The experts in the capital kept calculating Guo Miao's invention, exclaiming again and again.
Meanwhile, Guo Miao was taking a walk with Sheng Guang on the beach in Haicheng.
Sheng Guang was holding a cane, but his pace was obviously faster than an ordinary blind man's. He was also more sensitive to obstacles.
"I can see more light now."
Sheng Guang wasn't born blind, so he had sensed light before. After Guo Miao's treatment for a few days, he could already see the outline of things.
"It's working well so far, but it's possible that the recovery of your vision will slow down in the future. Mr. Sheng, you might have to undergo short-sighted treatment for a while."
Sheng Guang shook his head. "As long as I can see and pick up my brush again, even if I have thousand-degree myopia, it won't be a problem."
