Viola didn't pay much attention to it and quickly lay down on the bed.
In a few minutes, she fell into a deep sleep.
The next day, half afternoon in the United States.
After a few days of targeted medication, Bentley opened the curtains of the master bedroom and turned to ask Ormand, who was sitting by the bed.
"How do you feel? Can you see the objects vaguely?"
Ormand turned his deep eyes and explored the darkness aimlessly, shaking his head.
Russell, who was standing to the side, didn't like the answer. "Try again. Do you really not see even a little light?"
Ormand shook his head again. He lowered his long eyelashes and gave up.
"Bentley, what should we do now? Will an operation help?"
"His condition is different from normal blindness," Bentley said with a serious expression.