Metaphysics Live Room: The host is the contract husband

Qin Wushuang's eyes were cold. She was not that magnanimous. The dispute between the two of them was supposed to end here. If he wanted to get involved, he would have to pay the price.

It's the same for everyone, no matter who owes her anything.

"Let someone keep an eye on Xia Yun's whereabouts. I want to give my good sister a chance to play a trick on Su Chen and let him see with his own eyes what this good sister really is."

"I can't bear to lie to someone, why did she lie to him? Do you think Su Chen will be sad? Uncle Fu, I'm a little reluctant, what should I do?"

Uncle Fu remained silent, the corners of his mouth twitching.

The lady seemed to be stimulated and a little crazy.

Qin Wushuang sighed and said quietly, "Forget it. If he's really sad, I'll be there to comfort him. I'll always be with him. He's mine, and no one else can touch him."

"Uncle Fu, go down, and don't forget to keep an eye on that girl."

"Yes, Miss. I'll go downstairs to get busy first."

*

Fu Yian sneezed twice in succession and rubbed his nose.

Seeing this, Dr. John asked softly, "If Mr. Fu is not feeling well, we can make another appointment. There is no need to rush to do facial reconstruction. I see that you are recovering very well."

"No, I don't have that much time. Fine-tune it as soon as possible."

"Dr. John, take a look. I want to look as much like this person as possible. The minor adjustments should be more natural, and no one should see any signs of plastic surgery."

"Oh, of course. Don't worry about my skills."

Fu Yian was lying on the operating table, his eyes full of determination. He didn't need to go through so much trouble, but Su Chen's face was too similar to his elder brother's.

There have been people saying before that he is not like his elder brother. If he saw Su Chen, wouldn't there be even more rumors? He would never allow such a thing to happen as long as it could be done.

He could say that Su Chen had plastic surgery to win the favor of the eldest brother, but the eldest brother hates fakes the most. It would be really interesting to see whether he would kill him in a fit of rage.

If he can kill someone with someone else's knife, he will never do it himself.

Fu Yian couldn't help but groan as he felt a stinging pain on his face. Cold sweat broke out on his forehead. "Doctor John, are you sure there won't be any problems with the fine-tuning?"

"I want to look like that person, but I absolutely cannot fail at plastic surgery, you know what I mean."

John nodded calmly, "Of course, I'm a professional, there won't be any problems. Besides, it's just a minor adjustment. You and that gentleman are very similar, so it's a simple matter."

Fu Yian nodded, closed his eyes and fell asleep.

Not long after, the assistant came in, glanced at the unconscious man, and lowered his voice: "Doctor John, what kind of filler are you using this time? We just received a new batch of goods."

"Then we should use new products, and add something addictive to his medicine. That way he'll keep coming back, and our business will get better and better."

The assistant laughed out loud: "Yes, you are smart. If the plastic surgery is successful in one go, how can you make money? Of course, you have to come more often."

John pulled the corner of his mouth, his eyes cold: "Of course, making money is the most important thing. As long as no one dies, a little side effect is not a big deal."

"I'm not doing charity work. Anyone who comes here for plastic surgery has secrets, but I don't have the courage to reveal them."

As the two were talking, there was a noise outside.

John looked at his assistant with a puzzled look on his face: "What's going on?"

The assistant waved his hands, his face full of indifference: "It's okay, there's just a woman who had a failed plastic surgery and a collapsed nose and is trying to extort money. The lawyer has already taken care of it, don't worry."

"Well, make sure your tail is clean and don't ruin the reputation of my hospital. I want to turn the hospital into a secret insurance base for those wealthy people."

"And those R-milk skincare products, have they all been produced yet? They're running low, so don't let them run out of stock."

"Got it. We'll get some more people over when the time comes. As long as we operate well, we'll have a steady stream of money. It's a very profitable business."

The two looked at each other and smiled in tacit understanding, their eyes full of greed, no trace of the compassionate expression they had before.

When Fu Yian woke up again, his face had returned to normal. He looked at the face in the mirror, which looked very similar to his elder brother's, and smiled with satisfaction.