After listlessly having lunch with Wang Chuan and nearly ten visiting plastic surgeons, Yan Feifan returned to the Plastic Surgery Center to find that this time, someone was truly waiting for him.
It wasn't the grim-faced police officers, nor was it the notoriously stern investigators from the hospital's incident investigation department. It was Wei Xin.
When Yan Feifan had learned the previous night that she and Zhu Xiangdong had shifted the blame onto him, he had been truly heartbroken.
He considered himself an open and honest person, but this incident gave him a true taste of human treachery.
Yan Feifan didn't want to say another word to her.
However, the state Wei Xin was in was enough to raise eyebrows. Dressed in her white coat, her face was haggard, her eyes red and swollen, and her expression dazed—she looked as if she'd been cruelly used and abandoned.
