plastic surgeon

When the cat was invited by Zhuang Qin to have tea at his house, she saw that Cheng Gang and Shen Drunken Heaven had already arrived before her. The three men were smoking and drinking tea, Beye Cat was a bit unhappy in her heart and said, "You guys are really ungrateful, you didn't even wait for me to come and drink together."

Cheng Gang laughed, "Who told you that Missy is busier than the Prime Minister all day long, we can't wait on the left, we can't wait on the right, we can't wait on the right, and we are dying of thirst, so what's the harm in having a drink first?"

Zhuang Qin smiled and said, "Don't listen to Cheng Gang's nonsense. Quickly tell me why you arrived so late today?"

The turquoise-eyed cat hurriedly explained, "Aiya, it's really depressing, I have a sister who wants to have a plastic surgery, and is going to pad her nose a bit higher and smooth out the bones in her cheeks a bit. She asked me to accompany him to the plastic surgery specialist for a consultation, that's why I'm late."

When Zhuang Qin heard this, he said, "Don't go for plastic surgery!"

"Why?" The turquoise-eyed cat asked in shock.

Zhuang Qin looked at the turquoise-eyed cat and said after taking a sip of tea, "Cat cat, then let me tell you a true story, it's definitely not something I made up."

Curious, the turquoise-eyed cat asked, "What's the story?"

"Do you know which plastic surgeon we have here is the most famous?"

"It's Dr. Kim Sang-jae, I heard that he furthered his studies in Korea for many years." Shen Drunken Sky answered before him.

"Yes, that's him, when I went to Korea to contact a plastic surgeon back then, he was studying there." Cheng Gang continued to joke mindlessly.

For his part, the turquoise-eyed cat said, "Yes, I knew he was the most famous, too, but I heard he was missing."

Zhuang Qin nodded, under the coffee table turned out a newspaper, above the social news page printed on the bold headline: "Plastic surgery hospital bizarre murder, doctors and robbers died together". On the black and white photo next to the title, Kim Sang-jae was looking straight at everyone without any expression.

Zhuang Qin said in a serious manner, "In fact, I am quite familiar with this Dr. Jin, and I used to play Go with him. What I'm going to talk about now is Dr. Jin's real experience."

Dr. Kim Sang-jae, who runs a plastic surgery clinic in the city, is a leading authority in this field, having studied in Korea for five years. Dr. Kim specializes in facial bone resurfacing and breast augmentation, and because of his skill, he has a steady stream of women coming to him for surgery. Over the years, his specialty hospital grew in size and his wealth grew.

It was an afternoon with a light rain falling, and the sky was gray and cloudy, like a piece of hairy glass that could never be wiped clean. Dr. Kim stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window after finishing a successful facial bone resurfacing surgery and shook off the cigarette ash between his fingers. This surgery had just been very tiring for him, and he was eager to take a break. He had called off all the staff and was left alone in the entire clinic. The mirror by the window reflected his own appearance, a little haggard but unable to hide his complete handsomeness. Dr. Jin was very satisfied with his looks, his entire face was perfect as if it had been sharpened with a knife and was full of perseverance. And his standard figure of one meter eight was well maintained due to his diligent practice of fitness. As a matter of fact, there were quite a few female patients who had expressed their love to him, and they all said that he looked like the Korean star Bae Yong Joon.

Just as he was looking into the mirror and feeling sorry for himself, the doorbell rang.

Although Dr. Kim was already tired, he braced himself and headed for the door. He knew that maybe the one who rang the doorbell was another potential customer. Being in this business is like a screw with a motor, you can't stop for a moment. When he first opened the clinic, he looked forward to the day when he could break even. After business picked up a bit, he looked forward to making a lot of money. When he made money, he looked forward to opening a branch hospital. Even when his body is exhausted, he still has to be in high spirits to meet his customers.

The door opened, and outside stood a man of thirty-seven or eighty-eight, about five-feet-eight, dressed in a navy suit that was already wet with rainwater. In his hand was a leather suitcase, while on his head was an anachronistic western bowler hat, his face was hidden in the shadows under the brim of the hat, with only a pair of eyes gleaming in the dark. As soon as he saw these eyes, Dr. Jin felt some discomfort in his heart, a feeling like swallowing a fly alive. The eyes were bright, but there was a hint of a wandering and evasive haze in the eyes, and as soon as they met Dr. Jin's eyes they scrambled to move away, indescribably shady.

"Please ......" Before Dr. Kim could finish her question, the man took a step into the parlor.

"You're Dr. Kim Sang-jae, right?"

Dr. Kim nodded and said, "May I ask what you have to say, sir?"

The man removed his bowler hat and a fat face appeared in front of Dr. Kim. "Dr. Kim, I'd like you to do my plastic surgery ......"

Dr. Jin was taken aback. To be honest, in this day and age, there were not a few male customers who had cosmetic surgery, but the man in front of him didn't look as if there was a need for plastic surgery, except for his face which was slightly wider, the rest of his body was kept in proportion, and even his abdominal muscles were so firm that even through the white shirt at the hem of his suit, he could feel that there was a piece of pimply meat bulging there. "Yes, it's just a slightly wider face, that's all it is." Dr. Kim said this to himself in his mind.

"Dr. Kim, I want to make my face smaller, my wife who likes to watch Korean dramas keeps telling me that if I have a smaller face, I'll look exactly like that Korean star, Bae Whatjun. I have no choice but to ask you to come and help me think of a solution ......," the man flew out his intention.

Dr. Kim let out a long breath, another guessed result. He knew, of course, that his specialty in plastic surgery was to do facial bone grinding, to grind a wide face into a narrow one. Facial bone resurfacing surgery was usually for women who were naturally aesthetically pleasing, and very few men requested such a procedure. Dr. Kim hasn't even done it on any men yet, but it's not thought to be too much of a problem. Regardless of man or woman, the structure of their faces is the same, and although the distribution of muscles in the face is said to be more or less different for each individual, the principles of plastic surgery are fundamentally the same.

He nodded and said, "No problem, I can understand your desire. However, I'm also on a tight schedule, and my schedule has basically been arranged until next month, so I can only do this surgery for you late next month." The truth was that business at the plastic surgery hospital was good, but it wasn't as tight as Dr. Kim said it was anyway. The reason why he had to say that was just out of Dr. Kim's habit. He often used such methods to make beauty-crazed ladies pay an extra amount of money in order to have the surgery done in advance.

Sure enough, the man fell for it. He rested the suitcase he carried in his hand on Dr. Kim's large desk, slowly opened it, and said, "I want to do this surgery as soon as possible. Money won't be a problem, I have plenty of it."

He turned the suitcase upside down so that Dr. King could see the contents. Inside were stacks and stacks of brand new hundred-dollar bills, at least several dozen zhang. Dr. Jin's eyes lit up and he said, "Sir, no problem, I'll arrange it for you right away, and you can have this surgery in the fastest time possible."

"What's the earliest?"

"Tomorrow!" Dr. Kim replied.

"Can we do it today?"

Dr. Kim frowned and said, "So urgent?"

"Yes, my wife will be traveling home early tomorrow morning, and I want to give her a surprise." The man's eyelids widened suddenly, and the cold aura that suddenly radiated out provoked Dr. Jin to shiver.

"It's not that I can't do this surgery today, but I don't have an assistant with me ...... Of course, it's fine for me to do it alone without an assistant, but I'm a little tired after the surgery I just had today ...... "Dr. Kim was saying these flowers as if he were talking to himself, but again, loud enough that the man in front of him happened to be able to hear them clearly.

Once again the man fell for Dr. Kim's trap, he took another stack of money out of his suitcase and placed it on the large desk and said, "Doctor, I'll add some more money, you're doing it alone that's all, I don't mind ......."

"Good! I'll prepare the operating room now!" Dr. Kim took the money, put it in the safe, and shouted, "Good! I'll go prepare the operating room for you now!"

When this story came to this point, Zhuang Qin suddenly stopped. The room fell into a deathly silence.

"And then?" The turquoise-eyed cat sank without
Holding his breath, he grabbed the first to ask. Cheng Gang, on the other hand, looked at Zhuang Qin without saying a word, seemingly guessing the outcome of the latter.

Zhuang Qin paused and said, "Actually, this mysterious man who came to do the surgery was a bank robber. He had been locked up as a suspect by the police, so he had to find a way to get plastic surgery, so he chose to find Dr. Jin during his off-duty hours. And when he sees Dr. Kim, he has another evil thought. He was amazed to find that he and Dr. Kim were of average height and short, and even their body types were very similar, except for the face, which he was slightly wider. So he proposed facial bone grinding, knowing that once the bones had been ground, he would achieve a high degree of congruence with Dr. Kim's likeness. As soon as he woke up after the surgery, the first thing he was going to do was to kill Dr. Kim according to the plan he had drawn up, and then impersonate Dr. Kim. Of course, he wouldn't be a doctor anymore, and in order to keep people from suspecting him, perhaps he would find a way to mutilate one of his hands as an excuse to seal off the knife and change his profession. However, by doing so, he can escape the police and spend that huge sum of money that he robbed from the bank without worrying about it, and he can also take the opportunity to hog Dr. Kim's wealth that he has saved up over the years, so it's really two birds with one stone."

"Ah? What a seamless plan." Shen Drunken Heaven touched his face, looked at me again, and said, "Then what happened? Dr. Jin was really killed?"

Zhuang Qin laughed and said, "It's not that simple. This Dr. Jin is not a good bird either. When he saw the huge amount of money in the man's suitcase, his heart had long since grown evil and wanted to take it for himself. And he couldn't let this robber's body be found in this room, so he decided to finish the man's plastic surgery before killing him, so that no one would know who the dead man was. And Dr. Kim couldn't have imagined that he had been plastic surgery for himself according to the likeness of Korean star Bae Yong Joon, and even when he was operating on this man, he made that man look like Bae Yong Joon according to his likes and dislikes. When he finished the surgery, he injected sleeping pills into the man's wrist vein, and then used dampened crumpled paper on his mouth and nose, and after only seven layers of crumpled paper, the man died from asphyxiation. When Dr. Kim saw the body, he suddenly realized that the man had been made to look the same as himself, and was suddenly shocked. But at that moment, a new thought came to him. He decided to throw the man's body in his office, and others would think that it was Dr. Kim who died. And he himself would change to another identity and leave this place, anyway, with so much money on him and a good hand at plastic surgery, he would have just as good a career to develop in a different city. So he organized all his belongings and had a plastic surgery done without anesthesia. Fortunately, Dr. Kim's skills were superb, and he transformed himself into a different person that no one else could see."

Speaking of which, the turquoise-eyed cat let out a "wow" of admiration, "This Dr. Kim is amazing, what a perfect way to commit murder."

Zhuang Qin laughed and said, "Cat, if that sister of yours still wants to go for plastic surgery after hearing this story? Wouldn't she be afraid of meeting a plastic surgeon who is trying to change her identity? Maybe she happens to be the same height as that sister of yours and has a similar body type. ......" As soon as she finished speaking, Biyan Cat's body swayed violently, she was scared. Zhuang Qin knew that the purpose of scaring the blue-eyed cat had been achieved, and couldn't help but laugh.

At this time, Cheng Gang, while flipping through the newspaper, suddenly asked "How is it different from what the newspaper said, somewhat?"

Zhuang Qin's brows immediately furrowed again. He suddenly remembered that it had already been published in that newspaper that one of the two bodies found in Dr. Jin's clinic was Dr. Jin, while the other was a felony suspect in the bank robbery.

Shen Drunken Heaven's voice suddenly trembled a little, ''Zhuang Qin, in your story, there was only that corpse that looked just like Dr. Jin, while there were two corpses in the newspaper, Dr. Jin's and the robber's.'' What's going on here? Also, how did you know in such detail?"

Zhuang Qin suddenly smiled sorrowfully at the other three people in the room, ''It's a coincidence, haven't you noticed? Zhuang Qin's height and size are almost exactly the same as mine? What a coincidence, when I just finished with that man, Zhuang Qin came to me to play Go. What's even more coincidental is that you all drank this pot of Iron Goddess of Mercy that I brewed ......"

Only to hear the "punt", "punt", "punt" three sounds, the blue-eyed cat, Shen Drunken Heaven and Cheng Gang all fell to the ground, unconscious.

"Zhuang Qin" let out a weird laugh while pulling out a sharp scalpel from the bottom of a drawer. ......