The final acupuncture session was today. After this, there was no point in getting acupuncture again for a month. He could only take medicine to consolidate the treatment and see how well it had worked.
Zheng Guangming could already see people now. They were no longer just blurry outlines, though his vision was still like that of someone with severe nearsightedness. It would take time and care for him to recover fully.
When Wang Yue finished the final acupuncture session, Zheng Guangming's vision grew a little clearer. It was still blurry, but he could make out the people sitting in front of him.
Zheng Guangming gazed excitedly at his benefactor, Wang Yue, as if he wanted to commit his face to memory. Luckily, his expression was one of gratitude; otherwise, Wang Yue would have been tempted to punch him.
After looking at Wang Yue for quite a while, Zheng Guangming finally turned to look at his sister and mother. It seemed that, in his heart, Wang Yue was the one closest to him.
When Zheng Juan saw that her younger brother could make her out, she was overjoyed. All the same, she felt only greater gratitude toward Wang Yue. She squeezed Zhou Bing Kun's hand and gave him a serene smile.
Mother Zheng was different. She had clung to life for this one purpose: to see Guangming's eyes recover with her own eyes. Now that she had finally seen his vision truly restored, her eyes grew heavy and closed of their own accord. Once they shut, they never opened again.
Mother Zheng passed away without regrets, leaving behind Zheng Guangming, whose sight had returned, and Zheng Juan, now a married woman. Fortunately, the Zhou Family were all good people, and she could rest easy.
The Zheng Family was now down