"Shi Shi, I'll find you the best plastic surgeon. It can surely be fixed."
"No need." Xia Shi's voice was cold.
Plastic surgery isn't a cure-all. The damage to her face back then was so severe it was almost down to the bone.
Such serious injuries, how could surgery possibly restore them?
Not to mention healing, they couldn't even make it look less ghastly.
Although when she left back then, all her assets were taken by Qiao Yuchu, leaving her penniless, she still managed to earn some money over the past five years.
She scrimped and saved, hoping to have surgery, at least to be presentable.
But it was useless. She vividly remembered when she went to the plastic surgery hospital; the moment she took off her mask, she nearly scared the surgeon into puking.
They immediately asked her to leave.
Later, she gave up, trying to wear a mask when out to avoid scaring people.
