"Mr. Watson, Professor Rhodes will be arriving from Nocta next week to attend an academic exchange in Heidelberg. I've already scheduled an appointment for you. This time, your eyes must undergo treatment. You cannot delay any longer." ColdBlood's expression was grave, his tone unusually solemn.
Years ago, Gilbert's eyes had suffered severe trauma. Though treatment abroad had healed him, complications remained. His corneas often ached, and when fatigued, his vision blurred into double images.
Another surgery was inevitable.
Yet, pressed by endless business affairs, Gilbert had always dismissed it, procrastinating again and again.
ColdBlood grew increasingly anxious, urging him repeatedly.
But Gilbert always found excuses, claiming he was too busy, pushing it to the following month. One postponement after another had already dragged on far too long. Now that Professor Rhodes was coming to Heidelberg, the chance was priceless. It must not be missed.
