“Hiss~~”


    Seeing Sophie’s face, Bridget willow brows knitted and drew a breath backwards, “Why is it so badly injured? The girl has suffered a lot.”


    Bridget is nearly forty years old, because of good maintenance, giving a feeling of early thirties, but is very affable and approachable.


    Sophie pursed her red lips, not knowing what to say.


    Vivian said: “Sister Bridget, she was injured by ident. Can you see if her condition can be repaired?”


    Vivian and Bridget are not familiar with each other, but she approached Sue Stewart, who referred her to the best stic surgeon in L City.


    Usually in a case like Sophie’s, a normal stic surgery hospital can fix it.


    Bridget was stunned and looked back at Vivian, a dark color shed under her eyes, but saw Vivian gave her a wink, Bridget immediately nodded, “Yes, of course you can fix it. But this girl’s wound is deeper, one surgery is definitely not good enough to repair.”


    “Really … really can?” Sophie as if she saw the hope, dull and lightless face instantly brilliant like stars.


    Dixon hugged Sophie, see her face a long-lost smile, as if the rainy season months of gloom shrouded general, depressed people can not breathe, and now the gloom is dispersed, set aside the clouds to see the sun, open up.


    The stone that was weighing on his heart fell down, and Dixon also felt relieved.N?velDrama.Org owns all content.


    “Did you hear that, Sister Bridget said it can be fixed, you just ept the treatment.” He reassured Sophie.


    But the smile on Sophie’s face only existed for a moment before she heard Bridget ask, “You’re not a scar, are you?”


    A question that instantly knocked Sophie, who had just seen hope, to the bottom, shattering all her hopes.


    Her smile froze, her face went a few shades whiter, and her hands sped together, her thumbs scraping the nails of her other hand, exposing her nervous and restless heart.


    “I … I’m not sure.” Sophie shook her head and raised her left hand, pointing to a scar on her index finger against the tiger’s mouth, “This scar should be fifteen years old, but … there are still traces of it now, is it considered scarring?”


    Normal people are injured, with the passage of time, the wound will gradually be thin, and finally formed a subtle invisible traces.


    A scarred body, on the other hand, even after a long time, the wound will not fade to near invisibility, but will instead be thick and even have a raised appearance.


    Bridget looked at Sophie’s finger, her face slightly sunken, her brow wrinkled tighter.


    “You’re okay in this case.” Bridget sensed Dixon giving her a wink and she could only hide the truth, “We’ve seen clients before who were in much worse shape than you, but they all ended up being fine.”


    “That’s good.” Sophie breathed a sigh of relief, happy from the bottom of her heart.


    Bridget is a person in the business world, and she is naturally most adept at reading words. She sat down on the sofa, maintaining her usual gentleness, “The injury on your face hasn’tpletely healed, soe back for the repair after it has healed. But this is a gradual process, you must not rush.”


    “Got it. Thank you Sister Bridget.” Sophie nodded and inclined her head to look at Dixon with a delighted smile on her face.


    At this time, Vivian winked at Dixon, and Dixon understood in a second, so he pulled Sophie, “Come, I’ll take you around the salon. Consider it a way for you to get to know in advance.”


    “Ah? Hop … appropriate?” Sophie felt that it was not good to leave Bridget here.


    Dixon couldn’t help himself, “Are you stupid, second brother and President Bridget are good friends and have something to say.”


    He reminded her, Sophie then smiled and nodded, leaving with him.


    After they had gone, Vivian gazed at Bridget with a grave gaze, “Sister Bridget, I know that it is simply impossible to repair the scars. When … my sister is in that condition, to what extent is it best to repair it?”