After marrying the blind president, she became crazy sweet

Chapter 686 Mu Xue Plastic Surgery 2

Mu Xue was convinced in her heart that she had recognized the wrong person. Once this idea took root, she no longer allowed those groundless speculations and doubts to spread. She simply put the matter behind her and no longer spent any more time thinking about it.

She concentrated on signing her name on the contract, writing each stroke in neat handwriting, and then handed the contract to Qianmo with both hands.

With a respectful and expectant attitude, he said softly, "Doctor, I have signed the contract. Can you help me take a look? Is there any problem?"

Qian Mo took the contract, gently pinched the edge of the paper with his slender fingers, and slowly unfolded it.

His eyes scanned the contract line by line, his gaze focused and serious, not missing any clause or detail.

After a few seconds, he nodded slightly, with a look of affirmation on his face, and said, "There is no problem. Then, we can prepare for the operation. Miss Mu Xue, are you mentally prepared?"

Qian Mo's voice was gentle and steady, trying to calm Mu Xue's possible anxiety.

Mu Xue took a deep breath, her chest rising and falling slightly, her eyes instantly became firm, and she answered decisively: "I'm ready!"

That resolute energy seemed to declare her desire and determination for this change.

Qian Mo nodded with satisfaction and said briskly: "Okay, come with me now!"

Having said that, he turned around and walked towards the operating room with steady steps.

"Ok!"

Mu Xue responded briefly and followed closely behind Qian Mo.

Her footsteps quickened, her heels tapping the ground and making crisp sounds, and her heartbeat quickened involuntarily.

After the two figures disappeared at the end of the corridor, Qianxue slowly walked to the table.

Her white fingers gently picked up the photo of Gong Mingxue on the table.

Then she walked to the mirror, holding the photo in her left hand, with her right hand hanging by her side, her eyes moving back and forth between the face in the photo and her own face.

In an instant, she suddenly realized that the person in the photo had an indescribable similarity with herself. The contours of the eyebrows and eyes, as well as the lines of the face, seemed to have been drawn by the same brush.

Qianxue frowned slightly, and a hint of doubt flashed in her eyes.

However, the words Qian Mo said not long ago immediately emerged in my mind.

Qianmo said that she had plastic surgery, and these words were like an invisible hand, gently soothing the doubts in her heart.

She shook her head gently, a faint smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, and she no longer took the matter to heart.

In fact, Qianxue's memory is like a blank canvas and she knows nothing about the past.

From the moment she woke up, everything around her seemed strange yet familiar, and she seemed to be in a long dream.

When she finally woke up, she found that the boundary between dream and reality was blurred, and everything seemed like an illusion.

She tried hard to recall the past, but her mind was filled with confusion. What happened in the past seemed to be shrouded in a thick fog and she could not see clearly.

After waking up, she saw Qian Mo. She had no memory, but when she faced the person who existed beside her, she had a little trust in him.

Qian Mo told her that due to some accidents, her brain was stimulated, causing her previous memories to be temporarily sealed.

Qianmo also said that she was his girlfriend. They had known each other since childhood and had been together ever since childhood and had a deep relationship.

At first, Qianxue was skeptical about these words. However, as she spent time with Qianmo day after day, she gradually discovered that Qianmo was a gentle and considerate person who always gave her a sense of stability and steadiness.

Qianmo is a busy plastic surgeon, so she chooses to stay with Qianmo and act as his right-hand man, helping him with some trivial matters when he is busy. Their life is plain but warm.

The plastic surgery was carried out in an orderly manner under the shadowless light. Time passed by minute by minute, and every second seemed particularly long for Mu Xue on the operating table and Qian Mo, the surgeon.

More than an hour passed, nearly two hours later, Qianmo finally completed the last step. He straightened up gently, his forehead covered with fine beads of sweat, but his eyes revealed fatigue and relief from a heavy burden.

He leaned down slightly and whispered to Mu Xue, who had just woken up from anesthesia on the operating table: "Ms. Mu Xue, how do you feel now? Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

Qianmo's voice was soft and concerned.

Mu Xue's anesthetic effect had just faded a little, and her consciousness was still in a semi-confused state. She moved her lips slightly and said vaguely: "I just feel like my face is not my own face anymore, as if my face no longer exists. This feeling is so strange... Doctor, when can I see what I will look like after the plastic surgery?"

There was a hint of confusion and urgency in her words.

Qian Mo patiently explained: "Now stay in the hospital for three days for observation. If everything returns to normal after three days and all indicators meet the standards, you can return home."

Qian Mo spoke as he gently arranged the surgical instruments.

After all, this was Mu Xue's first time undergoing plastic surgery, so she was inevitably a little nervous. Her eyes revealed a trace of worry, and she asked carefully: "Doctor, how was the plastic surgery this time? Did it not fail?"

Her hands unconsciously grasped the edge of the operating table.

Qian Mo raised the corners of his mouth, revealing a confident smile, and comforted him, "The operation was very successful, you can rest assured about my skills.

In the next few days, you can stay in the hospital and take good care of yourself.

I promise that as long as there are no major problems in three days, you will have a brand new self. "Qian Mo's words were like a reassurance, which made Mu Xue's originally hanging heart settle a little.

A feeling of gratitude welled up in Mu Xue's eyes, and she said sincerely, "Thank you, doctor!" Although her voice was weak, it was full of deep gratitude.

"You're welcome!" Qian Mo responded briefly, still with a gentle smile on his face.

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As night falls and the lights come on, the Four Seasons Bay villa area is immersed in tranquility.

In the living room, warm yellow light softly sprinkles in every corner, adding a warm atmosphere to the entire space.

Qianxue held a bowl of steaming porridge in both hands, walked to Qianmo with light steps, and said softly: "Try this porridge, I just learned how to make it, add pumpkin to it, I heard it can nourish the stomach, you try it, do you like it?"

Her eyes were full of anticipation, looking forward to Qianmo's recognition of her craftsmanship.

Qianmo sat quietly on the chair, took the bowl of porridge, picked up the spoon, gently scooped a spoonful of porridge, slowly put it into his mouth, and savored it carefully.

After a moment, he nodded slightly, with an expression of approval on his face, and said, "It tastes really good. This porridge is cooked just right, sweet and soft. Your cooking skills have improved again."

Qianmo's voice was low and magnetic, and it was particularly clear in the quiet living room.