Chapter 398 Hit On Her âDr. Engle, whatâs going on? Is there an issue?â Deirdre could not help feeling anxious.
Meanwhile, a nurse knocked on the door and entered the office to send in some documents. She took a glance at Deirdre and asked, âWhy isnât Miss McKinnon in yet? Isnât today the day to remove her dressing?â
Dr. Engle chuckled and said, âMiss McKinnon is here, isnât she?â
The nurse was astonished. Half of Deirdreâs face was concealed by the mask, and her eyes were extremely beautiful and crystal clear. One could tell at one glance that her facial features were outstanding and beautiful.
âUh⦠Is this Miss McKinnon?â The nurse was incredulous. The skin around Deirdreâs eyes was filled with chunky scars and mangled flesh in the past. It was so bad that she did not want to take a second glance. at Deirdre after seeing her skin condition, regardless of how beautiful her eyes were.
Now that the skin around her eyes was restored impressively, her beauty was displayed naturally.
The nurse recovered from her surprise and said, âYou can tell that sheâs beautiful after half of her face is restored. If the other half is restored, perhaps not even a celebrity can compare to her.â
Her compliment was overrated, yet Deirdre could not help feeling pleased. She touched her forehead and felt her skin, previously riddled with scars, to be smooth and fine now. The terrifying scars had vanished, and her skin felt as tender as a teenage girlâs.
âKyran⦠How would he react if he were to see me now?â
Deirdre could not help clenching her hands nervously. Kyran wanted to come with her initially, but she ordered him to stay in the room because she was worried about his injury and her surgery being a failure. She felt eager to show him now.
âMay I leave, Dr. Engle?â
âAre you going back to show Mr. Reed your recovery?â Dr. Engle teased her. He chuckled and said when he noticed Deirdreâs embarrassment, âGo but come back for the wound dressing next week.â
âThank you so much.â
Deirdre felt her heart burning with eagerness as she walked along the wall.
Half of her face was restored, but the areas around her cheeks were the most severely injured.
She walked to the room according to her memory. Suddenly, she heard the sound of footsteps coming from behind her. Soon afterward, a man stood before her.
âHello, pretty. You have very beautiful eyes. Can I have your number?â
âMy number?
Deirdre was astonished in the beginning. Why would someone ask for her number? She wondered if the person was trying to ridicule her on purpose, but she then realized that the upper half of her face had almost fully recovered and that she had a mask on.
It was only natural for another person to think that the area of her face under her eyes was not covered in scars.
Deirdre could not help feeling sad and declined the man by saying softly, âIâm sorry, but I canât give you my number.â
Deirdre was worried the man would be furious when she declined his request. She was scared that the man would find her unappreciative, yet the man was only dejected for a moment before he said, â
Understandable. After all, youâre so beautiful. Iâm sure that countless people want your number. It will be troubling for you to give your number to everyone.â
Deirdre raised her head and said calmly, âIâm not beautiful.â
âYour eyes! Your eyes are beautiful, so Iâm sure the rest of your face is just as beautiful. Also, you have a good complexion. You will surely be even more breathtaking when you remove your mask.â The man smiled confidently and then came to notice Deirdreâs unfocused eyes. âWhatâs with your eyes?â
âHmm, Iâm blind. I canât see.â