Chapter 392: Suddenly Went Blind

“AHHH!”

An uncontrollable cry of agony burst from deep within Yang Xun’s throat. He abruptly threw his hands up to cover his eyes, his body trembling violently from the excruciating pain.

Zhao Linglong saw crimson liquid seeping through his fingers. One drop, then two, slid down his cheeks and blossomed into shocking red stains on his light-colored T-shirt.

“Xun! Your eyes…” Zhao Linglong’s voice instantly cracked, her face filled with terror and panic. She threw herself in front of him, her hands trembling as she reached out to touch his face, yet too afraid to actually make contact. “How did this happen? P-please don’t scare me…”

Yang Xun clenched his jaw and tried to open his eyes, but everywhere he looked was nothing but a blurry sea of blood. He could feel the warm liquid constantly welling up from his eye sockets, streaming down his cheeks and dripping onto the backs of his hands. Although absorbing Zodiac Origin Qi had caused some adverse reactions in the past, it had never inflicted such severe damage. Feeling as though he were going blind, his heart sank heavily.

However, upon hearing Zhao Linglong’s sobs, he managed to calm himself down. “Don’t be afraid…” he comforted her, his voice hoarse. “Call an ambulance for me, then notify Sun Rao.”

“Okay.” Tears streamed down Zhao Linglong’s face as she dialed the emergency number with trembling fingers.

Over ten minutes later, the wail of an ambulance siren approached from the distance.

Zhao Linglong supported Yang Xun as they walked out of the villa, her tears falling ceaselessly the entire way. She tried desperately to stifle her sobs, tightly clutching his arm as if afraid he would vanish the moment she let go.

After examining Yang Xun’s condition, the emergency doctor frowned deeply. He quickly administered first aid before loading him into the ambulance. Zhao Linglong followed him in and sat by his side, grasping his bloodstained hand.

“Xun, you’ll be fine…” her voice trembled as her tears fell, one by one, onto the back of his hand.

Although Yang Xun’s vision was blurred, he could feel the warmth of her palm. He turned his head slightly and spoke in a gentle tone. “Don’t cry. It’s just a minor injury. It’s nothing.”

Zhao Linglong bit her lip and nodded forcefully, but she couldn’t stop her tears. She didn’t understand what exactly was happening. But last night, they had been intimate, and Yang Xun had extracted the power from her body. Today, his eyes were inexplicably injured. It had to be related to that power.

“Xun, are you hurt because of me?” she asked with a trembling voice, her heart in her throat.

“How could that be? Silly girl, it’s my own doing,” Yang Xun replied without hesitation.

But his quick denial only made Zhao Linglong more certain that it was because of that power.

“It’s all my fault…” Filled with self-blame, she murmured through her sobs, “If I had known this would happen, I would have rather stayed sick forever…”

Though weak, Yang Xun’s voice carried an unquestionable certainty. “It has nothing to do with you. Stop overthinking.”

Zhao Linglong didn’t say another word. She merely clung to his hand like she was holding on for dear life.

The ambulance sped toward the hospital, its siren blaring.

The hospital corridors were filled with the smell of disinfectant, and the pale, harsh lights made one’s eyes sting. Zhao Linglong sat on a plastic chair outside the operating room, her hands clutching the hem of her skirt on her lap so tightly that her knuckles were white. The tear tracks on her face had dried and wet again, over and over, until her eyes were swollen like two walnuts.

After receiving the call, Sun Rao had sped all the way to the hospital. As soon as she walked in, she saw Zhao Linglong sitting in the hallway, silently shedding tears. She hurried over to ask what happened. Later, after hearing the diagnosis in the doctor’s office, she leaned against the wall as if all the bones had been removed from her body.

“Ruptured eyeballs, severe retinal damage…” Sun Rao repeated the doctor’s words, her voice dry. “Can it be cured?”

The doctor pushed his glasses up his nose, his tone carrying a professional caution. “We will do our utmost to repair the damage in surgery, but it’s hard to say right now to what extent his vision can be restored.

“From the current examination results… the chances of recovering his sight are rather slim.”

In plain terms, he was going to be blind.

When Zhao Linglong heard this, she slumped back into her chair as if all her strength had been drained, tears falling silently. She thought of all the happy moments she had shared with Yang Xun, never expecting them to shatter so quickly like frail bubbles.

This was all because of her!

Sun Rao didn’t break down crying like Zhao Linglong, but her expression was extremely grave.

Three hours later, the doors to the operating room finally opened.

The lead surgeon walked out and pulled off his surgical mask, his face showing exhaustion. “The surgery was a success, but the best we can do is maintain his current condition.”

“When will he wake up?” Sun Rao asked, taking a step forward.

“He should wake up once the anesthesia wears off. You can go in and talk to him. Try to help him look on the bright side.”

When the two women walked into the ward, Yang Xun was lying on the hospital bed, his eyes covered in thick layers of gauze. His face was a few shades paler than usual, but his breathing was steady. His lips were pressed slightly together, making him look as though he were in a deep sleep. Seeing his bandaged face, Zhao Linglong couldn’t hold back her tears.

Sensing someone approaching, Yang Xun turned his head, his voice raspy. “Linglong? Sun Rao?”

“I’m here,” Sun Rao replied. She reached out and gently grasped his hand resting on top of the blanket.

“Xun, I’m sorry. Your eyes…” Zhao Linglong said, her voice thick with tears.

Yang Xun knew exactly what she meant. He chuckled softly. “It’s fine. I’m a doctor myself. A little injury like this is nothing.”

He was a Cultivator; there was no way he would be defeated by a minor injury. Previously, he had absorbed the Rabbit Origin Qi, granting him the ability to heal himself. But this time, with his eyes ruined, he couldn’t trigger the self-healing. Furthermore, his body had been exhibiting many strange reactions lately—such as constant dizziness, and the sudden nosebleed when he was about to sleep with Xu Yue.

Strangely, Yang Xun felt calmer inwardly. He turned his attention to the two women. “Don’t tell Yang Cai and Xu Yue the news of my injury for now. They won’t be able to help, and it’ll only make them worry.”

“Okay!” Zhao Linglong and Sun Rao agreed in unison.

Then, Yang Xun turned his head slightly toward Zhao Linglong, his voice softening a bit. “Linglong, could you go buy me something to eat first? I’m a little hungry.”

Seeing that he had a request, Zhao Linglong nodded, turned around, and quickly walked out.

Sun Rao knew that Yang Xun had something to say and had intentionally sent Zhao Linglong away. Therefore, as soon as the ward door clicked shut, she immediately asked, “Ah Xun, what exactly is going on?”

“I can cultivate by absorbing Origin Qi from a woman’s body, but during the refinement process this time, the True Qi inside me suddenly reversed,” Yang Xun said in a deep voice.

On the way to the hospital, he had flipped through the Rejuvenation Medical Scripture in his mind and had already formed a rough guess.

“Some Techniques recorded in ancient texts can cause True Qi to reverse, but I don’t know when I fell victim to one.

“Check me over and see if there’s anything abnormal on my body—like a mark, a pattern, or something similar.”