The Root of the Vision Problem

Dr. Long suddenly felt a chill run through her. She was naturally well-versed in Feng Qingmo's file and knew he had awakened his Spiritual Force, making him a genuine Spiritual Master.

Although she was not a Spiritual Master herself, she knew something of their abilities. Connecting this to a certain possibility, her face turned cold, and a flicker of anger emerged in her icy gaze.

Feng Qingmo could clearly sense Dr. Long's change in demeanor. He immediately realized he had overreacted due to his stress response. Forcing down the ripples in his heart, he hurriedly spoke to explain:

"Dr. Long, being locked down so suddenly caused me to overreact. My apologies..."

Looking at Feng Qingmo, who was restrained by metal buckles on the electric bed, Dr. Long lingered on his eyes for a moment. She paused, the anger on her face slowly dissipating, though she remained silent, raising her hand to input various parameters into the screen.

At such close range, even without using his Spiritual Force, Feng Qingmo could keenly sense the shift in Dr. Long's aura. He couldn't help but quietly heave a sigh of relief, though the ripples in his heart surged once more.

It was hardly surprising; across two lifetimes, he had never once been in a relationship, let alone had such close contact with a woman of such peerless beauty. How could he remain indifferent?

Fortunately, his current physical fitness was that of an Intermediate Warrior nearing an Advanced Warrior. Especially after practicing the Wind-Washing Sword, his control over his body had become increasingly refined, preventing him from making a fool of himself in front of a beauty.

"Hummm~~"

With a low hum, the electric bed began to move, entering a spherical instrument. Various lights flickered on, continuously scanning Feng Qingmo's body, with most of the beams concentrating on his brain.

Looking at the naked human body on the screen, Dr. Long couldn't help but feel a sense of unease, but she forcibly suppressed it, focusing intently on the various parameters appearing on the display.

Ten minutes later, with the start of a humming sound, the electric bed slowly exited the spherical instrument.

"Click-clack~ Click-clack~"

The metal buckles restraining Feng Qingmo's body automatically released, and he sat up.

"Dr. Long, are there any results?" Feng Qingmo asked softly.

"Follow me, we'll talk outside..." Dr. Long turned, opened the door, and left first.

Feng Qingmo quickly put on his Combat Suit and followed closely behind Dr. Long as she left the room.

"Yo, finished the check-up so soon?"

Huo Haitian, who was sitting on the sofa, heard the sound and looked up, still holding two components in his hands—the ornament on the coffee table had been dismantled into a scattered mess by him.

"Uncle Huo!" Dr. Long's voice was clipped and precise.

"Ah!" Hearing her voice, Huo Haitian hurriedly put down the parts in his hands, scrambling to gather all the pieces into one pile. He looked up with a sheepish grin, "I thought this looked interesting and couldn't help but take it apart. I didn't realize it was so complex; I can't put it back together, hehe..."

"This is a Super Luban Lock," Dr. Long sighed helplessly at Huo Haitian's grin. "Given your IQ, it's better not to try. Otherwise, I'm afraid you'll end up smashing these parts to pieces..."

"Alright then," Huo Haitian chuckled, not minding being called slow-witted. Besides, compared to this Dr. Long, his intelligence was indeed not worth mentioning. "So, any conclusions?"

"Feng Qingmo, please sit." Dr. Long sat on a single sofa on the other side, gesturing for Feng Qingmo to sit next to Huo Haitian.

"After the examination, Feng Qingmo's body is very healthy; there are no issues!" Dr. Long's voice was cold, yet it didn't feel condescending. "His vision problem is not pathological, nor is it primary; it is caused by long-term pressure on the optic nerve..."

"Can it be treated with surgery?" Feng Qingmo asked.

"No." Dr. Long shook her head. "Even if it could, I wouldn't advise it. Because the source of the pressure remains. Even if you could correct your optic nerve through surgery or something like the Water of Life, as long as the source of the pressure isn't removed, your optic nerve will continue to be compressed, and your vision will never recover..."

She stared at Feng Qingmo: "I have a hypothesis. Would you like to hear it?"

"Of course, Dr. Long, please speak." Upon hearing about the "long-term pressure on the optic nerve," Feng Qingmo had developed some guesses of his own, but he still wanted to hear a professional opinion.

Huo Haitian's expression also turned serious, and he sat up straight.

"Although I am not a Spiritual Master, I have come into contact with several, and I have read many documents regarding Spiritual Masters on the internal network."

"Every time a Spiritual Master awakens, the eruption of the Spiritual Force core in the Sea of Consciousness exerts tremendous pressure on the Sea of Consciousness. There are even cases of death or severe injury during the awakening process..."

Feng Qingmo nodded; wasn't that exactly why he had transmigrated?

"Your vision problem has existed since childhood, which is related to the Spiritual Force core in your Sea of Consciousness. Some Spiritual Masters experience long-term headaches before awakening, while others suffer from issues with other sensory organs, such as a diminished sense of smell or hearing. You happen to have vision problems, only your symptoms are more severe than others in similar groups..."

"So, does that mean there is still a possibility for Xiao Mo's vision to recover?" Huo Haitian hurriedly asked.

"Yes. If my hypothesis is correct, your vision will slowly recover as the Spiritual Force core in your Sea of Consciousness gradually dissolves. However..." Dr. Long said slowly.

"However what?"

"Your optic nerve has suffered long-term pressure since you were a child. Even if the Spiritual Force core in your Sea of Consciousness completely dissolves and no longer presses on your optic nerve, your optic nerve will still need time to recover. It might even require agents like the Water of Life, which can restore damaged human tissues, to assist..."

"There is one other way: as long as you can break through to become a Beyond War God, you will definitely be able to restore your optic nerve! According to records, during the process of breaking through to become a Beyond War God, humans undergo genetic mutation, and the Genetic Energy will reorganize your cells..."

"I understand. Thank you, Dr. Long."

"Uncle Huo, I still have many things to deal with, so I won't keep you two. Please head back." Once the matter was settled, Dr. Long issued a blunt dismissal.

"Alright, we're leaving then..." Huo Haitian stood up, pulling Feng Qingmo along as they walked out. "Big niece, don't just stay in here all the time; you should go out and get some sun occasionally..."

"...I know, thank you, Uncle Huo." Dr. Long stood up, preparing to return to her desk. She paused upon hearing this and offered a word of thanks.

Feng Qingmo stood still and nodded toward Dr. Long: "Thank you, Dr. Long. Goodbye!"

His Spiritual Force swept over the scattered parts on the coffee table, and his heart stirred.

While he had been listening intently to Dr. Long, his Spiritual Force had also enveloped these parts. In that short time, he had already grasped exactly how they should be assembled.

Just as he was about to leave, his Spiritual Force instantly transformed into countless tentacles. Under Dr. Long's surprised gaze, the countless parts on the coffee table suddenly leaped up. Amidst a series of "clicks," they reassembled into a sphere in an incredibly short time, then slowly floated in front of Dr. Long.

"May I ask for your name, Dr. Long?" Feng Qingmo asked softly.

Dr. Long reached out and took the sphere floating in the air. For the first time, a hint of a smile appeared in her cold, clear eyes: "If we have the chance to meet again, I'll tell you next time..."