"Xinxin, don’t force yourself, I’ve already gotten used to it..." Gu Qingheng, seeing that Yang Ruxin had been silent for a long time, hurriedly opened his mouth, "You..."
"Gu Qingheng, when I treat your eyes, it will hurt a bit, please bear with it." Yang Ruxin pulled out her hand and pressed her finger on the other party’s temple, interrupting him, "No one wants to get used to the darkness, such beautiful eyes shouldn’t be devoid of spirit."
A warmth surged in Gu Qingheng’s heart instantly. To tell the truth, before his accident he had received many praises, but after the accident, he had faced just as many cold glares and mockeries. Nicknames like ’blind man’ and ’cripple’ had never left him, and those were called out with malice. Only when he met Xinxin did he feel full of goodwill, and even felt admired and adored by someone. How important was that for someone who had given up on life?
Suppressing the bitterness in his heart, Gu Qingheng’s lips curved slightly, "Go ahead and treat me with confidence."
"Gu Qingheng, why do you trust me so much?" Yang Ruxin sighed, feeling the pressure, "Aren’t you afraid that I might ruin your eyes? Yang Dani doesn’t know medical skills."
"If not you, then whom should I trust? Yang Dani might not know, but Xinxin does, right?" Gu Qingheng laughed, "Actually, I also find it very strange. I just feel that if I don’t trust you, then there’s no need to trust myself either. Maybe this is what they call fate?"
"Alright, fate." Yang Ruxin nodded her head, "Don’t talk now." Her words were also a kind of test, and the result...she was satisfied. Look, she had always had good judgment, the man she fancied was quite capable.
And Gu Qingheng really stopped talking.
Yang Ruxin began to dissolve the blood clots with her thoughts, but since she had just started, she didn’t dare to be too aggressive, she just worked on a little bit of it at a time, then slowly moved that bit of blood clot away, watching it flow along with the bloodstream...
Although the process sounded simple, it was actually excruciatingly painful. Just looking at Gu Qingheng, whose complexion had just regained some color, turn pale again, and his whole body was quickly drenched in sweat.
But Gu Qingheng didn’t even hum a sound.
About fifteen minutes later, feeling that the bruise had completely vanished, Yang Ruxin finally took a breath, then sat down on the edge of the kang, so tired.
"You’ve worked hard," Gu Qingheng’s voice was a bit hoarse.
"How do you feel?" Yang Ruxin took out a handkerchief and wiped off Gu Qingheng’s cold sweat, "There was a blood clot pressing on your optic nerve, it needs to be gradually moved away..."
"There’s some tingling, feels like something is tearing," Gu Qingheng smiled, "But now it seems to be somewhat relieved, as if there was something pressing on my eyes before, and now it has lightened..."
"That’s good," Yang Ruxin nodded, "It means it’s working. But it will take time, and I can’t guarantee the final result."
"It’s okay."
"Then get some sleep," Yang Ruxin patted Gu Qingheng’s face, "I’ll be watching over you."
Gu Qingheng then truly closed his eyes, not speaking anymore.
Yang Ruxin leaned on the edge of the kang watching him, realizing, this man was indeed captivating the more one looked. Heihei, how come there isn’t a single flaw on someone’s face? It must be some kind of special favor from the heavens, huh, envy and jealousy won’t do.