Wu Shengnan fell silent, rely looking at the photos on the phone with curiosity and careful attention.
Du Heng placed his finger on the angle of the jaw. "Look here. From the base of the ear, you can see an obvious constriction. This indicates that part of the bone here is missing.
The decrease in bone in this area would inevitably cause the original muscles and skin to beco loose and inelastic due to the lack of support.
But now, it's not visible at all, which ans this area has been treated. That will definitely affect his ability to control his facial expressions.
However, for a smooth and natural result like this, the cost starts at 200,000 yuan."
Seeing Wu Shengnan not responding, Du Heng continued, "Then, based on facial structure analysis, if the mandibular angle were restored, his current zygomatic area would appear uncoordinated.
For the zygomatic bone, there's a procedure called zygomatic arch insertion surgery.
When the zygomatic area is surgically adjusted, the masseter muscle will be slightly affected, but with proper surgery, it shouldn't impact normal life. Of course, this surgery cannot completely avoid damage to facial nerves, so you should understand the consequences, right?
Adding the adjustnt of the mandible, his entire facial muscle group will be less agile than before, perhaps even losing so control."
Du Heng paused for a mont, then, after so thought, said, "But judging by his overall reaction, he probably hasn't lost control. He's just a little stiff. It makes him a perfect cool and aloof male god, no problem at all."
Wu Shengnan listened to Du Heng, her gaze fixed on the photo. Her eyes gradually clouded with confusion, as if suspecting her husband might be right.
"Look at this nose bridge—it's too straight and high. That's not a typical characteristic for an Asian nose."
Du Heng tapped the nose in the photo a few tis, then moved his finger to the eyes. "His eyes are probably naturally large, but with single eyelids. So, these double eyelids must have been surgically created, because the inner corner of the eye looks very uncoordinated.
I'd give this a thumbs down."
Wu Shengnan blinked, glancing at Du Heng. "So you're saying his entire face has been altered?"
"What a way to put it; it's called 'micro-adjustnt.' But there have been quite a few adjustnts, so it's not easy for him to make a wide range of facial expressions now."
Du Heng was still focused on the initial points he was making, gesturing at the photo, but Wu Shengnan's mind was clearly elsewhere.
After looking at the pictures again, she asked, "Honey, how much would all of this cost?"
"Hmm... let's take this face as an example. This set of surgeries would cost at least 600,000 yuan. Less skilled clinics can't achieve this effect. Adding other expenses, the total cost will definitely exceed a million.
And just looking at this face, the annual maintenance costs alone would exceed two to three hundred thousand yuan."
Wu Shengnan stuck out her tongue. "So expensive."
Du Heng chuckled. "Cheap options are available too. You could get sothing looking like this for under 100,000 yuan."
As soon as Du Heng finished speaking, Wu Shengnan's eyes widened. "Is that safe?"
"What safety?" Du Heng scoffed. "For under 100,000 yuan, they'll do the surgery and ensure you don't die. What more could you ask for?"
"Hey, hey, hey, you're a doctor! How can you say that?" Wu Shengnan looked at Du Heng, clearly dissatisfied.
Du Heng, however, was unconcerned. "I'm a doctor, but I'm not a judge or a police officer. More importantly, I'm not their parents. It's their own choice. Since I can't control it, can't I at least voice my opinion?"
"But... but..."
"But what? It's their own choice." Du Heng lay back down on the rocking chair. "Look at this one—over a million yuan spent, and there are still side effects. Those who opt for cheaper procedures should be aware of the risks involved."
"But it's human nature to desire beauty. There's nothing inherently wrong with choosing surgery to make oneself more attractive."
"That's true. But they should also understand that a two-thousand-yuan double eyelid surgery is definitely not the sa as a twenty-thousand-yuan one.
This difference isn't just an issue of aesthetics. Safety is also a concern."
Du Heng continued to rock back and forth. "Actually, regardless of whether a lot or a little money is spent, there are many failed cases. But those who chase beauty often only see the successful, beautiful outcos and not the painful failures."
Wu Shengnan bit her lip and nodded, looking at the photos on Du Heng's phone, her thoughts unreadable.
After a long mont, she suddenly asked Du Heng in a low voice, "Honey, has Qinqin had anything done?"
"Yes." Du Heng's answer was concise and direct.
Wu Shengnan's curiosity was instantly piqued, and she scooted closer to Du Heng. "Where? Where?"
"The mandible," Du Heng replied. "It makes her face look smaller and more pointed."
Wu Shengnan said "Oh," nodding in understanding. "Then what about Susu?"
Du Heng closed his eyes, gently rocking. "Feng Su? She hasn't had any work done on her face. It's all natural, sothing you can't just achieve through envy. However, her chest is augnted—two fist-sized silicone implants."
He spoke casually, completely missing the sudden change in Wu Shengnan's expression as his words faded.
Then, a hand landed on his waist, and an icy voice followed. "Alright, mister. How exactly do you know about *that*?"
"You silly girl, she just left my clinic after her treatnt. I had to prescribe dication for her. Wouldn't I naturally ask about such things?"
Du Heng, eyes closed and gently rocking, was completely oblivious to the approaching danger, still comfortably enjoying the breeze.
The hand Wu Shengnan had just placed on Du Heng's waist imdiately softened, and she began to gently caress his side.
In the distance, Director Jia also seed to realize what was happening. He abruptly stopped his tirade and quietly returned to his seat, letting the others resu preparations.
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After one more take, Director Jia stood up from his seat and stared silently into the distance. On the set, the group of actors looked bewildered, with a hint of helplessness.
They had no idea how well they had perford this ti because Director Jia hadn't yelled at them.
Not only did he not yell, but he also showed no signs of anger.
"Let's call it a day. Take a break."
Just as Director Jia finished speaking, Kang Zhirong approached. "Brother, the Quan City Health Departnt just called. They want us to go back and handle the paperwork for the exchange files."
Du Heng stopped the rocking chair, his eyes narrowing.
He understood that either Zhuo Mingde or Guan Bo had made a move.
He imdiately got up, found Li Qin, and asked, "Are you guys done filming for the day?"
Li Qin glanced at Director Jia walking away in the distance and chuckled. "Director Jia has gone to chat with the producer. We probably won't be filming any more today."
"So, are you going back to the hotel then?"
"No, we're not going back. This place is a scenic spot, and we only coordinated for two days. We'll definitely finish filming tomorrow before heading back."
Du Heng was dumbfounded. "Then where are you guys staying?"
"We have our van—it's fine for one night. Besides, we have night scenes, so we won't get much sleep anyway," Li Qin said matter-of-factly. "Since we're not filming right now, let's go for a walk around the area."
Seeing Li Qin about to leave, Du Heng quickly grabbed her arm. "Hey, sis, if you guys are sleeping in the van, where am I supposed to sleep?"
"You can pitch a tent outside. I brought several in my car."
Hearing Li Qin say this so nonchalantly, Du Heng beca agitated. "No way! You have to take us back. I have important things to do."
"You're here for fun, what important things could you possibly have?" Li Qin said dismissively.
Du Heng stared at Li Qin, exasperated. "Don't you go online? My business is all over the hot search."
Who would have thought Li Qin would just glare back at him. "Do you think I'm that free? Look at , do I look like I have ti to surf the internet?"
Du Heng blinked. She does have a point. This morning, for instance, she was indeed incredibly busy.
Left with no other choice, Du Heng had to explain again, "I really need to go back right now."
Li Qin thought for a mont. "Alright then," she conceded. "I'll go talk to Director Jia. If there's nothing scheduled for this afternoon, I'll drive you back. Then you can go handle your affairs, and Nannan and I can go have so fun."
"That works."
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