Plastic Surgeon: Beauty, Greed, and Sadness
Beneath the Skin “Fake.”
“Fake.”
Without touching, I could see that her white D cups came from artificial, and were made of the cheapest materials, coupled with improper maintenance, which had caused one big and one small postoperative symptoms.
I lied about something and left the hotel in a hurry. There was a low sob
behind her. Being left behind by the object of a one-night stand is probably a great shame in life. But perhaps from the beginning, she knew that her poor “work” could not escape my eyes.
I am a breast plastic surgeon, male. This label has always made the eyes of new acquaintances shine, both men and women, who often ask, either directly or implicitly, “Is your job exciting?”
My answer may disappoint them.
A private plastic surgery clinic is a place where people get paid to do things. Money makes the world go around, and I am the ghost who puts on the gorgeous skin for them.
But when I raise the scalpel, I always think of the girl in the previous article. Her life, it wasn’t meant to be. The day before
the consultation, I was too nervous to sleep, so I went for a drink, hoping that the alcohol would extinguish my remaining conscience. Thinking of the income I was about to get, I gritted my teeth and chose a bar that I was reluctant to go to before.
The bar is on the top floor of the city’s tallest building, and the French windows reflect a pair of modern men and women, as well as a brilliant night scene. As soon as I entered the door, I was attracted by a beautiful silhouette beside the bar. Dressed in a tight black dress, her concave and convex body was undoubtedly exposed, her chest was undulating and beautiful, but she did not deliberately scratch her head, even with a little shyness and uneasiness.
I was staring at her back in a daze, and as soon as she looked back, she just touched my eyes.
It’s her! Compared with the photos I saw before, she is more pure and lovely in reality. She smiles slightly and her clear eyes are like a rabbit mixed into a wolf pack.
I suddenly understood why the employer was so afraid of her. That kind of breath on her body, let the man’s protective desire and animal desire be aroused at the same time, collide and entangle each other.
“Have a drink together?”
I didn’t expect her to take the initiative. In addition to my handsome appearance, she must also regard me as a high-spending cheater who often comes here.
She got herself half drunk. An hour later, we arrived at the hotel downstairs. I knew I should leave now, but curiosity drove me to find out. As
she shyly and hesitantly took off her clothes, I couldn’t help but laugh in my heart: “You’re already in a place like this, do you still need to play the role of an innocent girl?” I didn’t understand the reason for her hesitation
until she took off the last dress. The
deformed breast was obviously caused by the failure of the last breast augmentation operation. No wonder she was anxious to do it again, otherwise the lover she caught would fly. As a breast plastic surgeon, her fake breasts lack any beauty and technology, and the physiological reaction of discomfort makes me not want to look at them more.
I don’t even think it’s necessary to cooperate with my employer to punish her. Her ugly body will soon be rejected by her lover.
Employer
My employer’s name is Sister Wang. When I found her, she was still my patient. Yeah, it’s a patient, not a client. At that time, I was still working in the plastic surgery department of a top three hospital. Public hospitals are strictly controlled, and it is forbidden to go out to do private work, but you can open a number on the Internet to do some popular science publicity, so there are many “big V” in our department, and Sister Wang came to us through my account. Do
you only earn ten or twenty thousand yuan a month now? My sister just went to a plastic surgery clinic recently. If you go, I’ll give you 100,000 yuan a month. How about that?
“100,000?!” This is almost half of my salary. Why are
you so surprised? At present there are five or six thousand regular medical and aesthetic institutions in Taiwan, but there are only three or four thousand licensed doctors. A young doctor who studies in your hospital for a month can double his income when he goes back. You’re worth the money.
“Although you are young and inexperienced, you are handsome. As a plastic surgeon, beauty is the most important thing.” The first time we met, Sister Wang spoke bluntly.
Sister Wang’s words were harsh, but I couldn’t shake my face on the spot when I was praised as handsome.
In fact, my skills are only normal in public hospitals, but compared with private plastic surgery clinics, we have more professional knowledge. Take Shuiguang needle for example, the operators of private plastic surgery clinics do not know the situation of subcutaneous tissue, dare not start, usually hit very lightly, naturally no effect. But here, the punch is in place, the effect is doubled, and the price is only a fraction of the private plastic surgery clinic. After
several times, the projects I did for Sister Wang were very successful. She decided that I was the most “talented and beautiful” doctor in the hospital, and even when I was not good at the project, I was always appointed to do it. The environment in
public hospitals is so bad that nurses have no sense of service at all. As soon as I swipe my medical insurance card, I can see all my plastic surgery records. There is no privacy at all. If I hadn’t been here for you, I wouldn’t have come!
Sister Wang’s face was injected with too much hyaluronic acid, and it was swollen like her wallet. She was covered with Logo and wanted to stick the RMB on her body. As a former flight attendant, she came to our hospital every three or five times in order to keep her rich husband’s heart. “There are no ugly women, only poor women” is what Sister Wang says. Indeed, her face is no less than ten years younger than her real age, and every inch of her skin is real gold and silver.
That day, Wang Jie finished the areola reduction plastic surgery, and finally let the chest completely return to the state before giving birth to a child. During the follow-up visit, in a moment of joy, she began to dig me in the consulting room.
I felt dizzy.
Think of their own way, five years of medical school clinical related professional study, three years of standardized resident training, eight years to be a qualified plastic surgeon, every day is as busy and tired as a war. This is just the beginning. There are at least three operations a day in public hospitals, and there are quite a few difficult and complicated diseases. The longest operation was a complete set of patients, which took nearly ten hours. When I came down from the operating table, my hands were shaking and I was not in the mood to appreciate the perfect work I had just finished.
Over the years, I have seen and touched thousands of breasts, from the internal structure to the external contour, as if they were not patients, but on my own body. Thinking that he had chosen this career impulsively at the age when he could not move his legs when he saw the girl, he could only laugh. The initial pursuit of “excitement” has long since disappeared with work. For me, breasts are just ordinary human organs to feed myself.
My monthly salary is not enough to buy a one-square-meter house in the outer suburbs of the city. It’s hard not to be moved when you receive a job offer with a monthly income of 100,000 yuan.
“But I want to ask you a small favor.”
I knew there was no free lunch in the world, but I didn’t expect that Sister Wang’s request was to gamble with my life.
Sister Wang invited me to a coffee shop far away from the hospital and pulled out a picture of a beautiful girl from her mobile phone.
“Her name is Chin Ssu-yu. She used to be my husband’s secretary.”
From Sister Wang’s resentful expression, I have guessed the identity of the girl. Not to mention, the girl in the photo is somewhat similar to Sister Wang between her eyebrows and eyes. Men always like the same type of girl, one is old and decrepit, they will unconsciously find another substitute. The only difference is that her face should be original. Naturally,
I won’t tell the truth: “Sister Wang, she looks far worse than you.”
Sister Wang couldn’t hide a smile at the corners of her mouth. “Smelly boy, you’re the only one with a sweet mouth.”. I still have confidence in my face and the breasts you made, but I also have to guard against those foxes. I heard that she was inquiring about the hospital for breast augmentation surgery recently, and I have arranged for someone to introduce her to the clinic I invested in. I hope you will perform the operation for her.
I looked around nervously and lowered my voice. “What do you want me to do?”? Do you want me to tamper with the operation? That’s against the law!
“Don’t say it’s that serious. I read a novel that said that when breast augmentation with autologous fat was used, an excessive amount of fat was injected into a single track of the breast at one time. There was no difference in a short time, but after a while the fat would liquefy and die. If it was serious, the whole breast would have to be cut off, and it would be impossible to judge whether it was a complication of the operation.” Sister Wang spoke plausibly with a relaxed expression, as if this had nothing to do with her. “I just want to teach that fox spirit a lesson, so that she won’t have the capital to seduce men anymore!”.
Women can be so cruel. In the noisy coffee shop, I could hear the sound of Wang Jie gnashing her teeth, which made me shudder. I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry about her medical proposal, but in the hands of plastic surgeons, it was not entirely impossible to smash the chest without being noticed, and I hesitated.
Sister Wang saw my hesitation and took the opportunity to increase her salary: “What good is it to be a doctor all your life? If you want to be the director of my sister’s plastic surgery clinic, it’s just a matter of my words. I don’t know how many hundred thousand yuan a month you’ll earn!”. Sister Wang and
I became accomplices. Perhaps, from the very beginning, my impure original intention doomed me to bow to money.
But I didn’t expect that the first meeting with Qin Siyu was earlier than expected. Although
the scar
was as disgusting as eating a fly, the day after I left Qin Siyu for a high reward, I showed up at Sister Wang’s plastic surgery clinic as promised.
“Is it you?!” Through the mask, she recognized me. In the
consulting room, Qin Siyu changed into a white T-shirt, jeans, white sneakers, and a simple ponytail, like a student just out of society, different from the previous night. Scheming women are chameleons. I
didn’t want to talk to her, so I coldly carried out the consultation procedure: “Take off your clothes.” I couldn’t help frowning at the sight of those ugly breasts
again.
It’s ugly, isn’t it? She saw my attitude and said, “That’s why I want to switch to autologous fat this time.”
I tried to keep the doctor’s calm and objective tone: “This kind of problem is very common, and most of them are caused by improper surgery and poor prosthesis materials in small clinics.”. Although breast augmentation with autologous fat is a little more expensive than breast augmentation with implants, it is more effective.
“To..” How much is it
I pushed the price list in front of her. No wonder the salary of private hospitals is so high. The price is enough to make a complete set in public hospitals.
Seeing the price, she hesitated: “So it’s so expensive, but I heard that your hospital has voluntary surgery, which is free.”? Do you think I’m qualified? She lowered her head and took out her medical record book.
Voluntary surgery? It turned out that Sister Wang cheated her by this means. She is too simple. How can she recruit volunteers for plastic surgery? On second thought, how can a woman who is a mistress be simple? Maybe she just wants to take advantage of it. Can you make the cheapest one
for me? I don’t want to spend too much money on your hospital. I just want to achieve the most basic results. Pretending to be a white lotus flower
again, I couldn’t help laughing in my heart.
Our surgical standards are the same, and there is no such thing as lowering the standard for less money. You’re so young and beautiful, how can you be so undemanding of your own body?
“Maybe because I’m not qualified..” Her voice trailed off and her head dropped deeply.
I was too lazy to pay attention to her and continued to follow the process.
Suddenly, I was stunned by the words “radical mastectomy” in my medical history. It turned out that the one-centimeter scar under her armpit did not come from breast augmentation surgery. What Sister Wang wanted to destroy was something she had long lost! What surprised
me more was that her breast cancer surgery and breast augmentation surgery were only four months apart!
You know, in order to prevent breast cancer recurrence, doctors usually recommend that patients have breast reconstruction at least six months after breast cancer treatment, and if possible, try to wait until two years later. But she had breast augmentation surgery ahead of time, and she was so cheap that she chose a third-rate clinic that needed her to rework and repair now!
“How can you not be responsible for your own health?” The whole consulting room echoed with my roar.
She froze.
Moments later, with tears on her face, she confessed to me like a child who had done something wrong: My boyfriend at that time thought I was incomplete because I had surgery and wanted to break up with me. In order to keep him, I did breast augmentation surgery despite the doctor’s obstruction. If the doctors in the public hospitals don’t agree, I will.
What a stupid woman! At the beginning, I ignored the health of breast augmentation for a man, and now I have to repair the last failed operation for another man! She is a patient, do not want to take good care of the body, but want to use the body to continue to exchange for some money, I am contemptuous of her, is pitiful.
I suppressed my anger, and whatever her intentions, the operation that was my future would go on.
I quickly planned to give her a painless repair to maintain this ugly shape, and then she would either stop or be exposed, and Sister Wang would be able to hand over the job. In order to avoid getting into unnecessary trouble, I asked her to go to the hospital to review the prognosis of breast cancer: “Even if the prognosis is good, I have to reassess the remaining condition of your tissue. If there is more tissue, you can do autologous fat transplantation.”. If not handled properly, it may affect your health.
“It doesn’t matter. It’s already relapsed.” When she said this, she smiled as if she were talking about someone else.
I didn’t finally agree to operate on her. Although I am not a plastic surgeon with medical ethics, I still don’t want to cross the bottom line of being a man. As expected,
Sister Wang flew into a rage and withdrew all her previous promises. I don’t want to ask if she knows that Qin Siyu is suffering from cancer and her days are numbered. Working under such a woman is like asking a tiger for its skin. Fortunately, I kept an eye on it and did not formally submit my resignation to the hospital. I was able to go back to the small office of the third-level hospital and continue my work, which did not earn much but was very reassuring.
I have more and more patients, many of whom have suffered losses in private plastic surgery clinics and come to us for repair. Some people’s double eyelids were cut, and there were two strips of meat hanging on their eyelids; some people filled their noses with ribs on their bodies, resulting in expiratory dyspnoea, and they could not even speak clearly; some people’s chest was injected with illegal drugs a few years ago, and they were all drooping to the navel, and the filling was like mud. Every time I see them, I will think of Qin Siyu. The
pursuit of beauty has been the desire of human beings for thousands of years. Modern technology has given us the opportunity to rebuild our appearance, but it has also made some people fall deeper and deeper. More and more people prefer to believe that the person in the beauty camera is their true self, rather than accept their original appearance. They lie on the operating table, either actively or passively. Under the tip of the knife, it looks like a blind box, which contains their expectations for a new life. But can a new skin really create a new life?
Once again, I heard the news of Qin Siyu in the social news. A woman who underwent autologous fat breast enhancement surgery in an irregular beauty salon died of shock during liposuction due to improper surgery.
Although my face was blurred, I recognized it at a glance. The media did not mention her illness and chose a picture of her in a tight dress. Netizens have left messages, a look is not a serious woman, in order to lose her life for breast augmentation, more people dig out her black history of seducing the boss and being driven out of the company by the boss’s wife. This landlady must be Sister Wang. “I just want to take these two ugly things out of my chest and leave as I am,” she told me in a low voice, echoing in
my eyes as she held her breasts. In the end, I came to her memorial service according to the information on the social news. Few people
came to say goodbye to her, and her seemingly honest parents took me as her friend and thanked me a thousand times for coming to see her off. Just as I was about to leave, a boy appeared at the door of the mourning hall, sobbing.
Her parents suddenly ran over like crazy and dragged the boy to fight. Through their conversation, which was full of crying and resentment, I learned that he was the ex-boyfriend who forced her to go on the road of plastic surgery. And the truth is not what I know.
She was indeed the former secretary of Wang Jie’s husband, but she never seduced Wang Jie’s husband, but was sexually assaulted by him in the office on the grounds of overtime. Wang Jie, who came to catch adultery, witnessed this scene. Instead of holding her husband accountable, she blamed everything on her. She even threatened that if she dared to report to the police, she would claim that she had seduced her. She was kicked out of the company without any severance pay, but at that time she was diagnosed with breast cancer, and the operation exhausted all her savings. The secret of the
sexual assault was eventually known by her boyfriend.
The boy cried in the corner of the mourning hall: “I am a coward!”! I didn’t dare to admit that I disliked her because of that incident. After she got sick, I found an excuse to break up with her. I didn’t expect that she would get breast implants because of my words, and finally lose her life!
“Siyu is just too simple. From childhood to adulthood, she believed everything others said. Why is this child so stupid?”. Her parents cried their hearts out.
Yeah, she’s as simple as her eyes. Before she left the clinic
that day, she confessed to me that it was her first time to go to the bar, because she knew she had little time, so she dared to do something that she had not dared to do in the past. Like getting drunk, like trying to have a one-night stand, proving that you’re not so ugly that you’re useless.
“It’s so lonely to leave this world alone.” She smiled. “But I was a coward in the end. It’s a good thing it was you that day. Otherwise I wouldn’t have found any excuse to run away.”
She didn’t know my dirty thoughts until the end. At the end of the day,
Wang Jie’s plastic surgery clinic business was booming, and soon began to prepare to open a branch. The skin I made for her became her publicity tool: “You see how natural my breasts are, and my face, it’s all done in our home clinic, and the technology is much better than in a public hospital!” On the opening day of the
branch, Sister Wang and her husband held hands intimately, playing the drama of a loving couple starting a business together. Accompanied by the roaring sound of gun salutes, the big screen in the clinic hall showed the surveillance video of Wang Jie’s husband harassing female employees, as well as the information of Wang Jie’s plastic surgery in our hospital, which was the result of many searches by Qin Siyu’s ex-boyfriend and me.
It was a sensation, and of course the hospital knew about it, and I had to resign. This time, several plastic surgery clinics offered me an olive branch, offering a higher salary than Wang Jie had promised.
Private plastic surgery is a place where people get paid to do things. I have gradually become accustomed to the face of fanatical beauty seekers, which star red will copy whose face, which body fire will reshape which posture. It’s just that I always reiterate my professional advice when I decide on a plastic surgery plan. I just hope that those beautiful skins created from my hands will sincerely say like that girl in the future,
“Fortunately, it was you that day.”
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