Trust

–Livana–

He was meticulous with the check-up, each movement deliberate, efficient. His voice carried a quiet confidence, the kind shaped by years of experience and countless patients. I sensed no hesitation in his touch—just precision. I knew his eye drop formula had helped many recover, yet the version he used wasn't available on the market. It was reserved, he said, for post-surgical care—something delicate, potent.

"I can perform a surgery to remove those black spots," he said, his voice calm. "However, I can't guarantee you'll regain twenty-twenty vision."

"As long as I can see—and you can correct it," I replied.

He paused. I heard the rustle of his sleeve, imagining him nodding thoughtfully.