"Do your eyes still hurt?"
Jing Yiren shook her head: "No! It hurt when they were washing them, but I didn't make a sound!"
"..." Hearing this, tears welled up in Lu Ming's eyes. A lump of sorrow was stuck in his throat.
His large palm gently stroked her head, praising her like one would comfort a child.
"Yiren is very brave!"
"Of course! I am a princess!" Jing Yiren said arrogantly.
But she didn't know that she might permanently lose her sight.
"Uncle! How long will it take for me to get better?"
"..." At these words, Lu Ming's heart clenched. He fell silent for a while before speaking in a somewhat hoarse voice.
"About a month!"
"Really?"
"..." At these words, Lu Ming turned to give a cold glance to the group of directors, doctors, and the deputy dean who had come in with them.
The deputy dean broke out in a cold sweat under Lu Ming's harsh gaze.
