In the morning, Mr. An Desen rushed to The Beauty Shop at Justice Workshop hungry. He did not eat breakfast because he knew that he needed to make sufficient preparations before the operation. Originally, this was all prepared for today's operation, but the operation was cancelled.
"So it's like that, Mr. An Desen, do you want to try our breakfast?" Guo Tai Lai didn't eat much and suggested, "There's some pancake and fruit downstairs. You can understand it as a pancake, egg sandwich, or egg burger.""Breakfast? "He won't interfere?" Mr. An Desen was indeed a little hungry. He did not eat dinner yesterday, and he had not eaten breakfast today either.
"Of course!" Guo Tai called out to Liu Zhizhuan, telling him to hurry up and buy a few fried pancakes.
This was his first time eating such a street breakfast, so Mr. An Desen was quite curious. It seemed to be only a thin piece of cake and an egg, nothing too strange. Mr. An Desen smelled the fragrance of the egg and could not hold it in anymore.
The Cheng Tun also ate one helplessly. Guo Tai Lai himself ate two, and ate happily.
"Can we start now?" After eating an omelet-added omelette, Mr. An Desen was finally not as low blood sugar and became flustered. He asked with some nervousness in his voice.
To be honest, being able to make this decision was extremely risky for An Desen himself, but the impression Guo Tailai left on him yesterday was just too deep. It was just a thin needle, but it caused a young lad to be unable to move at all and not feel any pain.
After making up his mind, Mr. An Desen didn't know whether he had made the right choice or the wrong one. However, as a businessman, he still kept his moves to himself. In any case, it was just a day and he didn't eat any random drugs. Even if he only used acupuncture, so what?
"Mr. An Desen, there's no rush." Guo Tailai smiled. "We need to decide what to do and how much each item will cost."A customized list of cosmetic surgery projects for Mr. An Desen was immediately placed in front of Mr. An Desen and his Private Assistant. Of course, there was one for Cheng Tun as well.
No pain, no side effects, liver surgery, including cyst removal, tumor removal, and fatty liver elimination, $10 million per project. Even though Mr. An Desen could be considered a rich man with a lot of money, but seeing such an expensive project made him widen his eyes.
Gastric plastic surgery, that was simple. It was just a treatment for gastric ulcers, so it only cost five hundred thousand dollars. The same duodenectomy was for half a million.
Cholecystectomy, in fact, is the removal of gallstones, no pain, no side effects, 1 million dollars.
Finally, the spine was reconstructed, the appendages removed and the scars cleaned, no pain, no side effects, $2.2 million.
"This is too exaggerated!" While Mr. An Desen was still conflicted, his Private Assistant had already come out.
"Actually, not at all." Guo Tailai shook his head and handed over a list of normal cosmetic surgery items. "This is the fee for our regular cosmetic surgery. You can compare."
"But Mr. Taylor, this is only for the RMB." Private Assistant was also stunned after looking at it for a bit, but he very quickly found the currency unit."You can ask Cheng Tun how much did she spend on me treating her son." Guo Tai Lai did not force him, and pointed at the Cheng Tun with a smile.
Mr. An Desen turned to look at Cheng Tun, who gave him a smile and replied, "Thirty million.
"This is impossible!" Mr. An Desen also shouted exaggeratedly.
"This is how my son looked before he was treated." Cheng Tun took out a photo and handed it over to Mr. An Desen. She did not tell this to An Desen before, as she was afraid of scaring him, but now, she could take it out and show it to him. As he spoke, he handed over another photo. "This is the picture after treatment."One was a terrifying appearance with scars all over his body while the other one was a slightly bald, normal person. These two were the same person? However, it was impossible for the Cheng Tun to lie to him, but the effect was too shocking.
"I have a suggestion." Cheng Tun laughed and said.
Mr. An Desen gestured to ask the Cheng Tun to continue.
"Mr. An Desen is worried about the effects of the treatment. The Cheng Tun laughed and said, then turned to Guo Tai Lai and asked, "How about we make an obvious show for Mr. An Desen to see?"
Guo Tailai nodded.The Cheng Tun turned to Mr. An Desen: "Then, the effect of this spine surgery should be the fastest and most obvious, why don't you try it first? "I'll treat for this project."
Mr. An Desen felt that it was a good idea, and the Private Assistant felt that it was possible as well. There was no objection. Naturally, Mr. An Desen had successfully laid on the sickbed in the operations room of the beauty parlor.
Guo Tailai touched the skin on Mr. An Desen's back. Through the skin, he could easily feel the existence of the warhead. The bullet was stuck in the middle of a spine. If it couldn't be pulled out, it might cause spinal cord injury, so it could only be left in the flesh. For twenty-seven years now, flesh and blood had grown together, wrapped in bullets.
"This is a memorial to me from the Vietnam War." Mr. An Desen could naturally feel the bullet's existence. He only needed to reach behind his back to feel it: "Over twenty years, I have never slept while lying down before. You know, lying down here will cause me to feel pain."
"You're so lucky." Guo Tailai smiled. "The bullet didn't even break your spine."
"Yes, very lucky." Mr. An Desen agreed immediately: "Although this fortune will accompany me for life, but I survived, didn't I?"
"How do you feel now?" Guo Tai Lai pressed lightly and asked Mr. An Desen.
"Nope." An Desen only felt Guo Tai Lai's finger touching that part of his finger, as though he was confirming the edge of the bullet, and replied quickly: As long as it is not pressed down directly, it will not hurt.
"Do you want to see this warhead that's been bothering you for twenty-seven years?" Guo Tailai suddenly asked."Yes!" Mr. An Desen laughed, "But unfortunately, I can't see it. I can only see it on X-ray or CT, but I know its outline. I can even feel it through my skin."
"Well, that's what it looks like." Guo Tai Lai extended his hand and placed a still mottled bullet into Mr. An Desen's hand. He then repeated his words, "You are really lucky."
Chapter end
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