His gray hair was hidden under the sterile cap and the surgical mask covered his face, exposing his eyes.

He wore a lab coat and had his back facing everyone else. As he read the patient information, he was stunned when he saw the photo of the girl named ‘Lucile Mitchel’.

Her face and half of her body had decayed. There were detailed photos that enabled the viewer to see the other half of her face, which was still intact. It was the same face that he remembered.

It was only after understanding her situation that the hospital was able to treat her scars and one of the photos was from a long time ago—when half of Sophia’s body was festering. She was drenched in blood and looked like a lump of decaying meat.

Blindness caused by corneal infection…

Huge surface of ulceration due to the strong germ erosion caused by Virs-18…

Michael closed the file, walked out from the office and leaned against the wall outside for a while.

He looked down, gritted his teeth and allowed his tears to drop like raindrops hitting the ground.

His tall figure was shaking in remorse, hatred, surprise and pain.

It’s not a dream!

 

My little chica is still alive…

Why? Why didn’t I search for her for a few more days? I might have found her if I did!

 

Why did I fall into such a stupid trap set by Phantom Wolf?

Why…

Michael returned to the ward after some time—he still wore the same white coat, spectacles and face mask and followed the other doctors to check on Sophia’s condition.

recovering well with the help

traces. Even so, Sophia was satisfied as she looked at her face in the mirror and seemed to

passionately looking at her and looked at the crowd, only to notice someone leaving with

was happy with the result and immediately discussed the next stage of treatment where the

second stage and medication would be used to lighten the scars throughout the

only issue for her to make a full recovery. The doctors could also reduce

elated. I really came to the

the time of surgery and noting the things that he needed to look out for in between. He firmly kept the notes of the doctor’s advice in his pocket with the determination to strictly follow the instructions. I have to treat my

He then took several turns before entering an office

boss of the

called me

hospital director thought that the former had fallen asleep, “Make an appointment. I want to

hair, looking at the wrinkles at the corner of his eyes and his tanned,

want to get my face done—brightening, softening,

his looks since then. His

Ugly…

Old…

despised me when

in his forties yet he still looks like a young lad in his twenties.

wrong? Boss

is such bizarre

the hospital director would definitely form the best team to plan a personalized effective age revitalizing package. He would paint a perfect green paint on the

late when Michael left the cosmetic hospital. The hospital director and the best team had met

his hair dyed, wrinkles removed, and his face rejuvenated. It was fortunate that he maintained his habit of working out, which gave

received the news about Joe’s disappearance on his

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