Mo Beichen's face suddenly turned cold, his fingers rhythmically tapping on his knee. He quickly picked out the key words, automatically filtering out the words "so ugly," and asked, "She had plastic surgery?"
"Yes, I was the one who operated on her," Dr. Yang continued, unaware of the approaching danger. "At that time, she was brought in barely alive to the cosmetic surgery hospital. You could say she was lucky; a group of plastic surgeons managed to save her life."
Mo Beichen's heart was gripped tightly. Buhui had been injured and was carelessly sent to a cosmetic surgery hospital. How fortunate she must have been to escape death?
Moreover, he vaguely sensed that the truth he had been pursuing was about to be revealed. "When did this happen?"
