Adopting A Stray Cat Chapter 433 Terrifying Surgery1

Chapter 433: Chapter 433 Terrifying Surgery_1

Given how Ye You spoke, it seed he had already made up his mind.

Qin Sisi nodded, choosing not to interject, realizing that this matter was out of her hands.

Ye You cast a glance at Tang Xiaomo standing behind Qin Sisi. He wed a few tis, communicating his plan to Qin Sisi.

Qin Sisi bit her lip, pointing at the handso man lying next to An Ya Jing and said, "Will that guy here cause trouble? Should we make him pass out first?"

Ye You rely gave the handso man a look and calmly replied, "No need, he can bear witness."

With a touch of pity, Qin Sisi glanced at the handso man. She then turned to Tang Xiaomo and said, "Since you want your face back so badly, how about you do it yourself?"

Tang Xiaomo’s expression fluctuated. She asked, "What do you an?"

"Follow ." After saying those words, Qin Sisi left An Ya Jing’s bedroom and headed back to Anhe’s room.

Tang Xiaomo followed Qin Sisi, her thoughts in turmoil, unsure of what Qin Sisi was planning.

As a weak ghost, she didn’t have the power to reclaim her face; otherwise, she wouldn’t have sought Qin Sisi’s help.

Looking at Anhe, Qin Sisi noticed his arms were out from under the covers. His hands were more slender than most n’s hands, appearing rather nimble.

She spoke softly, "These hands are pretty incredible, capable of pulling off such a miraculous face swap surgery. To retrieve your face, you’ll have to rely on these hands."

Tang Xiaomo’s complexion turned even paler. Her eyes drifted down to Anhe’s nimble hands. Barely above a whisper, she asked, "What do you want

to do?"

Qin Sisi faced her, her voice deep, "I will place your soul temporarily into Anhe’s brain to control his thoughts. Whatever you want him to do, he’ll do it."

Tang Xiaomo paused for a mont before quickly replying, "Okay."

Then she asked confusedly, "Why can’t I just directly control his body?"

Qin Sisi explained, "Your spiritual power isn’t strong enough to control his body. Moreover, even if you could control his body, could you be sure to remove that face intact without endangering An Ya Jing’s life?"

Tang Xiaomo hesitated, then shook her head.

Anhe was indeed a skilled surgeon with a high reputation at the city’s number one hospital.

Tang Xiaomo, being a young girl with no dical knowledge, was obviously leagues away from Anhe.

"Are you ready?" Qin Sisi asked.

Tang Xiaomo took a deep breath and nodded firmly, "I’m ready."

Just as Qin Sisi was about to signal Ye You to make his move, sothing occurred to her. She solemnly said to Tang Xiaomo, "We agreed to only retrieve your face without hurting her life. If you try to kill her while the opportunity arises, even if you manage to take that pretty face, I can make sure it won’t attach back to you."

Tang Xiaomo’s expression montarily halted, a hint of reluctance in her eyes. Realizing Qin Sisi’s plan, Tang Xiaomo indeed considered killing An Ya Jing.

Under the serious gaze of Qin Sisi, Tang Xiaomo finally reluctantly nodded, "I understand."

Only then did Qin Sisi turn to signal Ye You. Ye You jumped off her shoulder, walked behind Tang Xiaomo, lifted his claw to condense a ball of blue light, and lightly slapped Tang Xiaomo’s back.

With that, Tang Xiaomo’s ghost started to float towards Anhe. After hovering above his head for a mont, her form dissolved into a wisp of faint smoke and entered Anhe’s forehead.

About ten minutes later, Anhe, who was fast asleep on the bed, suddenly opened his eyes. Sitting straight up, he stared blankly straight ahead.

"Cut off An Ya Jing’s face."

"Cut off An Ya Jing’s face."

...

These words echoed in Anhe’s mind, gradually becoming his only thought.

He turned and got out of bed, put on the black-frad glasses resting on the bedside table, walked to the wardrobe, opened a drawer, and took out a small, delicate box.

Inside the box was a scalpel shining with a cold, silver light, its thin blade incredibly sharp.

With the scalpel in hand, Anhe began to move sowhat rigidly towards An Ya Jing’s room.

Qin Sisi, hidden in an invisible bubble, followed Anhe into An Ya Jing’s room.

An Ya Jing and her boyfriend were still sound asleep, completely unaware of the impending danger.

Suddenly, Qin Sisi asked Ye You, "Getting cut hurts a lot. What if she wakes up and struggles?"

Ye You thought for a bit, then raised his claw to condense another ball of blue light, flinging it at An Ya Jing and her boyfriend.

The blue light enveloped the two figures, flickered a few tis, then disappeared.

In that instant when the blue light disappeared, An Ya Jing and her boyfriend woke from their sleep, looking surprised at the sight of Anhe entering their room.

"Dad, why are you in my room?"

This question ca to An Ya Jing’s mind, but when she tried to voice it, she found she could produce no sound.

A feeling of dread surged in An Ya Jing’s heart. She tried to sit up and turn on the light, but no matter her efforts, her body lay limply on the bed, unable to move.

An Ya Jing was confused and panicked, not understanding what was going on.

When she caught sight of the sharp scalpel in Anhe’s hand out of the corner of her eye, the terrifying realization hit her, and a strong sense of fear engulfed her.

"Dad, don’t do it. It’s , Jing Jing, your daughter!"

An Ya Jing cried out in her mind, but her lips remained sealed tight. Her terrified and desolate eyes were glued to Anhe, who was drawing nearer.

An Ya Jing’s boyfriend was in the sa state, mute and immobilized, able only to take in what was happening around him.

He was still trying to make sense of the situation when he witnessed the most horrifying scene of his life.

Anhe silently walked over to An Ya Jing, lifted the scalpel, and started to cut at An Ya Jing’s face.

His actions were neither rushed nor slow, extrely professional and skilled, as if he had practiced this countless tis.

Engulfed by the overwhelming pain, An Ya Jing’s mind started to drift, her mories taking her back five years.

Back then, she was a rather ugly young girl. Her desk mate was inferior in all aspects but enjoyed imnse popularity in the class due to her pretty face.

Whenever the boys talked to her desk mate, they always spoke gently and their eyes sparkled with admiration.

However, whenever she needed to interact with the boys, these shallow boys always responded coldly, ridiculed her, and looked down on her with contempt.