Cheng Hao finished speaking and sighed, "Nan has already completed the first skin graft surgery, done on the face."
Qin Yin listened silently, never speaking.
She was waiting for Cheng Hao to talk about the outcome, but Cheng Hao didn't say it for a long time. He actually asked Qin Yin, "Don't you want to know the result?"
The secretary glared at him, "Are you freaking stupid? Just say it, was it successful or not?"
Cheng Hao laughed twice, "Extremely successful. I've already seen it; Nan's face is pretty much restored."
The worry hanging on Qin Yin's heart instantly relaxed.
"However, probably another four or five surgeries will need to be done later; the pain is something an ordinary person cannot endure." Cheng Hao added.
Of course, Qin Yin knew, her flesh was burned by fire, and grafting other skin onto the wound would surely hurt, and hurt badly.
