Chapter 802 Plastic Surgery

"Okay, don't worry. I'll take good care of her."

The pain of losing someone he loved, he also felt that Bruce did not provoke Zong Beili anymore.

"Thank you."

Zongbei said sternly.

The man who never said thank you suddenly expressed his gratitude with such seriousness. Bruce said that he was... Flattered, sighed and said nothing more. He hung up the phone.

On the other side of the phone, Zong Beili lowered her head slightly and rubbed her thumb at the picture on the screen.

Dongfang Furen had something to do recently, and Tong Huaer's life in the manor was extremely simple. Lan Shaoyan and Bruce were busy with their own things, and they rarely had time to meet her.

In fact, this was good. She didn't like the feeling that everyone felt that she was weak, that they were circling her and looking at her carefully, even though she knew they didn't mean any harm.

In the morning, Lan Shaoyan said that he had arranged for a doctor to examine her.

After Tong Huaer sent Frank to the teacher's place for class, he stood at the door and waited for Lan Shaoyan.

A blue sports car came up with a convertible sports car. Lan Shaoyan sat in the car and whistled at her, "Get in."

"Do you want to be so high-profile?" Tong Huaer got in the car and said nothing.

"What are you afraid of? No one here knows you. You're still wearing a mask. Don't worry, no one will pat you." Lan Shaoyan turned to look at her.

Tong Huaer smiled, lowered his head to fasten his seat belt, and said, "Even if I take off my mask, no one actually knows me. It would be nice if they didn't scream and run away."

"Tong Tong..."

Lan Shaoyan looked at her handsome face.

Tong Huaer was stunned and realized something. He smiled at him and said, "I'm just kidding."

It seemed that the people around her were more sensitive to the wounds on her face than she was.

"You'll be fine soon."

Lan Shaoyan lightly dropped the sentence and stepped on the accelerator to drive the car out.

Tong Huaer did not understand what he meant, but did not ask much. She turned to look out of the car window in a daze. Recently, she had been applying the ointment that zong beili had given her every day. The wound had actually improved a little, but her face was so badly injured that it still looked ferocious.

Soon, the car stopped at a private hospital. Tong Huaer looked at the sign in english at the door, which had the words "Dermatology."

It turned out that Lan Shaoyan had brought her here to treat the wound on her face.

"The doctor here is famous for being a weirdo. It took him a long time to meet him, but his medical skills are not bad." Lan Shaoyan said as he led her inside.

Her eyes were all extremely white. I heard that doctors have a clean fetish. I think the doctors here should be extremely clean fetish.

"Mr. Lan." A middle-aged man sat at a table with a microscope on it, looking like he was observing something.

Lan Shaoyan shook hands with Tong Huaer and said, "This is the patient I told you about."

"Ok! My fee is very expensive. It's measured by seconds, so let's not waste time." The middle-aged man motioned for Tong Huaer to sit down in the chair.

Tong Huaer sat down as he requested. The doctor put on his gloves, removed the mask from her face, and examined her wound.

After the scab formed, the black scab on the surface fell off, and the wound below showed a tender pink color, which covered his face one by one, as disgusting as a coiled earthworm.

"Eh..." The middle-aged doctor looked at Tong Huaer's wound with a puzzled expression on his face.

"Doctor, is there a problem?" Lan Shaoyan frowned.

The doctor glanced at him and looked at Tong Huaer doubtfully, "What's your relationship with Zong Beili?"

Tong Huaer understood simple english, so when she heard the word "Zong Beili," her face showed a surprised expression.

"I have your information. Zong Beili gave it to me. I've already prescribed medicine for your wound, but the data is different. It looks like you're recovering."

The middle-aged doctor said as he pulled out a document from the side, opened it and handed it to her.

There were photos of her wounds, as well as the depth and length of the wounds...

Tong Huaer looked at the picture in front of her in a daze. It was... A picture from Zong Beili when he bought her medicine. She had no idea when he took it.

"Who are you to him? Why are you here with another man now?" The middle-aged doctor couldn't help but gossip.

Tong Huaer returned to his senses and turned to look at Lan Shaoyan. He saw that the corners of his evil face were a little cold. He bit his lips and turned back to say in english, "Zong Beili and I... Are husband and wife. Is my wound any better?"

"Of course, do you doubt my medical skills? If it weren't for my medicine, do you think you could remove the scab so quickly?" The doctor was a little unhappy, paused, and suddenly looked at her with interest, "Are you willing to change a way to make your face heal?"

"Another way? What method?" Tong Huaer asked doubtfully.

The middle-aged doctor smiled, narrowed his eyes and looked at her face, "Plastic surgery, your facial bones are perfect! I can change your face and make sure it's prettier than before. It's a short process."

"No need!"

Before the doctor could finish his sentence, Lan Shaoyan grabbed her and strode outside. Tong Huaer almost fell down. Behind him, the doctor called out, "Remember to check regularly... Come to me whenever you change your mind... Free plastic surgery..."

"...

Tong Huaer had black lines all over his head.

Walking out of the clinic, Lan Shaoyan shoved her into the car and before she could buckle up, the car sped out!

Zong Beili used to drive fast, but it wasn't like Lan Shaoyan. He was just running around! Seeing the rear of the car getting closer and closer, Tong Huaer clutched the door tightly and screamed, "Lan Shaoyan!"

"Squeak-"

There was a screech of brakes on the street and the sports car stopped.

"Fun!"

There were angry insults coming from the side, and it was obvious that the others were frightened by their car.

Tong Huaer had not regained his senses, but something even more horrifying happened. Lan Shaoyan got out of the car and pulled the other party out of the car. He still had no intention of stopping when he beat the other person to the ground and couldn't get up.

"Lan Shaoyan, stop fighting. You'll kill him!" Tong Huaer hurriedly got out of the car and tried to pull Lan Shaoyan away with all his strength. Suddenly, with a strong wave of his hand, he fell to the ground and felt a piercing pain in his palm.

"Where are you hurt?" Only then did Lan Shaoyan realize that she was injured and helped her up.

Tong Huaer shook his hand to show that he was fine. He frowned and said, "Let's go. Don't make trouble."

Lan Shaoyan frowned and looked at her. He sent her back to the car and kicked her hard on the other side.