The tale of Xiao Shu had indeed concluded, yet not a single word had been spared for Old He.

Xiao Shu still recalled their final parting, right beside the refuse heap where the dark-skinned corpse lay.

Since the body's head was heavily bandaged, suggesting an eye-removal surgery, and all the city's forensic doctors were occupied tending to the wounded, Old He proposed asking an old friend to perform the autopsy to determine the cause of death.

If Xiao Shu guessed correctly, that dark-skinned man was one of Ah Mang's earlier failed experiments, deliberately dumped far from the mental hospital where the illegal procedures took place to cover them up.

Viewed this way, Old He and his team delivering the body here was akin to sheep walking into a tiger's den, precisely what Li Xiaohao and Ah Mang’s faction desired.

After the surgery, Old He maintained a cheerful facade, and Li Xiaohao even claimed he had willingly donated his eyes to Xiao Yu.

But, aside from the most intimate kin, what kind of person would be so generous as to gift another their own pair of bright, clear eyes? Xiao Shu sank into profound contemplation.

Seeing the two men fall silent, and Sister Xiao Yu busy with her own needs, she finished wiping down Xiao Yu, then carried the washbasin to the hot water room to refill it.

The moment she left, Xiao Shu immediately stepped forward, grasped Old He’s palm, and urgently whispered, “It’s just us here, no one else.

What exactly happened after you delivered the body to the hospital? You didn't offer your eyes voluntarily.” Old He gripped the wrist she held him with and murmured softly, “Every single police officer who came with me became an experimental subject.

The surgeries were conducted among the subjects first—meaning, they’d gouge out one person’s eye and transplant another’s into them.

Regardless of success or failure, they would euthanize the subject afterward and haul the body away for disposal.

Apparently, the Big Boss demands a one-hundred-percent success rate.

Thus, the number of people subjected to this experimentation is countless; the dark-skinned man was just the tip of the iceberg we found in the refuse heap.

Following that sliver, we walked straight into the jaws of death.

Just as I was about to descend into hell, I got your call, telling me Xiao Shu wanted to exchange her eyes for Hua Gu’s.” Old He paused here, struggling to continue after a long moment, “I betrayed my conscience and informed them you were coming, proposing that they could use me and Xiao Yu for the experiment, transplanting my eyes to Xiao Yu.

My thinking was that with you there, giving my eyes to Xiao Yu would at least leave me a sliver of hope for survival.

However, they considered Xiao Yu someone kissed by death, deeming his eyes the most suitable option for Xing'er.

To ensure the surgery’s flawless success, they first transplanted the fugitive’s eye into Hua Gu.

Once that succeeded, they transplanted Xiao Yu’s eyes to Xing'er.

I originally assumed that since Xiao Yu and I had lost all value to them, we’d be killed like the others.

Yet, in the end, they transplanted my eyes to Xiao Yu.

To have survived among these demon murderers is a blessing born of misfortune.

Ultimately, it’s all thanks to you.” With that, Old He let out a deep sigh.

Xiao Shu placed her other hand over Old He’s, speaking gently, “You didn't betray your conscience; you saved everyone.

Although Li Taiming is my own uncle, I don't truly trust him.

But he and Xiaohao were certain that only through giving and receiving could Xiao Yu be pulled back from death.

Therefore, you are the one who saved Xiao Yu’s life.” As Xiao Shu comforted him with soft words, the memory of Li Xiaohao’s ingratiating remark—‘I convinced him to transplant his eyes to Xiao Yu’—stirred a profound, bitter resentment in her heart.