Snow Mountain Nima finds an elaborate silver box.

Dolma chose seven Cordyceps, wrapped seven blue crystals in them, tightly wrapped them with red thread, and put them in a silver box.

She tied the silver box with copper coins and gold pins, hung it under her neck, and hid it in her underwear.

Outside, there is also a string of Buddha finger beeswax necklaces.

"Brother, what's the use of it?" Dolma leaned into Wukong's ear and asked.

"It's going to work." I didn't have time to think about how to use it.

He pressed the bronze rosary on his right wrist and rubbed them one by one......

Yezi asked for a silver box, and Snow Mountain Nima rummaged through the cabinet to find a smaller silver gourd, just stuffed with a piece of cordyceps.

She was dressed in red thread and hung into her chest, looking beautiful.

Alice looked at the two of them and was about to cry.

Still Dolma was kind, untied the Buddha beads and beeswax, and hung it on her chest.

Alice was happy, holding it and smiling like a crescent moon with one eye.

I don't have time to take a look at the Buddha finger beeswax, and there are at least five blue crystals inside.

Just let them be there, grind them out, it's not safe.

Early the next morning, the nurse began to prepare for Alice's surgery.

The doctor called him to the office and said that he had skin grafting and cosmetic surgery...... It's art, art, and it can't be handed over to a surgical robot, it needs to be done by a skilled artist.

There is no time to express approval, and ask him what he means?

The doctor said that due to the depreciation of the currency, the "artist" who had already been determined did not think that the price reflected his "artistic value" and asked for a price increase.

Not much added, given that Miss Alice has been with Hua Yang. Shangri-La Hospital signed a package contract and paid for the surgery in a lump sum...... Hospitals are willing to share half of the price increase.

If you don't have time to say, you can just say how much you want to add.

The doctor embarrassedly stretched out his palm and said, fifty thousand.

Wukong went to Yezi to ask for money, and Yezi followed Wukong to the office, saying that he didn't want money, and he wanted to fight a lawsuit and accompany him to the end.

Yezi adjusts the C horizon, and I'll start collecting evidence now...... We are all minors...... Uncle, you should have been a live broadcast generation before, do you still like to watch live broadcasts now?

Can you choose the platform, C or L?

The doctor held his head and retreated......

Unaccompanied, Alice is wheeled into the operating room and undergoes facial cosmetic surgery.

She has been a little more cheerful in the past two days, but she has no time to accompany her, and she resolutely does not enter the operating room.

The "artist" is really very artistic, with a big beard, shawl hair, a loud voice, and a hearty laugh.

I'm a little worried......

An artist is an artist.

He had already designed a facial contour for Alice following the shape of Alice's head.

After entering the operating room, according to the shape of the wound, more detailed comparisons and adjustments are made again to improve the details.

I didn't have time to look at it, and it didn't feel like Alice was like before, mainly the left eye and eyebrows, and I made a few suggestions.

The "artist" was as good as a stream, revising them one by one, and the facial contours quickly progressed from the first draft to the final draft.

The artist got his hands dirty, and he needed to recreate Alice's left eyelid, as well as the surrounding musculature.

It is the place where Alice is most injured, and it is also the essence of artistic creation.

Surgical robots, can't do it.

He has a group of little assistants, miniature robots.

The big one is only the size of a grain of rice, and the small one is the size of a sesame seed. Crawl into Alice's left eye and fix the internal wounds......

The surgical machine is working.

Wu watched as the dexterous manipulator slid back and forth on Alice's face, removing fat and scars, and cleaning the dermis...... It was amazing to apply a piece of cut skin to Alice's face.

Microrobots, still working diligently under Alice's skin.

Such an artist, it seems that he can also do ...... Micro robots are iron and stone!

Four hours passed.

The artist finishes his art and leaves the operating room to rest.

Hair transplant robot started hair transplantation for Alice.

The nurse begins fitting Alice with a stereotyped fake face.

Alice gradually woke up from the anesthesia, and smiled happily when she saw that there was no space.

The nurse hurriedly reminded her that she was not allowed to laugh for a week......

The artist returns to the operating room and solemnly reminds him of Wukong and Alice.

Don't laugh for a week. Not only are you not allowed to laugh, you are not allowed to get angry, you are not allowed to cry, you are not allowed to frown, and you are not allowed to ......

The artist issued eight prohibitions in a row, including no eating.

He said that although there are shaped prosthetic faces, any activity of facial muscles can interfere with or even damage the fusion of the skin with capillaries and micronerve bundles.

If the degree of integration is insufficient, it will inevitably cause sequelae such as stiffness, and it will be very troublesome to treat.

The final item of the surgery was cryodisposal, and Alice's entire head was wrapped.

The artist said to Wukong, the trauma is easy to treat, but the heart disease is difficult.

During the patient's recovery, the most important thing is psychotherapy, and the psychological adjustment after trauma is directly related to the post-recovery situation.

He has a friend who is an expert in this area, and the package is only 988 per hour......

Wukong rejected the artist's suggestion, and in order to take care of Alice's eight prohibitions, he did not turn on the flawless light for a week.

He went downstairs every morning and evening to practice the "Mad Wand Method" for two hours, and the rest of the time, he was with Alice's hospital bedside.

Dolma is free, and she takes Yezi and Louis to go shopping every day.

The Shangri-La medicinal herb market could no longer satisfy their curiosity, and they began to march to the city of Lhasa and the Potala Palace.

For a week, I walked through the streets and alleys of Lhasa.

Alice was not allowed to laugh, and they did not dare to talk nonsense when they came back, so they could only wait for Alice to fall asleep and close the door of the ward, and then secretly show their shopping harvest to Wukong.

Snow Mountain Nyima comes to visit Alice every night, and every time she comes, she brings a trinket or two.

There are dzi and agate animals, turquoise beads, jade buckles or something.

Alice wears them on Buddha finger wax and rubs them in her hand every day to look for subtle sensations.

In a week, I made up a beautiful necklace.

The artist visits Alice almost every day, and every time she comes, she strokes her left eye.

A week later, the fake face fixed to Alice's face was removed, and there was no room to see a delicate face.

In her left eye, there is a bronze rosary. Hidden in the depths.

Louis said that there is an eight-point resemblance to Alice's previous face, except for the left eye.

When Yazi saw this face, she pouted...... Or the mummy Alice is more pleasing to the eye.

Alice's hand has regained eighty percent of her mobility.

She held up the mirror and looked left and right, looking at the void with a facial expression.

"Looks good, looks better than before."

She looked at Dolma.

Dolma clapped her hands and said, "So my sister is so beautiful." When your hair grows, it becomes more beautiful. ”

"I'm my sister." Alice smiled.

She didn't know that before she said nothing, it was the mummy Alice.

Alice is ready to eat.

Snow Mountain Nima booked a private room in the last hotel in Lhasa City to hold a celebratory dinner for Alice.

According to tradition, Snow Mountain Nyima would invite Alice's attending doctor to go with her.

Wukong said that the artist is not from this hospital.

Hua Yang. At Shangri-La Hospital, there are no doctors, only gardeners, nurses and robots.

There are a lot of ninety-eighty-eight.

A treat, preferably a florist.

The artist came and boldly agreed to the invitation of Snow Mountain Nima.

He said that although he was not a doctor at the hospital, he was a shareholder of the hospital.

This meal, he pleased.