Mila, standing next to them, seemed slightly stunned.
"Good day, Lady Nasef."
"Hello."
After she returned the greeting, Viola continued, "Lady Nasef, the risk of a retinal transplant is high, and you are the first person in the world to undergo an Artificial Retina Transplant. We are only 50% confident of success."
"I am aware."
Viola nodded slightly, "Then do you know what you will face if the surgery fails?"
"Of course, I do," Lady Nasef laughed, "Miss Thompson, isn't there a saying in Sinian Country that no one is unacquainted with death since ancient times? Some people die appropriately. If the operation fails, I would consider it a sacrifice for scientific research!"
"You are very great." Viola said.
Lady Nasef shook her head to deny it, "It's not greatness. I am just too afraid of darkness. Between darkness and sacrificing myself for research, I chose the latter."
Every time she opened her eyes, what awaited Lady Nasef was endless darkness.
