"I was just worried that your head got injured, so I asked," said Tang Sheng, lowering his head to hide the emotions in his eyes: "By the way, when you fell to the ground, you hurt your face, so I gave you a new one."
He handed her a mirror: "Take a look, are you satisfied with your new face?"
The person in the mirror had familiar brows and eyes, resembling the old face by about eighty percent, but the cheeks were much prettier. Upon closer inspection, previous traces could still be found.
Ye Ranran looked left and right: "Not bad, it's really a waste you're not a plastic surgeon."
"If I were a plastic surgeon, would you still be alive to be here?" Tang Sheng put the mirror back.
Ye Ranran nodded: "That seems to make sense."
After checking on Ye Ranran, Tang Sheng went out and ran into Fu Rong at the door.
"She's been injected, the virus in her body is suppressed, and there's no record of drug use in her memory, likely won't relapse."
"Is there a way to cure her completely?"
