A Beauty With Multiple Masks

The next morning, Arielle woke up in Susanne’s arms.

“Mom, why did you let me use your arm as a pillow the entire night?” Arielle had barely spoken when she scrambled to sit up.

Subsequently, she stroked Susanne’s arm and commented sympathetically, “It must be numb by now.”

With that said, she quickly gave it a few squeezes and a subsequent massage.

Susanne’s arm was indeed numb, but the discomfort was soon eased by Arielle’s efforts.

“That’s enough. I feel a lot better already.” The smiling Susanne stretched her arm before lamenting, “I’m just getting old. In my younger days, I wouldn’t feel anything even if you slept on it the entire night.”

“Mom, you’re not old at all!” Arielle got out of bed and helped Susanne down.

upcoming surgery, she still needed to fast. As a

Since Susanne was due for surgery that day, Vinson

a minor surgery, so don’t worry. There‘s no need to feel nervous either.” Worried about Susanne’s nerves,

know. I’m not worried or nervous

all, confident in

quickly, Arielle and Susanne got dressed in their respective outfits. Subsequently, they

first injected with an anesthetic. Once its effects began to

hospital’s neurology professor was present, along with the attending physician. Under normal circumstances, it was rare for someone of his station

the surgery was two and a

any mistakes. The professor was naturally in awe of her revolutionary methods. As he intently observed how she moved her hands,

stitching to other doctors. However, she made an exception for this one by completing everything

emerged from the operating theatre, her clothes, alongside her hair tucked underneath the scrub cap,