Feng Jiu withdrew her hand and asked, "A condition you've had since birth?"
"Yes." He answered, his heart pounding.
"You've taken quite a few medicines over the years, haven't you?" Feng Jiu asked calmly.
"Yes. I've sought out many physicians and medicinal pill masters, but all said there was no possibility of recovery. Ghost Doctor, I wonder if my eyes..." Hope blossomed in his heart, yet he feared it might shatter. At this moment, his mood was fraught with anxiety.
Feng Jiu tapped her fingers lightly on the tabletop, her gaze fixed on him as she pondered. After a long moment, she spoke: "In the deep sea dwells a creature called the Crimson-Eyed Spirit Fish. Extract its eye, preserve it in an ice box, and bring it to my immortal island. Remember—it must be an adult. Once you find the eye, I'll attempt to treat your eyes then."
Hearing this, Yuan Jing's heart surged with excitement. "So the Ghost Doctor means there's a possibility my eyes can be cured?"
