“Sister Lin, please keep your eyes closed. Don’t rush to open them,” Zheng Ren muttered in the operating theater.

  Lin Jiaojiao was a senior nurse in the Interventional Radiology Department and knew how interventional surgeries worked. The moment she saw the blank region on the radiograph of her eye, she knew her fate was sealed.

  However, this young doctor had carried on with the usual protocol. He was determined even when she had given up hope.

  After hearing what Zheng Ren said, Lin Jiaojiao asked, her voice trembling and her eyes closed, “Doctor, is there still a chance for me?”


  “The outcome is promising. If everything goes according to plan, we’ve already resolved the issue.” Zheng Ren smiled, but it was hidden under his face mask. “We can give you a definite answer after obtaining the results from radiography.”


  Lin Jiaojiao had always complied with medical advice. Even when faced with the possibility of losing her vision, she still instinctively obeyed doctor’s orders.

  She did not question her doctor’s decisions despite the fact that interventional surgery seemed unrelated to whether or not her vision recovered, or that her surgeon was a young doctor that she had never heard of.

  When the young physician told her that she had a chance of regaining her eyesight, Li Jiaojiao’s eyelids fluttered non-stop while her eyes remained shut, visibly fighting to contain her emotional turmoil.

  “The radiograph,” Zheng Ren said quietly.

  Su Yun immediately pressed the button on the pressure injector. A black image appeared on the screen, the silhouette of the contrast agent resembling a giant tree.

  Zheng Ren and Su Yun held their breath and stared at the screen unblinkingly.