Chapter 45 Wang Zheng's Eyes

Beast? This description seems quite fitting. The vast city of Mante is a steel jungle, thanks to the wicked cybernetic humans. Ling Qiu has never felt like he has lived like a normal person.

But not all cyborgs are evil; there are still many good people, like Lululan, Ron, Aunt Jo, and Wang Zheng...

Ling Qiu looked at Cyrus's back and asked, "Cyrus, have you been to Earth before? This isn't your first time in the human world, is it?"

“A long time ago.” Cyrus didn’t think there was anything to hide. “When human civilization was just beginning to rise, it was the best time to spread our faith. We also need believers. Without believers, even God would perish.”

Ling Qiu was taken aback. "You mean, there are still people in this world who believe in you?"

“What, is it unbelievable?” said Cyrus. “Or do you think I’m not worthy of being worshipped?”

Ling Qiu thought of the temple and Cyrus's abilities. If he could truly receive the favor of the gods and have his wish fulfilled, he would indeed have a large number of believers, since there would be tangible rewards.

"If you have no followers, will you disappear?" Ling Qiu asked. "Can you see how many of your followers you have left?"

“There aren’t many left,” Cyrus said. “Maybe I’ll disappear when they’re all dead.”

"Isn't there any other way to remedy this? Maybe some publicity or something?" Ling Qiu pressed. She thought Cyrus was wonderful and didn't want him to disappear at all.

Dinner was ready. Cyrus turned to look at her, serving her soup as he said, “Yes, if I have a bride, theoretically I will have a believer who will never die, so he will continue to exist.”

Ling Qiu suddenly realized: "So this is why you came to Earth. Is it because you don't have many believers left and you're looking for a way to achieve immortality?"

How to put it? Cyrus thought that He did come with that purpose to some extent, but to be honest, He had lived long enough, so long that He didn’t even know how many years it had been. When life is too long, the desire to survive is not so strong.

Rather than saying He came seeking eternal life, it would be more accurate to say He came to try his luck and have some fun, and He wasn't that concerned about the outcome of the whole affair.

For the ancient gods, extinction meant slumber.

“My wish is not immortality,” Cyrus said.

Ling Qiu didn't understand this topic because she was never meant to be immortal. When Cyrus told her that becoming His bride would grant her immortality, did she feel any anticipation or longing? It seemed not.

After finishing her meal, Ling Qiu decided to go downstairs to check on Wang Zheng. She thought he looked terrible and wondered how he was doing and if he had arrived home safely.

After taking the elevator to the third floor, Ling Qiu tried knocking on Wang Zheng's door. The first time she knocked, there was no response. She knocked a second time, but there was still no response.

Ling Qiu was not discouraged and knocked a third time. If the door still didn't open this time, she might have to go outside to look for it, as Wang Zheng might not have come home yet.

"Who is it?" Wang Zheng's voice finally rang out from inside the door.

“It’s me,” Ling Qiu said. “I have something to discuss with you, Wang Zheng.”

There was a moment of silence on the other end, then someone said, "I'm not feeling well, let's do it another day."

Ling Qiu: "I'll just say a few words and then leave."

Wang Zheng still refused to open the door: "That's fine, just say it like that."

Ling Qiu remained silent for a while, then had to find another way to get Wang Zheng's door open.

"You still owe me 40,000," Ling Qiu said. "What do you mean by hiding from me now? Aren't you going to pay me back? Open the door!"

Her voice hardened slightly, and after speaking, she pressed her ear against the door to listen. There was a rustling sound inside, and a few minutes later, the door was slowly opened.

Ling Qiu saw Wang Zheng, who was wearing sunglasses that completely covered his eyes, and he looked disheveled and dejected.

As they faced each other, she thought that Wang Zheng probably couldn't see her now either; he couldn't even go to the doctor alone or go to work alone.

"It's a little past five in the afternoon..."

As soon as Ling Qiu finished speaking, Wang Zheng knelt down in front of her with a thud.

Ling Qiu was stunned.

"I'm sorry... I'm so sorry I can't pay you back in the short term, I'm so sorry..."

Ling Qiu asked calmly, "What happened, Wang Zheng?"

Wang was trembling. Without his eyes, Ling Qiu couldn't directly sense his emotions, but his twitching face still showed that he was in great pain.

"...I...I was fired from the company," Wang Zheng said in a low voice, and Ling Qiu could even hear the sob in his voice.

Ling Qiu remembered that Wang Zheng worked for a small, unknown company. Being fired from such a company didn't have any ripple effects; he could still apply for jobs at other companies.

"So what? Your boss at that company was a jerk anyway, you might as well switch to another one." Ling Qiu wasn't good at comforting people, but that was really what she thought. She knew that Wang Zheng was often bullied at work because of his personality, which was workplace bullying.

Wang Zheng shook his head and remained silent.

Ling Qiu knew what his main problem was. She glanced at her digital watch and continued the previous topic: "It's a little past five in the afternoon, and the prosthetic doctors in the city center stay open until nine. Let's go, I'll take you to get your eyes checked."

Clearly, Wang Zheng paused. He suddenly looked up at Ling Qiu, as if he didn't understand why she knew about his eyes.

But he quickly realized, yes, at that time and place, who else but Ling Qiu would pick up the eyes of this inexplicable person?

"No...I..." He wanted to refuse again; he didn't want to trouble Ling Qiu.

“Come on, don’t be afraid. Your rights have been violated, and you have the right to defend yourself. That’s only natural,” Ling Qiu said.

“You… but they…” Wang Zheng felt that Ling Qiu’s idea was too naive. Ling Qiu was a free man, but most of the prosthetic doctors had close ties with the company and were backed by gangsters. How could the two of them possibly get justice?

"Let's go." Ling Qiu's voice brooked no refusal. She actually hated meddling in other people's affairs, but she also knew that no one here would lend a helping hand to Wang Zheng except her.

Urged on by Ling Qiu, Wang Zheng reluctantly went out the door, and Ling Qiu easily took his car keys.

“Don’t worry, my boyfriend is here too,” Ling Qiu comforted him. “He’s not a free man.”

Sitting uncomfortably in the back seat, Wang Zheng didn't feel any better after hearing these words.

How could three people possibly do it? If something goes wrong, there will be people watching the cyborg doctor nearby. They can't do anything, and they might even get a severe beating, while Ling Qiu, a free agent...

But he had already said everything he could to refuse, and Ling Qiu wouldn't listen to him.

The address was still recorded in Wang Zheng's car. Ling Qiu located it directly and had Cyrus drive to the city center.

They remained unusually silent the entire way, and an hour later, they arrived at their destination.

Ling Qiu looked up and saw a flashing purplish-red neon sign that read: Dr. Brugge.

"Where did you find out about this doctor? Did he recommend the prosthetic body to you?"

“I found it online myself. They said this doctor is honest and trustworthy…” Wang Zheng didn’t answer Ling Qiu’s second question. He paused and said, “If there’s any argument later, you can leave me alone.”

Ling Qiu chuckled twice and said, "Okay, we'll definitely leave you behind."

They went into the cyborg doctor's clinic together. Perhaps because it was lunchtime, there were few people inside. A burly, bearded black man was sitting in front of a computer, watching a video while shoveling food into his mouth.

"Doctor, we'd like to apply for after-sales service." Ling Qiu got straight to the point, closing the door and locking it from the inside as she spoke.

Seeing this, Brugge simply scratched his head and rolled his eyes as he glanced at Wang Zheng.

"Didn't I tell you already? This kind of advanced prosthetic needs time to integrate. You need to get used to it. You've already paid for it, and this prosthetic is already connected to your nerves. I can't give it back."

“Oh, it’s just too high-end. He doesn’t deserve it. Get him a regular one, the old kind. We don’t want the new one.” Ling Qiu sat down. “We brought the old prosthetic body with us. Here it is. You can exchange it for a regular one for the price of the high-end one. It won’t cost you anything.”

"I already told you this prosthetic body is connected to his..."

"Stop nitpicking, Fatty." Ling Qiu's tone turned cold. "Change it for him. We're here to make you change it. If you can't, we won't leave."

Wang Zheng was stunned. How could they negotiate like this? This…

He couldn't see it, so he didn't know that Ling Qiu had already placed his stun gun on the diagnostic equipment in the room.

"If you know your stuff, you should be able to tell how sharp this knife is. This delicate and fragile instrument can't withstand any rough handling."

Brugge stared at Ling Qiu for a while, then changed his mind: "Okay, I'll change it for him."

"Don't try anything funny," Ling Qiu said. "If there are any more problems with the prosthetic body this time, I won't be so lenient next time."

“Little girl,” Brugge frowned, looking impatient, “I’ve already made an exception for you!”

"You're making it sound like we're being unreasonable. You know perfectly well how the prosthetic body malfunctioned, Dr. Brug. Since we're both sensible people, don't talk to me like that."

"Women are such a hassle," Brugge muttered, rolling his eyes as he made Wang Zheng lie down on the operating chair.

Ling Qiu watched him perform the surgery from the side.

After taking off Wang Zheng's sunglasses, even Bruges was startled. He didn't say anything more and went down to deal with the bloodshot eyes and nerves in Wang Zheng's eyes.

"Someone's here outside."

While waiting, Cyrus whispered to Ling Qiu.

“They’re probably gangsters.” Ling Qiu frowned. “Can you handle these people? If not, we’ll have to find another way to get out.”

“Just a bunch of humans,” Cyrus said.

The surgery lasted an hour. After it was over, Brugge roughly threw the instruments aside and said, "You can go now."

“No,” Ling Qiu said, “we’ve decided to observe for a while longer to see if there will be any adverse reactions.”

Brugge shrugged and continued eating his meal.

Ling Qiu walked up to Wang Zheng and asked, "How do you feel about your eyes?"

"Hmm...it seems like the foreign body sensation and discomfort aren't as severe as before." Wang Zheng's expression was one of surprise and delight; he hadn't expected the matter to be resolved so easily.

He could see, finally he could see, he could see the world clearly, he could see Ling Qiu clearly.

He looked at Ling Qiu, his face flushed, and he awkwardly looked away: "Thank you, Ling Qiu. I will try my best to find a new job and pay you back."

"Hmm," Ling Qiu responded, then opened the locked door.

She expected to see a group of men in black waiting outside, but there was nothing there, just as when they arrived.

Ling Qiu turned around and glanced at Brugge, who was still eating and didn't even look in their direction.

Something's not right...

“You should pay close attention to any changes in your eyes recently. If you feel any discomfort, contact me immediately, and then we’ll come back here,” she emphasized. “Don’t be afraid of the trouble.”

“…I understand, Ling Qiu.” Wang Zheng replied, but his eyes involuntarily drifted to the man next to Ling Qiu.

...What a lucky guy to be with a girl like her.