X-ray Eyes Little Wild Doctor-Chapter 227 - 222: The Old Eye Mask

Yun Xinyan could tell that it was the sound of an email notification.

She had already told the company staff that for the next seven days, all affairs would be handled by the deputy manager. She had warned that even if the sky were falling, they should not email her and disturb her because she had to accompany Ye Tian on his last journey.

She reached for the detestable phone, vowing to ignore the email no matter who sent it. She was going to shut down her phone and cut herself off from the world right there and then!

However, when she saw the sender’s name on her phone, her delicate body trembled violently.

Yun Xinyan had never been so panicked; she hurriedly opened the email and silently read this special message. Her dim and sorrowful eyes appeared to be ignited by something, suddenly sparkling with spirit.

The message was a scheduled email, and the sender was not someone else, it was Ye Tian himself.

Why would Ye Tian send her an email? Could it be that he was not dead, or had he predicted this day? Yun Xinyan had to read on to find out.

"My dearest wife, when I wrote this email, you were lying in bed asleep in our bedroom. You looked so peaceful and beautiful in sleep, like a princess from a fairy tale."

As Yun Xinyan silently read Ye Tian’s letter, tears streamed down her face.

"You were sleeping so sweetly, wholly unaware that I had secretly gotten out of bed and left our home. I had something to do, something very dangerous, from which I might not return. Please forgive me for keeping it from you. I didn’t tell you, not because you couldn’t handle it, but because I didn’t want you to worry about me."

Reading this, Yun Xinyan felt as if her heart was being torn apart. She cursed herself for sleeping so deeply. If she hadn’t, she could have stopped Ye Tian from leaving, and today’s tragedy might have been averted.

"If I manage to come back alive, I’m sure I will delete this email. But if you’re reading this, then it means that I’m probably already dead. My dearest wife, do not be sad, nor cry, believe that your husband was the best."

The email continued, "Do you remember the rosewood box I brought back from Antarctica? I have hidden it in the living room. Go and find it now; the key is behind the sun visor of the McLaren. Once you open the box, everything will become clear."

That was where Ye Tian’s message ended.

Yun Xinyan quickly stood up, frantic yet hopeful, and went out the door, heading straight to the garage. She opened the door of the McLaren and, sure enough, found the key behind the sun visor.

She clutched the key tightly, as if holding onto life itself, and rushed back into her living room, looking for the rosewood box that Ye Tian had brought back from Antarctica.

But, the living room had been turned into a mourning hall, the coffee table was nowhere to be found, and there was no sign of the rosewood box.

Yun Xinyan was on the verge of crying out in her desperation, searching the transformed living room, still unable to find the rosewood box.

"Where is it, where has it gone!" Yun Xinyan was near madness.

"Young Madam, what’s wrong? What’s missing?" the old housekeeper came down from the second floor.

Yun Xinyan, crazed, rushed over, grabbed her shoulders, and shook her violently, shouting, "Have you seen the rosewood box? The purple one, made of wood, rectangular? It was put in the living room."

The old housekeeper was panicked, scared by Yun Xinyan’s agitation. She was new, having started just the day before, and did not know much about the house, completely unaware of any purple wooden box.

"I really don’t know, madam. Are you sure you didn’t forget where you put it? Think carefully. If it’s in the house, we’ll find it. No strangers have come in these past few days. If all else fails, ask Miss Bai; maybe she knows," the old housekeeper said.

Yun Xinyan suddenly remembered that it was Bai Lan who had tidied the living room. She quickly called Bai Lan and inquired.

"That rosewood box?" Bai Lan said on the phone. Yun Xinyan’s heart was in her throat as Bai Lan continued, "Such a valuable item, I was afraid it might get taken amidst all the chaos at home, so I put it in your bedroom wardrobe for safekeeping."

Yun Xinyan immediately hung up the phone and dashed into the bedroom. She flung open the wardrobe, tossing out a myriad of clothes in a frenzy, and finally, at the bottom of the wardrobe, she saw the wooden box.

She was so agitated she almost cried.

Using the old key to unlock the box, Yun Xinyan stood frozen on the spot. She had expected to find some "Immortal Pill" or "Spirit Talisman" that could resurrect the dead, but the large box was empty.

There were no Immortal Pills, no Spirit Talismans, not even anything of value.

There was just a piece of letter paper, an old eye mask, and dust that had settled over countless years.

Yun Xinyan stood there, the flame of hope in her heart gradually turning cold.

Hesitant, she reached out and picked up the eye mask, which had nothing special about it except for being extremely worn.

Her hope turned to disappointment, and then to despair.

The next second, Yun Xinyan picked up the letter paper, which was covered in copious writing. She recognized this to be Ye Tian’s handwriting.

"My dearest wife, if you’re reading this letter, it means I am dead..."

Tears rolled down Yun Xinyan’s cheeks. Ye Tian had known this day would come, and he wrote her a will and left an eyepatch as a memento. How could she bear such affection?

"Birth, aging, sickness, and death are the natural order of things; no one can avoid them. But I have never believed in fate. A man’s determination can overcome heaven. Why not defy fate and turn it around?"

Yun Xinyan continued reading: "My dearest wife, don’t cry, don’t be sad. This world has no gods, no Immortal Pills that can bring the dead back to life, but you must believe that sincerity can move even metal and stone. As long as we are willing to try, miracles can happen. Do you see the eyepatch in the box? Go on, put it on my eyes. Love you, Ye Tian."

After reading Ye Tian’s will, Yun Xinyan cried until she was a mess of tears. She was full of sorrow, regret, and even more so, touched.

Ye Tian usually didn’t take things seriously, but his words moved her deeply, touched her, and shook her.

Looking at the black eyepatch, Yun Xinyan hesitated. Ye Tian was dead, a widely accepted fact; what good could this eyepatch do? There’s a saying that the dead should be revered, would it not be greatly inappropriate to disturb Ye Tian’s peace now?

Yun Xinyan hesitated.

The clock on the wall ticked on.

"Regardless, this is Ye Tian’s last wish. If I can’t even do this for him, how can I live up to him!"

Without hesitation and without thinking further, Yun Xinyan quietly left the bedroom and once again entered the empty mausoleum. She struggled to lift the lid of the crystal coffin and placed the eyepatch squarely over Ye Tian’s eyes, kissing him deeply, with tears streaming down her face.

After closing the coffin lid in silence, Yun Xinyan sat quietly in front of it, keeping vigil for her beloved, weeping silently, through the night.

As time passed slowly amidst grief, the distraught Yun Xinyan didn’t notice a barely detectable glimmer of light that briefly shone across Ye Tian’s eyes.

In fact, at the moment when the black eyepatch was placed on Ye Tian’s head, a warm and moist flow of warmth emanated from it like dew, slowly seeping into Ye Tian’s eyes.

This warm flow meandered along the optic nerves, into Ye Tian’s brain, and from the central nervous system into all the organs of his body.

Shockingly, this faint warmth began to silently nourish the damaged meridians and tissues wherever it passed.

Originally, the destructive energy from the Crystal Ball had ravaged Ye Tian’s extraordinary meridians and all the organs and tissues in his body.

Now, this faint energy continually flowed out from the eyepatch like a meandering stream, slowly nourishing Ye Tian’s riddled body.

This energy, while faint, had an exceptionally strong healing ability.

The optic nerves, which had been destroyed first, seemed to gain infinite vitality and began the slow process of self-repair and regeneration.

Even more astonishing was that this mysterious energy, initially very weak, grew stronger over time. freёweɓnovel_com

The energy stream grew more robust, accelerating the repair and regeneration of the damaged areas. Ye Tian’s broken body was silently speeding up its healing and recovery.

The pace of healing may have been slow to increase, but it was continuously accelerating, meaning Ye Tian’s body was getting better at an ever-faster rate.

The unassuming black eyepatch quietly released stronger and more abundant flows of energy, integrating into Ye Tian’s body, meandering along his shattered meridians, repairing wherever it went without neglect.

Time passed slowly during the healing.

Four days went by in a flash.

In those four days of silent repair, there were no changes to Ye Tian’s body—he still lay like a cold corpse in the crystal coffin.

However, if a doctor were to examine Ye Tian’s body, they’d be shocked to find that the corpse now had a heartbeat, a pulse, a temperature, and even faint breathing!

That is to say, he was no different from a living person!

Compared to four days earlier, the speed at which the mysterious energy flowed from the black eyepatch had undergone a drastic change.

If the energy from four days ago could be likened to a babbling brook, then now it was a vast ocean.

After four days of growth, doubling over that period, the energy flowing out from the eyepatch per unit of time had reached an astonishingly astronomical figure.

Every moment, endless amounts of energy poured into Ye Tian’s body, transforming it, healing his tissues.

In fact, after four days and nights of continuous repair, Ye Tian’s damaged tissues had mostly healed. The surging mysterious energy was no longer just repairing muscles and bones; it had become a strengthening force.