The rocket roared to life, brilliant flames washing over the flame trench as billowing smoke rose like a mountain!
The white rocket soared into the sky. The launch control center stood ready, while cries of "All signals normal!" rang out one after another!
Meanwhile, the doctor removed the gauze from before Patiman's eyes.
A doctor reached out and adjusted the camera angle, bringing Patiman's face into view.
Seven-tenths of the whites of her eyes were bloodshot, making them look horribly red!
However, this was a normal condition after a corneal transplant. After a few days of medication—glucocorticoids, methylprednisolone, tacrolimus, brinzolamide, and the like—the blood vessels would completely recede, like a retreating red tide.
"Can you see me clearly?" the doctor asked.
"Yes!" Patiman's face was filled with excitement. "It's a little blurry, but I can see your face clearly!"
The doctor pulled out a book. "Try reading the words."
Patiman opened the book and tried her best to look. "I can read the main text, but I can't make out the small print in the notes below!"
"Excellent! Very excellent!" The doctor nodded repeatedly. "A newly transplanted cornea will be somewhat blurry. I'll prescribe some medication for you. After using it for one or two months, your vision will improve by leaps and bounds! Being able to read already is an exceptionally good result!"
"It hurt especially badly last night. Will it hurt again tonight?" Patiman asked nervously.
"Pain is normal too. I'll prescribe you some painkillers," the doctor said. "Overall, your surgery was extremely successful!"
"Thank you! Thank you, doctors!" Patiman finally relaxed. Her eyes reddened with emotion, and tears quickly spilled out.
"You shouldn't be thanking us. Look at the camera over here. On the other side are the team that manufactured your cornea, all outstanding scientists. Your