Chapter 201: Qiao Ying: Blind, no problem; His Grace Lin Cheng;

Chapter 201

With severe injuries on his body, Sack was being held back by the medical staff.

He was so anxious that he yelled loudly: "Get lost, stop blocking me!"

Just as the medical staff were at a loss and about to give the patient a sedative, a cold female voice rang out lightly.

"What's the fuss? Don't you want your hands anymore?"

Sack instantly quieted down and looked up at the door.

"Be quiet in the hospital." Qiao Ying's tone eased up a lot.

Sack looked at the person from head to toe, made sure she was fine, and heaved a long sigh of relief in his heart. As his nerves relaxed, he suddenly felt the pain from his injuries was unbearable. With the doctor's help, he went back to the hospital bed.

After the doctors and nurses left,

Qiao Ying at the door took a step inside, holding onto the door frame.

Her actions were slightly slow.

Seeing her strange behavior, Sack couldn’t help but hold his breath as he looked directly at Qiao Ying’s unfocused eyes.

Qiao Ying's eyes were not looking at Sack, but at the hospital bed.

She was just facing it, not looking at it.

Sack recalled her abnormality when she first entered, walking very slowly, every step seemed to be trying.

All her movements showed unnaturalness.

Sack realized something. His heart tightened instantly as he stared closely at Qiao Ying's seemingly normal beautiful eyes.

"...What's wrong with your eyes?"

Hearing the voice to locate, Qiao Ying’s eyes followed from the hospital bed to Sack’s face. "Oh, I'm blind, no big deal."

She spoke lightly with an easy tone, stating it plainly in one sentence.

Sack was stunned.

The streets were gorgeous and glamorous.

European-style buildings could be seen everywhere.

Dragging his injured body, Sack walked on the outer side of the street, letting Qiao Ying walk on the inner side. He paid attention to the passing vehicles while watching Qiao Ying's footsteps.

The two had just left the hospital.

Sack was badly injured, but his legs could still walk. However, his arms were strained from being hung from the ceiling, which was very uncomfortable. He gave Qiao Ying his less injured arm as a crutch—Qiao Ying held his arm and followed his pace.

Although the two walked slowly, no one could tell that Qiao Ying was blind.

A beautiful and exquisite medieval European carriage barely scraped past Sack, who was injured and less mobile, nearly hitting him.

But now she didn't look older than 18 or 19.

Even if she looked young for her age, he took back what he said. If he had to forcibly explain all these, there would be reasons to find.

However,

"Eye shape can be changed through surgery, but eye expression can't." Lin Cheng seemed to be talking to himself, and seemed to be asking her.

Qiao Ying: "Nonsense, I'm blind now. What kind of eye expression do you want?"

Lin Cheng was stunned for a moment. "Your eyes...?"

He stared at Qiao Ying's eyes, "I said how come you're not looking at me all this time."

Qiao Ying: "Do we have to chat in the middle of a busy street?"

Lin Cheng smiled apologetically. “Get in the car.”

The convoy drove towards the Duke Manor.

"Why didn't you wait for me at the hospital? Or did you want to secretly slip away?" Lin Cheng's indifferent eyes gazed at the fair and beautiful face of the girl.

Although beautiful, there were too many differences from his imagination.

In his imagination, she should have been an exquisite, gorgeous and a little sexy charm. Not this kind of innocent beauty.

Qiao Ying: "If I wanted to sneak away, would you still get to see me?"

Lin Cheng: "You’re right—what’s your name? I said the real name. You should be able to tell now, right?"

"Qiao Ying."

Lin Cheng tasted the name in his mouth. "Qiao, Ying."

He savored it carefully.

He asked again: "What happened to your eyes?"

"I was poisoned."

"I have the best doctors in C Country in my manor."

"They can’t cure it. I can cure myself."

Lin Cheng was quite interested in Qiao Ying’s medical skills. He smiled, "Really amazing."

"Would you like to pet my cat? It was just six months old when it saw you last time. Now it has grown up."

"Meow~"

"It seems to still remember you."

The cat in Lin Cheng's arms was well-kept, exuding the same aristocratic temperament as Lin Cheng, with sea blue eyes staring at Qiao Ying.

Like master, like cat indeed.