Panra, known in his own circles as a genius physician. He had been dabbling in many scientific things since he was a child, and this subsequently determined the direction of his future development.

Today he was, as usual, although many praised his intelligence and responsibility, he could not devote all his time to being a doctor.

A few years ago, when he had just finished his studies and left university, he had already had a definite thought.

As always, when he finished his work and said goodbye to his colleagues, he left the hospital.

The hospital where he worked was very prestigious and advanced, which gave him plenty of room for independent research.

In recent years he had been secretly researching something he felt was very important, like all geniuses prone to arrogance, he also possessed this characteristic.

Walking up the elevator, he was pondering. He didn't notice that hot eyes were staring at him from behind. Pity he was immersed in his own thoughts.

Walking down the corridor as he walked, taking the key out of his pocket to open the door, but his hand froze the moment the tip of the key reached the door lock.

He had an inspiration, an inspiration that had not come to him for the last six months, that made him agonize every day.

And finally the final touch, which was not ready, appeared in his mind.

He opened the door excitedly, with trembling hands, throwing aside his briefcase and jacket he hurried into the work room.

Opening the door in front of him was a workshop, but not an ordinary one.

There were some things in there that you could tell didn't go with the place.

Walking closer to the center table, in the center of the table was, placed something like an electroencephalograph.

Excitedly moving closer, he began fiddling with it.

It took him several hours to finish. Feeling exhausted, he looked at the device he had created and felt relieved.

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After eating he went to bed, he couldn't wait to try the work, but it required the presence of another person, because of this he couldn't sleep a wink.

After spending the night in a daze, he finally waited until dawn.

But instead of being tired he was very awake, with excitement getting up and quickly putting himself in order he neatly folded his device in his briefcase, but instead of one there were two.

As he waited for the subway to arrive he couldn't help but feel nervous, different ways to use the device popped into his head.

Asking someone would be easier, but according to the theories the device is not yet able to work with people who are conscious.

Another option is easier, but it can also cause confusion.

It is to use the device on a person in a coma.

If others see this, because of his prestige he can avoid it, but at the same time the device could also have an effect on another person.

Luckily he had a coma patient and also the patient's family was not as attentive.

Quickly putting his thoughts in order he pretended to be calm and headed towards the hospital.

As usual he said hello to people and then began his work. He had to take care of the other patients first before he could get down to business.

A few hours later, he could no longer contain his impatience. On the pretext of a break, he headed toward the patient he wanted.

When he opened the door, there was an old man lying on a medical bed in the room.

Recalling the old man's data, Panra went inside and closed the door.

Placing his device, he carefully lifted the old man's head and put the device on him.

Sitting beside the old man, he also put the same device on himself which was connected by a cable to the device the old man was wearing.

Finally he took a deep breath and turned on the device with the remote control in his hand.

For a moment he felt a slight pain, as if his head had been pierced with a needle.

At that moment the old man's pulse also began to fluctuate, but soon came back to normal.

Panra felt everything swirling before his eyes for a moment, then everything returned to normal, but here he was no longer in his room.

A vast sea opened before his eyes as he thought, but it was like a recording, in that moment his gaze moved forward.

It was a memory of the old man, but at this time Panra could clearly feel the sensations of his body, the smells, as well as the sounds.

Only his body did not obey, but what puzzled him far more was that everything in front of him that was visible had the wrong color.

The yellow sand he knew turned blue, and the blue sky turned red.

And the ocean that splashed in the distance was green.

The sight gave him a headache and made him want to pass out. Before his eyes began to blur again and he went back to the board.

At this time he felt a splitting pain in his head and dizziness.

Removing the device from his head, he leaned back in his chair and began breathing deeply.

He thought about something for a while, and after collecting his device, he returned to his office.

Overcoming his dizziness he hardly found the old man's data.

Opening the documents he began to look carefully for something.

Soon the words appeared before his eyes.

"Has no visual impairment."

Standing in a stupor he read the paragraph over and over again.