Chapter 846 - 847 Pretending Not to See_1

"You little brat, you finally woke up. Told you not to go out, but would you listen? Now look what’s happened,"

As soon as he awoke, Mu Shaoling berated him.

"Heh heh, Brother Shaoling, don’t be mad, alright? I made it back, didn’t I? And let me tell you, I was awesome—I even fought off a few baddies," he said, afraid to scare Ms. Wang and the others, so he downplayed the killing as just beating someone up. And he was quite pleased with himself for having killed the villains.

"Yeah, you sure are something, aren’t you? You didn’t get injured by the bad guys, but you managed to hurt yourself and not only that, you even fainted. Truly a remarkable achievement," Mu Shaoling said sarcastically.

Following Mu Shaoling’s words, Luo Linhao finally remembered his own injury.

And it wasn’t just any injury, but one on the forehead, which might even leave a scar.

With that thought, he suddenly cried out, "Brother Shaoling, my face, my handsome face! It’s ruined again. A hole sealed, another opened—what have I ever done to deserve this?"

Luo Linhao covered his face with his hands and wailed in agony.

But why did those words sound so strange?

Yang Chuxia couldn’t shake the feeling that her thoughts were somewhat sinful.

"Don’t worry about it, a boy with a few scars is no big deal. You’re not a girl; you shouldn’t mind these things," Ms. Wang consoled him, thinking he was genuinely upset.

"Auntie!" Luo Linhao said with a bitter smile as he looked up, "Boys can be mocked for being disfigured too, you know. Good heavens. Do I have to get bangs like a girl? Brother Shaoling, you have some scar removal ointment, right? I remember you sold it for a hundred taels a bottle in the Capital City. You owe me two bottles!"

Upon hearing this, Yang Chuxia wanted to interject. A scar removal ointment for a hundred taels a bottle, isn’t that like daylight robbery? It’s so expensive; no wonder they say the price of a doctor’s medicine depends totally on their mood.

"Dream on," said Mu Shaoling, listening to his howls and wanting to tease him further, "Even if you didn’t have a scar, how would you be more handsome than me?"

Luo Linhao was taken aback by this and muttered, "Being so blunt will cost you friends, and no girl will like you. No wonder you’re still a lonely old man."

As soon as Mu Shaoling heard this, his eyebrows shot up, and he was about to retort when Luo Linhao called out with one hand over his eyes, "Brother Shaoling!"

"What now?"

"I think I can see! I think I can see!" Luo Linhao cried excitedly, still covering one eye.

Mu Shaoling hurried over, covered the good eye with his hand, and pointed around the room, "What’s that?"

"A table,"

"And over there?"

"A chair, of course,"

"What about over there; what’s that?"

Luo Linhao complained about the silly questions, "A vase. Brother Shaoling, are you dumb? Even you should know that."

"He’s making sure you can really see!" Yang Chuxia said with delight.

Mu Shaoling also nodded, examining Luo Linhao’s eye and agreeing, "Your eyes have recovered, but it seems your brain might not be functioning so well. I should prescribe you some medicine for your brain,"

"Go ahead and prescribe it, but remember to include your scar removal ointment in one go," Luo Linhao replied cheerfully, now that his eyesight was restored, not paying much attention to whether or not Mu Shaoling’s words were flattering.

Luo Linhao’s eyes had finally healed, and the joy was shared by all, especially Mu Shaoling. The heavy burden on his heart had been lifted at last.

However, it was at this moment that Yang Chuxia spoke up, "For now, you should pretend that you still can’t see."