Faced with Shao Dalei Lin's request, Yan Feifan reviewed the photos of the bride-to-be and replied seriously, "To be safe, it's better to wait a few months for her muscle memory to fade a bit before performing the restorative surgery."
Shao Dalei Lin, not giving up, asked, "Mr. Yan, is there really no solution for right now?"
Yan Feifan said pensively, "It's not that a successful restoration now is impossible, it's just not worth the risk. Nor is it necessary."
"Five hundred thousand!"
Shao Dalei Lin shouted out a number, then explained, "Mr. Yan, as long as you can restore this bride-to-be's appearance, I'll give you an extra five-hundred-thousand bonus."
Yan Feifan chuckled and said, "Miss Shao, if this were a life-or-death situation, you wouldn't need to add any money. I'd take the risk even with only a ten percent chance of success."p>
"But since this bride-to-be has other options, there's no need to take the risk of her ending up horribly disfigured."
