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.

the help of different medications. Her scars

faint traces. Even so, Sophia was satisfied as she

could feel someone passionately looking at her and looked at the crowd, only

the next stage of treatment where the hospital director would be the one

removed in the second stage and medication would be used to lighten the scars throughout the entire process. Sophia

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

really

agreeing on the time of surgery and noting the things that he needed to look out for in between. He firmly kept

that. He then took several turns before entering an

the boss of the cosmetic hospital, Michael

called me

remained silent for a long time and finally spoke when the hospital director thought that the former had fallen asleep, “Make

looking at his own face in the mirror before touching his gray hair, looking at the wrinkles at the corner of his eyes and his

as possible. I want to get my face done—brightening, softening, and

after Sophia’s death and never cared about his looks since then. His hair turned gray within a

Ugly…

Old…

me when he saw

is in his forties yet he still looks like a young lad in

 Did I hear it wrong? Boss is planning to

is such

hospital director would definitely form the best team to plan a personalized effective age

Michael left the cosmetic hospital. The hospital director and the

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

received the news about Joe’s disappearance

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