"…" Recalling the scene, Zhang Binghua's ears flushed a deep red. 'I can't believe I was so clueless back then,' he thought. 'I was so focused on the potion's effects that I completely ignored the real beauty right in front of me.'
Shen Lang knew exactly what he was thinking and let out a soft laugh. "I can't see, and it's truly awful. Even prosthetic eyes would be useless," she said. "...Can you just give me a new pair of good eyes?"
Zhang Binghua frowned. "Current technology doesn't allow for real eyeball transplants yet. Besides... who would be willing to donate their own eyes?"
Reconnecting every single one of the countless nerves and blood vessels in an eyeball would be a monumental undertaking, far beyond our current technological capabilities.
