George Stanford gasped in shock, his face stunned.
Sophie Sullivan was startled. Could sothing be wrong with her face?
"Old Mr. Stanford, what’s wrong with my face? Don’t scare ."
Sophie was frightened by his gasp, her facial color changed suddenly, her small face becoming pale as the color of blood gradually faded from it.
Even her red lips turned a bluish white.
A pair of water-clear eyes, deep with nervousness and anxiety at the bottom.
George Stanford fumbled around the tabletop with one hand, finally grabbing a mirror and handing it to her.
"Quick, Fiona, take a look."
Sophie’s fingertips were icy as she held the mirror. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and finally gathered the courage to open her eyes and look at her face.
One second.
Two seconds.
Ten seconds.
"Ah..."
Sophie’s hand slowly caressed her cheek, excited and incredulous. She looked at herself in the mirror, crying tears of joy, "Old Mr. Stanford, they’re gone... all those scars are gone!"
After the last surgery, there were still uneven places on her face, but now they’re gone, completely gone.
Her face was unbelievably smooth.
Perhaps due to the just-healed wounds, she felt a faint pain as she touched her face for a while.
George Stanford carefully examined the gauze removed from her face and saw it was indeed stained with black blood scabs. He finally understood that her wounds had unknowingly healed.
Even the blood scabs had already fallen off into the gauze.
George Stanford laughed aloud, "Hahaha... Fiona, praise quickly!"
Sophie gave a thumb-up, "Old Mr. Stanford, you’re the best! No wonder you’re a palace-level master!"
"No, no, it’s because you’re healthy and your recovery rate is extraordinary."
"No, no, it’s because of your excellent dical skill. Without you, my face wouldn’t have recovered so quickly."
"No, it’s thanks to your good condition..."
The two exchanged complints, and suddenly, as they caught each other’s eyes, they burst into laughter simultaneously.
"Old Mr. Stanford, this is simply incredible..." Sophie touched her face. She looked at herself in the mirror and blinked.
The person in the mirror also blinked, and she smiled, feeling utterly satisfied.
"Alright, stop touching it," George Stanford prevented her from continuing, "the scab just fell off, and the newly grown skin is still fragile, with many bacteria on your hand, don’t touch it."
Sophie smiled with cheerfulness and unusually obediently, "Okay!"
George Stanford pulled open a drawer and handed her a bottle of special ointnt, "Apply it three tis a day. When you finish this bottle, the color of the newly grown skin will match your complexion."
Sophie looked at herself in the mirror happily. She had said she wouldn’t be ugly forever!
She had said so!
She was so excited she wanted to tell the world that Sophie Sullivan had regained her looks!
Of course, there was still the last step, the easiest step, but she had both the confidence and patience.
Before leaving the dical office, Sophie whispered with George Stanford for a while, finally rewrapping her face with gauze.
With light steps, she took Gaby along and left the dical office.
Inside the castle.
Thomas Shannon sat upright on the sofa, and Charlie River was reporting sothing to him. Seeing her co in, Charlie River stopped his report.
The man lifted his eyes and gave her a casual glance before taking another sip of tea, "You’re back?"
"Yes."
Sophie’s soft voice carried a hint of cheerful tone.
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