Sprinkle some icing sugar on He Ye's heart

Seeing Ouyang Twelve again, Jiang Yiyi felt a little better.

"It's really rotten, that means your medical skills are not good enough." Jiang Yiyi said hoarsely.

"This old man's medical skills are not good, then there will be no one in the world who can do it!" Sure enough, doctors don't like to hear others say that they are not good, especially Ouyang Twelve who is so conceited.

"Mr. Ouyang, can her face recover?" Isidore walked in with his hands behind his back, and he didn't know when he came.

"Of course." Ouyang Twelve is very confident, "As far as I know, there is no third person who can perform this kind of operation in this world. The other old thing may have died, so you can send it in time. Even tonight, Da Luo God can't heal her face."

With the help of the nurse, Jiang Yiyi went to the operating table.

From the beginning to the end, she didn't say a word to Isidor, and gave him a look.

"Local anesthesia." Isidore said to the anesthesiologist, "Give her another mirror and let her take a good look at it."

"The old man suggested, forget it, it will leave a psychological shadow on this girl."

"I just want her to watch it. It's a long memory."

Isidor didn't leave either, just stood by and watched.

The anesthesiologist injected anesthetics into Jiang Yiyi's face. The process was painful, but Jiang Yiyi was a little numb.

She opened her eyes and looked at the shadowless lamp above her head.

Soon, surgery began.

There was only the sound of equipment at the scene.

Jiang Yiyi could feel that Ouyang Twelve was dealing with the skin on her face that didn't belong to her, like the torn adhesive tape pasted on the glass. It was a very delicate job, and it was cumbersome and complicated to deal with it bit by bit under the microscope.

Ouyang Twelve's hand speed was quite fast at the beginning, and the time passed little by little, and he perfectly handled Jiang Yiyi's left side of the face.

Jiang Yiyi's original good facial features reappeared, except for the reddish skin, which did not affect her original skin in the slightest.

"Not bad." Isidore, who was watching the whole process, was amazed and amazed at Ouyang Twelve's medical skills.

In addition to special techniques, this kind of patience to challenge the limit is not something ordinary people can possess.

Ouyang Twelve was also very satisfied. He turned his stiff neck and asked his assistant to hand him some glucose to replenish his energy. After a short rest, he continued to work on Jiang Yiyi's right side of the face.

The rot on the right side of her face is relatively serious and requires more effort.

Just as the relatively fragile skin around the right eye was treated, Ouyang Twelve's hand suddenly trembled.

Although Jiang Yiyi didn't feel any pain, she could clearly feel a small mouth being melted under her right eye.

Everyone present saw such a big mistake.

Isidor's eyelids twitched, but before he could speak, Ouyang Twelve's whole body twitched suddenly, and the tool in his hand fell.

It was still Isidor who had quick eyes and quick hands, and quickly caught the tweezers that were directly inserted into Jiang Yiyi's eyes.

Jiang Yiyi's heart almost stopped beating for a moment, and the tip of the tweezers almost poked into her right eye.

Amidst the exclamation of everyone, Ouyang Twelve covered his chest, opened his eyes wide, and fell straight backward.

Although the medical staff on the side helped him in time and gave him first aid.

"Mr. Ouyang, dead... dead!"

Not to mention Jiang Yiyi, even Isidor was stunned.

He threw away the equipment and ran to check on Ouyang Twelve's situation.

Sure enough, I was out of breath.

There was no chance of rescue.

"What's going on here?" Isidore asked angrily.

One of the doctors did a quick examination and was shocked: "Mr. Ouyang has been poisoned."

"How did he get poisoned so well?" Isidore couldn't believe it. He was sure that this group of people never left here from the beginning to the end, and no one else came in. This is impossible!

Even if the chosen person really infiltrated, it would be impossible to harm Ouyang Twelve.

Suddenly he looked at Ouyang Twelve's glucose to supplement his strength, and immediately asked someone to test it...

The most important thing right now is the unfinished operation.

"Which of you can continue to perform the remaining operations?" Isidore turned to look at the doctor next to him.

All the doctors shook their heads.

"Trash, I didn't invite you here just to watch." Isidor looked ugly, never expecting such a thing to happen midway.

Jiang Yiyi on the operating table couldn't tell what mood she was in. She might really lose her face.

"Aren't you the most famous plastic surgeon in country H? Didn't you participate in the whole operation!" Isidore grabbed one of the doctors by the collar and roared angrily.

The doctor was also frightened. He was invited not only for the money, but also because of Mr. Ouyang's reputation.

"If you guys can't come up with a solution today, don't even think about leaving!" Isidore signaled his subordinates outside to seal off the place. Ouyang Twelve was killed right under his nose, which was a slap in the face for him. .

In Isidor's fury, a doctor stood up tremblingly.

"Second, Second Young Master, let us do it, we can't [-]% guarantee that the patient's original skin will not be damaged, and we have not mastered Mr. Ouyang's osteopathy..." The doctor said stutteringly.

"Just say what is the success rate?"

"Two...thirty." Facing Isidor's cannibalistic gaze, the doctor changed his words in a panic.

Not even half the success rate.

Isidor looked at the group of quack doctors in front of him, he couldn't even compare to an old man's medical skills.

"Isiduo, let him continue." Jiang Yiyi choked up, she would rather try than live with Mi Lu's face.

"you sure?"

Isidore's gaze fell on Jiang Yiyi's face, half of her face was flawless at the moment, and the other half of her face looked like a chapped mottled red wall.

"Do."

"Then go ahead and do your best!"

This time Isidor did not stay to continue watching, but had someone drag Ouyang Twelve's body out, and he wanted to thoroughly investigate the matter.

Outside the glass of the operating room, a group of bodyguards with live ammunition pointed guns at everyone in the operating room...

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The assistant who had just handed Ouyang Twelve glucose was lying at Isidor's feet covered in scars.

"No...it's not me..." The assistant was as angry as ever, and still refused to confess.

Isidore grabbed her by the hair with such strength that he almost tore off her scalp.

"You tell me now, and I can spare your life!"

The assistant shook his head.

"Pull her down to me, no matter what method I use, I just need to know what I want." Isidor let go of his hand, and was dragged down by a big man directly under the assistant's panic.

There was a meandering bloodstain on the ground.

He turned his head to look in the direction of the operating room, frowning.

The sky has been brightened.

Today is his and Mi Lu's big wedding.

Finally the door of the operating room opened.

He strode in.

The atmosphere in the entire operating room was stagnant, and several doctors stood nervously.

He walked quickly to the operating table, Jiang Yiyi's right face was covered with gauze, and there was a faint redness on the gauze.

Jiang Yiyi's eyes were loose, as if she had lost her soul.