"We can only look for a specialist consultation afterwards to see if there is a better treatment plan. We should..." Bo Jingshen pursed his lips, his words more direct, "the left eye... we can only try to preserve a bit of vision."
Zhao Ying sighed with relief, "And the right eye?"
"The condition of the right eye is much better compared to the left eye, and after recovery, the impact on vision should not be too severe. But it still needs some time to recover, and in the short term I have to stay in Beijing to take over his company's affairs, so what I mean is, Mom..."
Bo Jingshen looked toward Zhao Ying.
When Bo Jingshen looked over, Zhao Ying suddenly felt like a chicken being eyed by a weasel during the New Year.
Bo Jingshen was that weasel, and that weasel had his eyes on her family's spirited little chick...
"Uh, go on," Zhao Ying said, steeling herself.
