Ji Chengzhi saw that from this side of the room and was more than a little disappointed. He glanced at the departing figure one last time, and, with no other choice, he reluctantly left.
What he didn’t know was, at the very moment he left, the man who had entered immediately rushed to the bedside, and in an atmosphere so tense that he dared not breathe too loudly, he bent over her head, trembling, and slowly lifted her long-closed eyelids.
This was truly a heart-in-throat moment of tension!
He held his breath, staring unwaveringly at the eyelids he had just lifted...
Just as the silence became so deathly that even the heartbeat seemed to stop, his phone suddenly vibrated. Caught off guard, his fingers trembled, and almost, the woman’s partially opened eyelids below almost closed again.
Who would be calling him at this time?
Regaining his composure from the shock, a surge of anger swiftly rose within him. He took out his phone and swiped it aggressively, speaking irritably, "Hello!"
Unexpectedly, the voice that came from the phone was from a man he had never imagined to hear.
On hearing this voice, he paused for a second before realizing, and his expression gradually calmed down. He looked again at the eyelids he had opened, "What do you want to know?"
"If the pupils, irises, and lenses of her eyes are no longer clear, it means she is starting to respond," he answered a question that hadn’t been asked, speaking in an even and dispassionate tone as if he were talking to someone else.
Ou Mucen looked down earnestly at those pupils...
Indeed, in a normal person’s eyes, the pupils and lenses do not change post-coma; they only roll upwards, indicating a dormant state.
However, the pupils he now saw had lost the clear distinction between the iris and the lens; what remained appeared as if a ballpoint pen had drawn a line on paper that had unintentionally come into contact with water, beginning to blur.
They were very blurred, their shape also becoming unclear!
Seeing this, Ou Mucen’s heart suddenly skipped a beat, "What should we do next?"
The man on the phone, after hearing his question, also paused for quite some time, as if he had been relieved of a heavy burden. He then responded coldly, "You don’t need to do anything. She will eventually dissolve these pupils on her own. I advise you better not look, lest you scare yourself."
As he spoke, his tone became sharp and mocking.
Ou Mucen, unfazed by the emotions, decided to pretend he hadn’t heard any of that. Hearing that he didn’t need to worry and that she would dissolve it on her own, he placed her eyelids back down, "Then how long will it take for her to wake up?"
"That depends on when the other pair of pupils appears. It might take a year at most, or just a few months at the least. What? Are you worried about staying too long and losing patience? Or can’t you afford the expensive injections?"
The tone was sarcastic, as if he couldn’t feel at ease without slandering him a few times.
Ou Mucen listened, without making a sound, and was ready to hang up the phone...