Sally Face Scars Novels & Stories

Sally lowered her gaze and shook her head. “Thank you, Doctor Lawrence, however, it has been dealt with. Please help me take a look at my injuries and prescribe some medication.” “Alright.” Doctor Lawrence made sure to have sanitized hands before checking the injuries on her face, lightly touching her swollen face from time to time. Right at that moment, Jason brought Kent in. Sally saw Jason from the corner of her eye and immediately used Kent’s suit to cover her face. This level of nervousness made Doctor Lawrence suspicious.

As the doctor spoke, he looked at Nicki lying on the bed and lamented, “Her facial injuries are quite deep and are likely to leave scars.” Appearances were crucial to young girls. Having her face disfigured at such a young age... Nicki lay on the bed and seemed to understand what the doctor said. She tried to touch her face. Mable pressed her hand down to prevent her and reassured her, “It’s okay. When you grow up a bit more, you can undergo cosmetic surgery to remove the scars on your face.” Nicki blinked and looked at Mable timidly, feeling a little guilty in the presence of this ‘bad aunt’.

"Sally, help me schedule a full-face skin graft surgery with Dr. Cook in Haputa." Hearing Morgan Hayes' request, her best friend Sally Cook immediately sensed something was off. "Morgan, a full-face skin graft is extremely painful and comes with a high risk of infection. Sebastian loves you so much. Would he really let you take such a risk?" "I'm divorcing him soon. It's too complicated to explain over the phone. I'll tell you everything once I get to Haputa."

The scary burn scar on Eva's face has faded a bit and is similar to her original skin color. Although there is still some unevenness that affects her appearance, at least it won't scare people anymore. Old scars can be repaired to this extent. The repair cream is perfect for The effect of new scars is even better. She has tried it on several female classmates with acne scars on their faces, After knowing that the repairing cream made by Selena was so effective, many people asked Selena's classmates to help buy it, and were even willing to spend 10 silver coins to buy a small porcelain box.

This is kinda an eye-opener for me. Though my wounds had healed somewhat swiftly, there were still glaring scars on my face; the wounds cut so deep, and they left behind scars that marred my once flawless appearance. I had Ryan Mayan, the pack doctor, do everything in his power to rid my face of these unsightly marks that were undermining my beautiful face. He first deemed it impossible, but after a lot of induced tinkering, and when I say induced, you know what I mean…

Sally got to look at his face closely, the thick scar on his cheeks that gave him a savage look. At last, he pushed away from her and started out of the room. "Come and show me the dungeon, Sally." .

She must be tired. I moved the hair out of her face and slid my hand slowly to caress her cheek. I stared at her for a few more seconds before I decided to go take a bath. I took off my mask and looked at my face for a few seconds before getting a wet towel from a hanger and passing it over revealing the scar on my left cheek. It went all the way from the bottom of my eye, across my cheekbone, and to my jaw, it was a pinkish-brownish color and about two inches wide.

Looking at her lying on the hospital bed, Lucy wiped her tears. "Doctor, my daughter is fine, isn't she? How is she?" "She has injuries all over her body, but luckily, they are all external. However, the damage to her face is quite serious, especially the ones near her eyes. She has to get it operated as soon as possible, but there will be scarring. As for the other wounds, we have already treated them, but only to sterilize them and stop the bleeding. If the wounds don't become inflamed, she'll be fine. As for her face, it's best to consult a plastic surgeon. Also, it's important to talk to her. She has to cooperate with the treatment. Otherwise, if it gets delayed, there's nothing we can d

Those eyes reminded her of everything brown — the coffee. Crinkles usually formed underneath and beside his eyes whenever he cackled. Those crinkles got her thinking if he was older than he looked, because, asides the crinkles, his porcelain skin always shone with youthfulness and vibrance, the kind of vibrance that radiated from a healthy teenager. " ... want some berries?" Dr Jake offered her a bowl of red berries. Rosaleen gave a soft, close-tipped smile which the young man couldn't discern if it was an approval.

When the bandages were taken off my face, Wendy playfully poked my cheek and asked, "Honey, is your face swollen because the wound hasn't fully healed yet?" "The doctor told me today during rounds that my wound is healing nicely." I had examined my injured left cheek in the mirror; the unsightly black scab had fallen off, leaving behind a pink scar. The doctor had assured me that the scar would gradually fade and could potentially be removed through cosmetic treatment. My face is how I present myself to the world. If it hadn't healed well, it would draw unwanted attention. I didn't have the strength to face those looks without feeling affected, so I gently touched my face and walked over to