Chapter 9: Inviting Spirits (7)
Most of her vision was filled with the surgical lights above, the doctors, and various instruments. Only at the edges did Jin Chao catch a vague silhouette. In the entire operating room, there should be only one doctor, one nurse, herself as the patient, and Jiang Yingzhi who had come in to supervise and protect her.
Was her eyesight failing?
Had the doctor’s haste to operate caused some damage to her eyes, making her see things that weren’t there?
Or... was the transplanted cornea from a deceased person already starting to take effect?
A chill ran through Jin Chao’s heart. She tried to speak, but found herself unable to control her body. It was as if she were trapped in a dream, powerless to act.
Was it the anesthesia?
Or something else?
Jiang Yingzhi remained still, indicating that from his perspective, the surgery was proceeding without issue.
Suppressing her growing anxiety, Jin Chao forced her attention to remain fixed on the dark figure at the edge of her vision.
It had been there for about half a minute, yet she still couldn’t make out its form clearly—only a vague human shape.
Motionless, it stood by the operating table like a statue.
Though she couldn’t see its eyes, Jin Chao felt as though…
—it was staring right at her.
A cold, rigid gaze settled upon her, sending goosebumps rippling uncontrollably across her skin.
The mechanical sounds of the operation and the doctor’s occasional reminders to the nurse echoed in her ears. To everyone else, this was just a smoothly progressing surgery.
No one but Jin Chao noticed the shadow.
What should she do?
As she frantically searched for a solution, the shadow suddenly shifted slightly.
Jin Chao’s heart tightened, and she instantly tensed.
The movement was subtle, like someone shifting slightly after standing still too long.
If not watched carefully, it would be easy to miss.
But Jin Chao couldn’t look away—not when her life was on the line in this surgery. Every minute movement drew her full attention.
After a pause of about ten seconds, the dark figure swayed again.
Jin Chao heard the quickening beat of her own heart.
Because she realized it was not a meaningless motion; after these two slight movements, the shadow seemed… to be drawing closer.
It had been standing by the operating table all along, but now it was slowly bending forward.
It was approaching.
“What does it want to do?”
Jin Chao felt sweat break out on her palms, yet she couldn’t even clench her fists or wipe them.
“The surgery must be stopped.”
This ghostly thing stood right beside her operating table, yet Jiang Yingzhi and the others showed no reaction. It seemed the ritual was complete—she was beginning to hallucinate.
Lost in thought, the shadow bent lower. Its outline, once blurry, began to sharpen.
Jin Chao’s heart skipped a beat.
She knew she couldn’t let it come any closer.
Her intuition had been right—the black shadow had been watching her from the start.
Though she couldn’t see its face clearly, it might not see her well either.
It bent down little by little just to get a better look!
What would happen if it saw her clearly? Jin Chao dared not imagine.
She needed to alert Jiang Yingzhi—he still hadn’t noticed the anomaly.
The shadow crept nearer, and a chilling aura enveloped her. With each breath, she caught the stench of decay—something only a corpse would emit.
No need to consider anything else—the figure before her was undeniably a ghost!
“Move! Just make a sound, give Jiang Yingzhi a signal!”
Jin Chao urged herself desperately, forcing her mind to override the terror from this first close encounter with a ghost, to command her body calmly.
Faster. Move faster.
Before that rotten, putrid face could press against her.
Adrenaline surged through her, breaking through her paralysis.
Her once steady breathing grew hurried. Under the doctor’s puzzled gaze, Jin Chao’s lips parted slowly. Then, with great effort, her vocal cords trembled and produced a faint sound.
At the instant she made a noise,
the shadow, which had been inching forward, suddenly bent sharply downward!
The fetid gust hit Jin Chao’s face. Instinct for survival exploded within her.
Her powerless hand shot up abruptly, slamming over her eyes and even pushing the doctor’s hand away.
“Hey! What are you doing?”
She heard the doctor’s disgruntled shout, but it was drowned out. At this moment, Jin Chao’s entire focus was on one thing:
Not seeing it.
Thank goodness.
Jin Chao exhaled in relief.
But soon, perhaps as the anesthesia began to wear off or due to the ghost’s influence, intense pain erupted in her eyes, forcing her to cry out.
“Ah, look at you! I’m sewing you up, and now you’ve ruined it—you must have torn the wound!” the doctor sighed, then quickly added, “It’s your own fault, don’t blame me.”
Jin Chao could barely hear his words. The burning pain in her eyes nearly drove her mad. Jiang Yingzhi noticed her movement and hurried over.
“What’s going on? Did something happen?”
Jin Chao’s hand covered her eyes, blood seeping through her fingers.
The doctor fell silent at the sight, hesitating before asking in confusion, “Why is there so much bleeding?”
Even with complications, corneal surgery shouldn’t cause such profuse bleeding!
“Forget it, doctor. Just remove the thing in my eye first.”
Jin Chao dared not remove her hand immediately. She forced herself to endure the pain, having the doctor take off the makeshift bandage. She struggled to sit up on the operating table, turned away to face the opposite direction of the shadow’s last position, then slowly lowered her hand and cautiously opened her eyes.
Nothing.
She didn’t dare look back to see if the ghost was still there.
She feared that if she did, she’d find a ghastly face pressed right behind her.
“You—!”
The doctor’s voice was uncertain. Jiang Yingzhi also gasped quietly.
Jin Chao didn’t know what they saw, but she felt the blood trickling down from her eye socket to her chin.
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