Ding Huan stepped outside and immediately saw Yan Quan, who had been sitting at the doorway all along.
"Mr. Ding, how is Qu Yi doing?" Yan Quan tried to slow her tone, but her inner anxiety was already evident.
Had it not been for Ding Huan’s instruction not to disturb him while saving Qu Yi, Yan Quan would have entered earlier.
"Qu Yi is fine now; you can go in and see her."
Upon hearing Ding Huan’s words, Yan Quan immediately rushed into the room.
As Ding Huan walked toward the living room, he could still hear Yan Quan’s anxious voice, "Qu Yi, why does your body look like it’s been sliced by a knife?"
"Mom, I’m fine." Qu Yi’s voice sounded somewhat stronger than before.
She didn’t know what was happening to her body, but when Ding Huan had asked her to merge with the Spirit Root Gene Potion, it felt as if she was burning inside, likely leaving some effects from that time.
"Mr. Ding, why don’t you take a break and have some water?" Qu Yonghe came forward to greet him.
Even though he was very eager to see his daughter, he knew that Ding Huan was the life-saving benefactor. He absolutely couldn’t neglect the savior.
Ding Huan waved his hand, "Uncle Qu, can you find a top-notch surgeon, the kind that is very skilled at performing surgeries, capable of doing eye surgeries?"
In fact, eye surgeries nowadays were not as they used to be.
Now, there are corrective potions similar to genetic potions that automatically rectify the correct growth patterns of microvessels. As long as the major vessels are correct, even missing vessels will regenerate.
Thus, eye surgery, in terms of today’s technological level, is only considered minor surgery.
Qu Yonghe was stunned for a moment, then said, "Of course, there is one—Wen Xing. Her surgical skills are ranked among the top five globally."
Wen Xing used to be a coveted surgeon by all major hospitals until the outbreak of genetic beasts. The Qu family rose to fortune with cold weapons, and Wen Xing no longer needed to stay at the hospital, so she simply came back.
Wen Xing? Ding Huan immediately remembered, that Aunt Xing who was always following Qu Yi.
"Good, ask her to prepare. I want her to remove my right eye and give it to Qu Yi. This surgery shouldn’t be difficult," Ding Huan said straight away.
"Ah..."
Qu Yonghe was stunned by Ding Huan’s words.
It took him a while to say incredulously, "Mr. Ding, you, you mean to give your eye to Qu Yi?"
Ding Huan nodded, "Yes, Qu Yi’s eyes likely cannot be recovered, we’ll need to replace them."
"This can’t be done, absolutely not."
Qu Yonghe hurriedly shook his head; his Qu family were not unscrupulous people, and Ding Huan was Qu Yi’s life-saving benefactor. They couldn’t use Ding Huan’s eyes even if Qu Yi’s were no longer working.
After finishing his words, Qu Yonghe seemed to remember something, "Mr. Ding, although my Qu family isn’t particularly wealthy, we could still afford to hire volunteers to obtain eyes for Qu Yi."
Qu Yonghe believed that as long as the Qu family offered enough money, ultimately some people who were about to die would be willing to donate their eyes posthumously.
Ding Huan did not answer but shook his head.
Qu Yonghe became frantic, "Mr. Ding, if we can’t use someone else’s eyes, both I and Qu Yi’s mom can do it. We are her close relatives; there shouldn’t be any rejection..."
"Trust me, just use my eye; using someone else’s won’t do," sighed Ding Huan, adding another line.
He could not explain to Qu Yonghe.
Now that Qu Yi possessed the gene spiritual root, using ordinary people’s eyes would result in two possible outcomes.
First, as Qu Yi advanced in cultivation and her cultivation increased, her ordinary eyes would not be able to participate in the Cycle and would eventually deteriorate.
Second, even if those eyes did not deteriorate, when Qu Yi developed the gene spiritual root, she had no eyes.
This would cause the eyes to not progress with the rest of her body during advancement, very likely staying in the initial state.
He was a Second Level gene cultivator and also possessed a gene spiritual root. Moreover, Qu Yi’s creation of a gene spiritual root involved his own blood, so his eye would certainly not burden Qu Yi.
He had merged an injured recovery gene into Qu Yi. If one of Qu Yi’s eyes was obtained, the other would gradually recover.
Just like him, although he gave an eye to Qu Yi, as long as he cultivated for a while, his eye would grow back as well.
This was the strength of the Divine Beast Bloodline Fire Kirin recovery gene.
In fact, there was another method, which was to replace Qu Yi’s eyes with a volunteer’s before she merged with the gene spiritual root.
However, Ding Huan was certain that even if he did so, the eyes transplanted onto Qu Yi would most likely explode during the merging with the spiritual root gene.
Merging with the gene spiritual root was extremely dangerous; the internal and external burning was intensive, and it would be unexpected if the newly transplanted eyes didn’t have issues.
But that wasn’t the main reason. The main thing was that if Qu Yi underwent the eye transplant and then merged with the gene spiritual root, he would need to wait for at least another year before he could merge the gene spiritual root for Qu Yi. Ding Huan was certain he didn’t have that much time to wait.
Besides these, there was another deep-rooted reason hidden inside Ding Huan; Qu Yi’s eyes were the most perfect, clearest, and purest eyes he had ever seen.
If someone else’s eyes replaced hers, would her eyes still be as clear and pure as before?
He trusted not so much in himself, but he shared a belief with Qu Yi that this world, though ugly, still holds beauty.
"But, but..."
Qu Yonghe said several buts, yet he didn’t manage to articulate a coherent argument.
At that moment, Yan Quan came out. When she heard what Qu Yonghe had relayed, she couldn’t believe what she was seeing in Ding Huan.
Qu Yi was her daughter, and she was willing to exchange her own eyes to let her daughter see again. Even if Ding Huan was her daughter’s lover, he couldn’t go this far.
"Mr. Ding, does it indeed have to be your eyes for Yi Yi?" Yan Quan asked again.
Ding Huan sighed internally. He could feel the kindness of Qu Yonghe and Yan Quan, not wanting to use his eyes for Qu Yi.
It seemed that Qu Yi’s kindness was inherited from her parents. Because of this kindness, he had the opportunity to live another two hundred years in the universe.
"Yes, it really has to be my eyes," Ding Huan confirmed.
After getting Ding Huan’s confirmation, Qu Yonghe could only follow Ding Huan’s instructions and prepare the operating room.
...
It took just three days for the Qu Family to refurbish the operating room.
In those three days, Qu Yi’s vitality had grown considerably, and she was already able to move on her own.
Both Qu Yonghe and Yan Quan were amazed. Mr. Ding’s abilities were truly formidable.
Not only did he bring back someone who was supposed to die, but in just a few days, she had recovered to such an extent. If it weren’t for her eyes not being able to be restored, Qu Yi would have been just like she was before.
"Yi Yi, how do you feel?" Yan Quan asked as she entered Qu Yi’s room, where Qu Fei was chatting with Qu Yi, talking about Ding Huan.
"Mom, I’m much better now. It’s only my eyes that can’t see; my body is very healthy."
Qu Yi was still in a good mood. Although she was blind, she might survive and could cultivate the Cultivation Technique taught by Ding Huan. What could be better than this?
Anyone forcibly merged with unknown genes by the Genetic Alliance and still alive was already more fortunate than they could ever hope for. What more could they demand?
"Yi Yi, today Aunt Xing will perform eye surgery on you. Don’t worry; it’s not a major surgery."
Yan Quan sighed internally. If she were to tell Qu Yi that the donor was Ding Huan, Qu Yi would definitely refuse. She knew her daughter better than anyone.
"Ah…" Qu Yi was stunned; she hadn’t expected her family to find a donor for her eyes so quickly.
She didn’t think too much, only silently thanking the kind person who donated their eyes deep inside her heart.
After all, if it were she who was about to die, she would also give her eyes to someone in need.
"Mom, is Mr. Ding outside?" Qu Yi couldn’t help but ask.
She wasn’t sure if it was psychological.
Previously, she always felt that Ding Huan was unrelated to her, but after he came to rescue her, she suddenly felt as if there was a deep connection between them.
"Mr. Ding is helping with your recovery; rest and heal," Yan Quan replied, her eyes slightly red. She still couldn’t ask if Ding Huan was her daughter’s lover.
...
In the sterile operating room, a slightly drowsy Qu Yi always felt that the others around her seemed to be hiding something from her.
It was just eye surgery, after all; there shouldn’t be anything to hide.
The surgery proceeded normally; when one of Ding Huan’s eyes was removed, hardly any blood was shed.
Despite Wen Xing being a formidable surgeon, she too was astonished.
While Wen Xing was implanting the eye into Qu Yi, Wen Xing’s assistant had already helped Ding Huan bandage his eye.
Ding Huan did not wait for Wen Xing to finish the surgery. He picked up his bag and left the operating room alone.
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He wasn’t needed anymore.
It’s not like Wen Xing was just a top surgical expert; even an ordinary surgeon wouldn’t find this surgery difficult.
He needed to return to Qianluo Mountain to cultivate as soon as possible; his feud with the Genetic Alliance had only just begun.
Despite having killed a bunch of Genetic Alliance members, none were formidable. He hadn’t yet encountered the true powerhouses of the Genetic Alliance.
Next, he needed to peacefully cultivate and strive to improve his own strength.
...
The surgery went just as Ding Huan had anticipated, without any complications.
When Wen Xing turned around after finishing the surgery, she noticed Ding Huan was no longer in his hospital bed.
"Where is Mr. Ding?" Wen Xing quickly asked.
One of the assistants quickly said, "Mr. Ding left, you were in surgery, and Mr. Ding asked me not to disturb you."
"Ah…" Wen Xing hurriedly opened the door.
"How did the surgery go?" Yan Quan, seeing the door open, eagerly asked.
"The surgery was very successful. Where is Mr. Ding? He still needs to recover..." Wen Xing quickly replied.
Beside her, Qu Yonghe sighed, "He left, and I couldn’t possibly keep him here. My Qu family owes him too much."
(Today’s update ends here. Good night, friends! In search of monthly tickets.)