บท 957: I Can't Think of a Title Anymore, Let's See What the Officials Do

Lucy pursed her lips.

In response to Kingsley's action, she could only accept it.

"Mr. Thorn." When the aesthetician saw Kingsley coming in, he greeted him respectfully.

Kingsley glanced at the aesthetician, who was a man.

In fact, other than some women who did skincare and massage, all the doctors here were male.

Kingsley watched as the male aesthetician's hand slowly ran over Lucy's naked body.

"Is this how scars are removed?" Kingsley asked.

"Yes, Mr. Thorn." The male doctor quickly replied, "If the scar is too deep, we will perform surgery to remove it. After the removal, we will use a laser to polish it. Slowly, it will become exactly like the original skin. Now, Ms. Harmon only has the last stage to go through."

"So there are many stages?"

"Ms. Harmon has been working on it for half a month. She comes here every day," the doctor replied immediately.

"Every day." Kingsley sneered.