Apakah Lin Yi Operasi Plastik Novels & Stories

I would reclaim myself, not just for me, but for Kayla. Doctor Liang began the treatment the next morning. It was subtle at first, almost imperceptible. He traced the lines of my temples and wrists with delicate fingers, pressing lightly, speaking words I barely understood. He guided my mind to sift through the memories he knew were mine, and to push aside those that had been fabricated.

I scold and he chuckles. "You better tell me what happened, cause my next guess isn't a nice one. "He says and I raise a brow. "And what's that? "I question. "You really wanna hear it? "He questions and I reply him; "Yes. " "Okay, aunty Lily's plastic surgeon resigned? "He says, and I can't help the violent laughter that escapes me. I am laughing so hard, tears are escaping my eyes. Aunty Lily has a surgeon responsible for making her look not a day above twenty. The man works so hard to give her a perfect face, and each time she goes to him, she comes back with a remarkable difference.

Irene agreed—it was fine not to reconstruct Lulu's original appearance as long as the plastic surgery was a success. After Lulu stayed at the hospital, it was medical examinations and planning the surgery over the next few days. Plastic surgery was not Irene's speciality, but she was allowed to be present and judge the success rate of the surgery with her own knowledge. After days of discussion, they planned over a dozen surgeries, both major and minor. It was possible for changes too, and Irene understood that. When she told Lulu about the procedures, however, Lulu remained silent. Unsure if she was actually agreeing to it, Irene tried to persuade her. "You'd look good even if you can't res

"Is it very difficult to raise the bridge of your nose?" Marcus choked. Sonnet’s eyes lit up as she looked at Lindy. "What do you mean?" Lindy nodded slowly. "Speaking of this, our entertainment reporters know more than you do. Plastic surgery and beauty treatments are no longer something new. Not to mention the bridge of her nose, it's not impossible for her to change her face! Yves is already in her fifties, but she has maintained her appearance very young. I don't believe that she hasn't done any medical beauty treatments!"

I heard Thiago's tremulous voice responding — She underwent an operation and couldn't accompany me, but you'll soon see her shine on other red carpets and she'll be able to have a glass of wine with you. — Oh, the woman said in a shocking tone. — Plastic surgery, I suppose, to make herself even more beautiful than she already is. I saw and could feel Thiago's pain, as confessing that his wife had undergone an operation to prevent having children wasn't easy for him. Even though that conversation brought me back to reality and made me forget the beauty that was happening, I couldn't avoid feeling compassion for him.

Present Time... "Did you really get plastic surgery?" Yukio looked at the Korean girl in astonishment. "That explains why it was so hard to recognize you when you came back." "It wasn’t voluntary." She crossed her arms. "And it was painful. They cut my skin and intubated me more than ten times. I remember my body being completely swollen, and the wounds needed a lot of care." "But that doctor did an excellent job. He even gave you a flat, well-toned abdomen." He looked at her with curiosity.

In a private hospital abroad. Liliane had just completed a series of plastic surgeries. After over ten procedures, her previously disfigured face had been completely restored. The old Liliane was considered a beautiful woman at best. However, the current Liliane had become an absolute beauty. All the distinct features that belonged to Liliane had disappeared. Her previously tanned skin had transformed into porcelain fairness and was as supple as a baby's. Countless sessions of skin brightening had transformed her entirely.

However, Laura's case is clearly different; her benign cyst only requires surgical removal to prevent it from obstructing her ovarian function. Seconds ticked by, and it felt like waiting forever. Two hours had passed, yet the red light in the operating room continued to blink, as if slowly tearing at Aryan's heart. Liana repeatedly reminded Aryan to eat or drink to fill his empty stomach, but Aryan always refused. How could he eat when his wife was fighting on the operating table?

Five minutes later, we were in the doctor’s office and after he asked me a few questions, I pointed out Lily to him, “what about her? What do you think she needs?” Lily shifted uneasily in her seat looking every bit like she wanted to bolt out of the room. But when she turned towards me, she saw the light smile on my face and settled back down. “Well,” the doctor said, naturally turning to her and pretending he hadn’t noticed anything. “We’re going to need to do some primary structural reconstruction, soft tissue reconstruction and finally, cosmetic and secondary refinement.” I smiled lightly at him as my left eye twitched, “in layman terms please.”