On the morning of the second day, in an abandoned house at the east outskirts of Zhengzhou.
Gently peeling off the “bandage” wrapped around Chang’s head, Dr. Huang revealed a badly mutilated face; his face bones were shattered. Dr. Huang spoke with pity evident in her voice, “I can’t treat this kind of damage.
“And I can’t treat hers, either.” Dr. Huang turned her head, pointing to the hooknosed commander, who was tied up in the corner. “The incision is too big to treat, the only thing I can do is sanitize the wound and staunch the bleeding. As for your face, half of the bones are gone. I am sorry that I am not capable of reconstructing your face.”
“Thank you Dr. Huang. It’s okay as long as I don’t die from it, I’m fine with disfigurement.” Chang wrapped his face again, saying, “I apologize for stealing you from the apartment at midnight.”