My Billionaire Exhusband Grovels Me After Divorce-Chapter 873 - Number 517 are you going to have
Chapter 873: Chapter 873: Number 517, are you going to have plastic surgery?
Chapter 873 -873: Number 517, are you going to have plastic surgery?
Qiao Yin watched the numbers above the elevator door climb and couldn’t help but touch her face. Did her smile now truly look that terrifying?
After feeling her face, she looked up at the burned-out bulbs and muttered to herself, “The lights Director Song installed before were a bit of a rip-off, weren’t they? Low brightness, short lifespan, people need to replace them… Mm, the garbage room also needs a renovation, which will probably cost a pretty penny…”
As for Qiao Lainan, Qiao Yin didn’t take him seriously.
She knew that if Qiao Lainan was teaming up with Lan Yuyi, his intention in seeking work at her hospital was definitely not good. How could she possibly keep Qiao Lainan in the hospital? That would be like burying a huge hidden danger for herself.
Qiao Yin pressed the elevator button, returned to her office, changed into a white lab coat, and then carried her medical toolkit to treat a vegetative patient.
Patient 517 was still waiting for her in the ward. Seeing her enter, a smile spread across his scar-covered face: “Doctor Qiao, you’ve finally arrived.”
Qiao Yin nodded politely at him, but hesitated upon seeing his smiling face.
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Before, she actually didn’t think there was anything wrong with Patient 517’s face, but after her own “disfigurement,” she truly understood the discrimination and aversion people felt towards “disfigured faces.”
After a moment of thought, she finally asked Patient 517, “Your face has been destroyed. Have you ever thought about having plastic surgery? The plastic surgery department in our hospital is quite decent. If you want to undergo surgery, I can recommend a doctor for you, and give you a bottle of scar removal medicine exclusively developed by my grandmother. It should help you recover quite well.”
Patient 517 was stunned and involuntarily touched his face, asking hesitantly, “Doctor Qiao, do you also find my face terrifying? Did I frighten you? If you are scared to see me, then I can go for plastic surgery. However, I don’t have money to pay for it right now. Can the hospital allow me to pay later?”
Qiao Yin quickly shook her head: “No, no, it’s not like that. Don’t get me wrong. I’m not afraid, and I don’t find your face scary.”
Patient 517 easily believed Qiao Yin’s words because he indeed did not see the contempt or fear in her eyes that he saw in others’ faces.
He became even more perplexed, “Then why do you want me to go for plastic surgery?”
Qiao Yin gave a bitter smile and told the truth, “Because after my face was disfigured, I realized that having a ruined face could lead to some discrimination. More than one person has already complained that my face is terrifying, and now even my smile can scare people away. You must have suffered quite a bit of discrimination too, right? It’s just you’ve never talked about it with anyone, bearing the pain all alone.”
The look in Patient 517’s eyes softened, “So you are worried that I’ll face discrimination from others. That’s actually nothing to worry about, my mental resilience is pretty strong, I don’t care how others see me. And Doctor Qiao, you don’t have to care about others’ opinions either. In my eyes, you are just as beautiful as before because you have a kind and compassionate heart.”
Qiao Yin felt somewhat guilty about this praise: “Well, I’m not as kind and compassionate as you think I am, I can do bad things too.”
She actually felt that Patient 517 was very kind, and even before his memory loss, he probably had the same personality.
“If you do bad things, there must be compelling reasons. I believe in you. You give off a different vibe, one that’s warm and peaceful. If your heart was dark, you wouldn’t have this presence.”
Qiao Yin could hardly withstand such compliments. She could calmly counter if someone cursed her and wouldn’t lose her composure, but when someone praised her, she would become embarrassed and extremely shy.
“Alright, enough flattery, or I’ll have to find a hole to crawl into.”
Qiao Yin opened her toolkit: “Let’s get down to work. The neural responses of this patient have been very active lately. With a few more acupuncture sessions, he should be able to wake up.”
Patient 517 looked at her admiringly: “Doctor Qiao, you are really amazing. You truly are a white-clad angel for patients like us. The patient who wakes up will definitely be grateful to you.”
