Was the surgery successful?
Qin blinked, her consciousness gradually becoming clear, and finally realized that something was off with her field of vision.
There was also a faint tugging pain coming from her left eye.
"What... what have you done to me!?" she exclaimed in both anger and fear, instinctively trying to use the power of the Heretic God...
But the 'Stigmata' did not respond to her at all.
"Looking for this?"
The handsome young man across her casually placed a bowl on the table and pulled a colorful, round gem from his pocket.
No, that was an eye.
That was my fucking eye! My Stigmata!
"Give it back!" Qin demanded angrily.
Xue Jing raised an eyebrow, "Lady, you seem to have not quite grasped your current situation."
He tossed the eyeball onto the table, and it bounced high into the air, smacking the ceiling before falling back down, where Xue Jing caught it.
"Oh? Quite bouncy."
