao Heng, avenge your dad, this guy once called me a dead elementary student in the Underworld King and reported me for AFK!"

The fierce ghost, hearing Wu Su's ID, also flared up, 'Don't think just because you have a shaman son you can tattle at will. To be fair, if you're bad, just practice more!'