Chapter 356 Blindness

Darkness, eternal darkness is everything in front of Charles. Time has passed for some time. Charles thought he could adapt, but he still couldn't adapt.

A soft palm gently supported the back of his head, and the cold iron bowl was delivered to his mouth.

Charles smelled a familiar fishy smell. "What kind of medicine is this?"

"Human blood promotes wound healing."

"Drinking blood has this function?"

"Others are useless, but your body can."

Hearing this, Charles opened his mouth and drank it directly.

He didn't know whether it was good or bad, but his body seemed to be a bit closer to a vampire in various degrees due to the excessive use of the mirror relic.

"If I completely become a vampire, will my eyes recover?" A ridiculous idea appeared in his mind.

Just when Charles was messing around, he felt that Linda was removing the bandages and dressing himself.

When the leg was removed, Charles stretched out his hand and squeezed the broken leg that was attached.

After feeling the obvious pain, Charles breathed a sigh of relief. "It's okay, Linda's workmanship is good, this leg can be regarded as saved."

He reached out and fumbled for the bedside table on the left side of his body, and a woman's hand brought over the folded papers.

Touching the surface chart with his hand, Charles showed a smile on his face. This is his way home.

From the doctor's tablet, it can be known that the Foundation will communicate with the outside world. Since it says the surface exit, the location of the chart here is absolutely correct.

"If Anna knows the news, she will probably be very happy."

"Captain, what do you want to eat? I can help you do it." Linda asked while changing the bandage.

Charles felt a little surprised. He had never heard of the Narwhal having sick meals before. "No need, whatever the crew eats, I can do the same."

Immediately afterwards, Charles felt the sound of footsteps from his left side to his right side, and a hand suddenly rested on the base of his thigh.

"Captain, you haven't been ashore for such a long time, are you a little nervous? Would you like me to help you out?"

The meaning contained in this cold voice made Charles tremble in fright, "What... what do you mean? Are you interested in me?"

"No, I just feel that if you feel uncomfortable, I want to help you."

"Linda, you... are you okay?" Charles' voice was hesitant.

"Of course I'm fine, don't you really need it?"

"It's really not necessary. You go to the cockpit to see who is at the helm now, and ask how long it will take to return to Hope Island."

Hearing Linda's footsteps gradually receding, Charles breathed a sigh of relief.

Linda is a believer of the God of Light, she can't lie, since she said she doesn't like her, then she definitely doesn't, but why is this woman a bit weird.

After thinking quickly, Charles suddenly noticed that there was a hint of guilt in her voice just now.

"What's the guilt? Didn't the guilt heal my eyes?"

Thinking of his eyes, Charles' good mood slowly sank.

He stretched out his hand and slowly brushed across the bandage in front of his eyes, and pressed it lightly, there was nothing in the eye sockets.

"Eyes...why is it the eyes. Any other position is fine."

"Those guys in the prosthetic limb business should be able to make prosthetic eyes that can see things?" Charles couldn't help feeling uneasy.

He didn't know the actual technology of those people. He had to know that things like eyes were extremely delicate, so it would be understandable if they couldn't do it.

In this constant thinking, Charles fell into a drowsy sleep, his body needed to rest.

The crew seemed to know that Charles couldn't be in a better mood in this situation, and they didn't bother him too much.

Because of the lack of eyes, Charles has been living this kind of life day and night. He doesn't know how long time has passed. The only thing he can know is that his wounds are healing rapidly.

When he heard the continuous steam whistle outside the window and the lively voices of people on the pier, he could already get out of bed and walk around.

Holding some cold scales on Dipper's arm, Charles stepped off the Narwhal.

He heard the flustered voices constantly sounding from the left side. They were the people who greeted him on Hope Island. All eyes were on the bloody bandage on Charles' face.

Charles flicked his head slightly in Dipper's direction. "I don't have time to deal with them, take me back to the Governor's Mansion first."

"Yeah!" Dipper directly raised his gun and pointed at the feet of the rushing crowd. "Crack!!" "Go away! The captain doesn't want to see you now!!"

The human voices became even louder, but this time the voices were rapidly moving away.

Back to the Governor's Mansion in the car, Dipper helped Charles up and down, his ugly face was full of excitement. He felt needed again by the captain.

"Okay, don't rush. Go to the coffee shop on the first floor of No. 48 in the heart of the island, call the people who wear prosthetic limbs, and say that I'm looking for them."

"Okay! I'll go find them right away!!" Excited Dipper rushed out like a gust of wind.

Touching the cushion made of tough spider silk under his body with his hands, Charles took a breath and exhaled slightly, then took out the map in his arms, and stroked it carefully with his hands.

Suddenly Charles heard movement at the door, "Who?" He turned his ear to that side vigilantly.

Who knew that the man came directly in front of Charles and stretched out his hand to tear off the bandage on Charles' face.

Smell the familiar mixed smell of wine, herbs and sweat. A slight smile appeared on Charles' face. "How? Can you cure it?"

"Isn't it pretty good before? Why did you suddenly become like this! Why did you suddenly get hurt so badly?" The doctor's voice was full of annoyance.

"Who is right about exploring the island? To be honest, it's good to be able to come back alive this time. By the way, I have some good news for you. Well, look, this is the map of the surface exit."

The doctor's tone didn't sound happy at all, and he patted the armrest of the wheelchair vigorously with his right hand. "Hey! Just keep looking for death! One day you will die before me."

"How could it hurt your eyes!" Another voice exploded at the door, and Charles was surprised by the person who came this time. It was actually the Pope's voice, and he could hear the extreme anxiety in that voice.

"What did you do? How did you hurt your eyes? Where's the eyeball? Where's your eyeball?" The old voice sounded very irritable.

"I don't know, I guess it was thrown on the island."

The pope's roar almost knocked the ceiling off. "Throw it on the island! Why don't you take it back! What if there is hope for restoration!! Is your brain a mess!"

Charles frowned slightly. "I'm glad you can worry about me so much, but do you think this is what I would like to see?"