The Master’s Mask Unveiled Again
Chapter 813 - 812 Can You See Me?

Chapter 813: Chapter 812 Can You See Me?

Fu Yu’s eye surgery stitches were being removed, akin to a ribbon-cutting ceremony at a mall, attracting many onlookers.

Moreover, Du Changyi brought interns to observe, claiming it was a chance to learn advanced techniques and enhance the students’ experience. In reality, however, each person wore a look of schadenfreude.

Lu Mian had been feeling low since the morning, quite disliking that her uncle was the subject of gawking and gossip.

Xiao Qimo directly had Mo Nie and Ye Jinwen drive all unrelated people away.

Ye Zhongjing was busy and couldn’t come; Ya Ling eventually asked Du Changyi to stay in the ward for convenience during the check-up.

Outside the ward, the interns brought by Du Changyi could only wait regretfully in the hallway, missing out on witnessing Ya Ling’s failure.

The center of attention, Ya Ling, was very nervous.

Fu Yu was nervous, too.

Even Lu Mian, in silence, clenched a corner of Xiao Qimo’s clothing, twisting the fabric so tightly that it became damp with sweat.

"Then I’m starting now," Ya Ling took a deep breath.

Fu Yu sat on the hospital bed, involuntarily seizing the bedsheet, "Doctor Ya, please begin."

The suture removal was swift; Ya Ling deftly unwrapped the bandage layer by layer until finally, everything was removed.

"Mr. Fu, do you feel any discomfort?"

Fu Yu gently shook his head.

"Then you can try to slowly open your eyes now."

Under Ya Ling’s guidance, Fu Yu slowly moved his eyelids.

The ward was so quiet that even the sound of a pin dropping could be heard.

Suddenly, a "rip" sound made everyone abruptly turn their gaze towards Xiao Qimo and Lu Mian.

Lost in thought, Lu Mian looked down at the piece of cloth in her hand...

She had torn it to shreds.

Everyone: ...

How strong must her grip have been?

Ye Jinwen, with a trembling heart, stood a little farther away from Lu Mian.

Ya Ling instantly felt as though she was being grabbed by the nape of her fate; if she messed up Fu Yu’s treatment, would she meet the same fate as that piece of cloth...?

Xiao Qimo then purposefully changed angles and stuffed another corner of his clothing into Lu Mian’s hands, gently hugging her shoulders.

A silent comfort.

Lu Mian, a bit embarrassed, lowered her eyelashes.

As she looked up again, she heard a familiar yet uncertain voice by her ear.

"Mianmian?"

Lu Mian turned her gaze towards Fu Yu on the bed.

Fu Yu, with his eyes half-open, stared intently at her.

In his eyes, warm and lustrous as jade, there was no longer any dimness or disorientation, only precise and certain focus on her.

A tightness gripped Lu Mian’s heart, "Uncle? How do you feel?"

Fu Yu shielded his eyes from the light for a moment, then said with a light and vibrant voice, "You really are an extremely beautiful child."

"..."

Lu Mian paused for quite some time.

"You... you can see?" Her voice trembled slightly, and with a little more strength in her hand, a "rip" sound followed, and she tore another piece of Xiao Qimo’s clothing.

Xiao Qimo: ...

Fu Yu smiled slightly and nodded emphatically.

"I can see, very clearly."

With his affirmation, cheers and a round of applause erupted in the ward.

"It was a success!"

"The surgery was successful!"

"Ye Jinwen, did you hear that? I did it!"

No one was more excited than Ya Ling, nor could anyone empathize with the pressure she felt in her heart.

At this moment, Ya Ling felt she was the happiest person in the world.

She couldn’t stop shouting Ye Jinwen’s name, excitedly spinning in place.

Ye Jinwen’s eyes rimmed with red, his baby face bearing a maturity and steadiness that didn’t belong to him, as he opened his arms toward Ya Ling.

He knew, at this moment, Ya Ling needed a hug.

Come here, baby!

Ya Ling paused, wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, and walked toward Ye Jinwen without looking back.

The next second, she eagerly and impatiently hugged Lu Mian at his side.

Ye Jinwen’s arms hung stiff in midair, beginning to lose control of his expression.

Ya Ling’s voice came to his ears.

"Mian brother, I’m so happy... sob sob sob, quickly praise me! Hug me!" Ya Ling’s voice was slightly choked.

Lu Mian dropped the two pieces of broken fabric in her hands and hugged Ya Ling back, patting her back as if consoling a child.

"My Ya Ling is the best," Lu Mian’s tone was gentle.

Being tall herself, she possessed a boyfriend’s strength when holding Ya Ling.

Ya Ling, usually dressed in a white lab coat and with a mannish style, now appeared delicate and dependent, nestled on Lu Mian’s shoulder, sniffling and sobbing.

Ye Jinwen’s hands trembled slightly before he slowly retracted them, hugging himself with a pang of heartache.

He truly embraced loneliness itself.

Looking up, he saw Qimo beside him, his clothing sacrificed and his complexion as black as the bottom of a pot, which brought a sense of balance to his heart.

"Qimo, how about... we hug?"

Xiao Qimo squeezed out a silent mouth shape through clenched teeth: Get lost.

Ye Jinwen could only once again hug himself.

Lu Mian comforted Ya Ling for a moment until her mood stabilized, and quickly helped Fu Yu with the follow-up examination.

Ya Ling hurriedly pushed Du Changyi in front of the hospital bed, "Doctor Du, please check on Mr. Fu."

Fu Yu sat obediently.

However, Du Changyi seemed to have lost his soul, still not recovered from the shock.

"Doctor Du?" Ya Ling called him several times.

Finally, Du Changyi came around, "Oh, I’m coming now."

He approached Fu Yu, carefully examined him, and gently pressed around Fu Yu’s eye sockets with the tip of his fingers.

"Does it hurt?"

"It doesn’t hurt."

In the end, Du Changyi took out a small flashlight from his pocket, "If you feel uncomfortable, tell me immediately."

After Du Changyi’s examination, it was confirmed that Fu Yu had indeed recovered his vision. Du Changyi even used a book of paintings for Fu Yu to recognize, and Fu Yu saw everything clearly.

As for the condition inside the eyeball, further tests at the laboratory department were needed.

But with Du Changyi’s many years of experience in ophthalmology, he knew: Fu Yu succeeded, Ya Ling succeeded.

"I will prescribe a few tests for Mr. Fu, and if everything is normal after the examination, then it’s completely fine," Du Changyi said with a somewhat vacant voice, absent-mindedly concluding the diagnosis.

Ya Ling smiled and sent him out of the ward.

Outside the hospital room.

The interns saw Du Changyi come out and hurried to meet him. They waited until a safe distance from the ward before they began chattering.

"Teacher, how is it? It sounded like there was applause inside, did it succeed?"

With heavy footsteps, Du Changyi replied weakly: "Yes, the surgery was a success."

He should have been happy about the patient’s successful surgery, but he just couldn’t bring himself to rejoice over this particular operation...

The interns looked at each other.

"Even if it was a success, it’s only a slight improvement. Mr. Fu originally only had 20% vision, at best it would have recovered to 50 or 60% after the surgery."

"Right. A successful surgery doesn’t mean the patient can see perfectly, it just means the eyeball doesn’t have to be removed."

At the mention of eyeball removal, Du Changyi’s heart shuddered violently.

He had been the one urging Fu Yu to remove the eyeball.

Complete blindness or full recovery depended on a single thought...

His voice grew dull, "Currently, the patient’s vision has recovered to... 90%."