“You didn’t receive surgical intervention during the best treatment time, so it would be too difficult to treat the condition now. The success rate of the surgical intervention would be low, so I don’t recommend taking the risk to undergo surgery.”

“It’s fine, I don’t want to treat it either.” Deirdre suddenly stood up and felt her way to the door so she could leave.

Brendan was planning on going after her initially but remembered that he had yet to get the medicine. He got the medicine and went outside, only to see that Deirdre had almost felt her way out to the corridor.

He walked swiftly over and caught up to her. He pulled Deidre by the wrist and said, “Have you lost your mind! You walked out of a doctor’s consultation midway. It’s fortunate that you’re blind, or you might have already run out of the building!”

Deirdre struggled free from his clutch and pinned her hand tightly against the wall. “I feel suffocated and I’m trying to get some fresh air.”

“Is that so?” Brendan lo