Consciousness dimmed, Iwasaki Yizo felt a blinding light above him, as if Paradise had opened a door for him.
In the light, there was a figure, God?
Just as Iwasaki Yizo wanted to reach out, he heard someone saying by his ear, "The transplant surgery was very successful.
Mr. Iwasaki, can you hear my voice now?
Oh, I forgot you might not be able to specifically speak, if you hear me, give me a general response."
"Mm."
Iwasaki Yizo barely managed to say a word, his mind still foggy, and after a while, that foggy feeling gradually peeled away from his consciousness.
It was replaced by an incredibly vigorous vitality.
This feeling reminded him of the summer when he was sixteen, the first afternoon waking up in his family's grand villa with his stepmother.
At that time, his mind and will were unprecedentedly clear, knowing exactly what he wanted to do next.
Now it was the same.
Iwasaki Yizo propped up his body and looked around.
