Two days ago.
Dr. Howard was in his clinic discussing a patient’s surgical plan with his proud disciple, Cohen.
This patient was a veteran French movie star.
She was in her sixties and was once a world-renowned beauty in her youth.
But now, time has taken its toll.
"The lifting procedure might just be a bit too much, so the degree of hairline recession seems..."
"How about we do some hair transplantation for her?"
"Should we get a Turkish doctor over?"
"In any case..."
At this moment, the receptionist nurse informed them that a patient had arrived.
"Ah! Doctor, my back hurts so much! I need a painkiller! Vicodin..."
This patient was a burly white man who came in demanding Vicodin.
Dr. Howard was getting older, and in terms of surgery, he mostly left it to Cohen.
He trusted his student.
He tried to use his experience to help his student.
Since experience was his advantage.
What exactly was up with this guy in front of him?
Howard saw it at a glance.
Of course, Cohen was an excellent student; he immediately wanted to chase this guy away.
But Dr. Howard had an idea.
"Cohen, go ahead and do your work, I want to chat with this patient alone."
This was strange, but as a student, Dr. Cohen could only comply.
When Cohen left, only Howard and the patient remained in the room.
The old man smiled.
"You’re addicted, aren’t you?"
"What, what are you talking about!"
"I’m sorry if I’m being blunt, but facts are facts."
"You..."
"Don’t be angry, I can prescribe you the medicine."
"Then just prescribe it for me."
"I haven’t finished speaking yet."
"You have conditions?"
"Of course, sir, but my condition is quite simple."
"What exactly is the condition?"
"You know the clinic on G Street, right?"
"Ah?"
"You went to that clinic to get the same prescription."
"What?"
"Just do as I say, whether or not you get the prescription from that clinic, I’ll give you...how about double?"
The burly white man’s eyes lit up when he heard Howard’s ’condition.’
He mentioned giving ’double.’
...
Now.
Exiting the bar and returning to the car.
The nightlife in San Diego was still quite beautiful.
It was already a coastal city.
At night, the brilliant neon lights and the harbor lights complemented each other.
Even more beautiful.
But Zhou Mo Sen had no time to appreciate this.
Could this be a lousy story?
Zhou Mo Sen was unsure.
"Do you have a particular purpose?"
Upon asking this, Alice burst into laughter.
"I said, didn’t I? I want to become a vampire."
Zhou Mo Sen still frowned, "Dr. Howard is also a plastic surgeon, why don’t you ask him to help you?"
This was a good question.
But after hearing this, Alice gave a look that said he was stupid.
"Because he won’t help me!"
Yes, it was just that simple.
Zhou Mo Sen quickly understood as well; obviously, Dr. Howard, as a father, did not want his daughter to become a ’real’ vampire.
"So, you came to me?"
Alice replied: "That’s right. Besides, I’ve heard your name from his mouth before. It seems he wants you to become his subordinate."
Upon hearing this, Zhou Mo Sen immediately recalled many details, especially those involving Dr. Howard and his wife from the other day.
This old guy really wanted to recruit him.
Because of this, he spread rumors, ruining my clinic?
The logic held, but Zhou Mo Sen thought of more.
Could the spread of this rumor be so fast?
Is it possible that before meeting that day, the rumor had already started to spread?
Zhou Mo Sen thought of this because he thought about Monroe.
Monroe deserved to die, but he wasn’t a fool.
He had just become the owner of a clinic.
A better life lay ahead of him.
But he went to Tijuana instead.
Got himself into huge debt there.
Now, thinking about this, things seemed not so simple.
Is it possible that this rumor was spreading before Monroe died?
Of course, Zhou Mo Sen currently had no evidence.
Alice, seeing Zhou Mo Sen silent for a while, couldn’t help but wave her hand in front of his eyes.
"What are you thinking?"
"Oh, nothing."
Seeing him come back to his senses, Alice continued: "I’ve said so much, shouldn’t you show some sincerity too?"
Sincerity?
Zhou Mo Sen understood what this girl wanted, and during this time, many of the original Dr. Zhou Mosen’s plastic surgery techniques had already become his.
So, after examining Alice’s face carefully.
Zhou Mo Sen reached out and lifted her chin.
"Actually, your face already resembles a vampire. To make it more so, you can insert implants into your ears to make them pointed. If you want a better effect, you can use rib cartilage."
Then he opened her lips.
"Knock out the canines and replace them with longer porcelain teeth. I think that’s enough. As for the eyes, you can only wear colored contacts, check with an ophthalmologist, they should have red ones."
To be honest, Zhou Mo Sen’s vampire transformation plan was quite good.
But Alice seemed unsatisfied, "Is that all?"
Zhou Mo Sen shrugged helplessly, "You already look a lot like a vampire."
To Alice, that seemed like a compliment.
The girl smiled, quite happily.
Suddenly Zhou Mo Sen asked.
"Why did you come to me? Was it just because you heard of my reputation? And your father won’t help you?"
He deliberately used the word reputation.
It was actually a kind of probing.
Alice didn’t catch it and gave a more surprising reason.
"Dr. Howard doesn’t like me, this daughter of his."
A child in their teenage years or rebellious phase.
Having a conflict with their parents is actually quite normal.
But Zhou Mo Sen heard that Alice’s situation might be different.
"Why?"
This question made Zhou Mo Sen feel embarrassed.
That night, he asked too many ’whys.’
But Alice was very happy, as if waiting for Zhou Mo Sen to ask.
"Because he’s someone who likes perfect things."
Perfect?
Zhou Mo Sen instantly recalled the night he met Dr. Howard.
He couldn’t help but think of Evelyn.
There was no need to ask, Evelyn was Alice’s stepmother.
The age difference was secondary, the key was that they were completely different.
This family was quite complicated.
Alice continued, "Do you want to know more?"
Zhou Mo Sen shook his head, "Thank you, but I still advise you, don’t get plastic surgery, don’t become a vampire."
After saying this, regardless of Alice’s reaction.
He started the car.
...
"I must become a vampire!"
It was late, and Zhou Mo Sen certainly wouldn’t leave a girl on the street.
Of course, he didn’t return to the Howard family either.
Alice rented an apartment elsewhere.
When they arrived, she got out of the car and said the above words.
It was clear the girl had made up her mind.
However, don’t forget, to have plastic surgery in the United States.
You need to pass a mental health evaluation first.
If this girl can really pass the evaluation, and wants Dr. Zhou Mo Sen to perform the surgery.
Then let her be.
Zhou Mo Sen didn’t think much, as soon as he got home, he started looking for things.
Soon, a black notebook was in his hands.
He opened it and read it.
Not long later, Zhou Mo Sen turned on his computer and opened Google.
Entered a name and quickly came up with many search results.
He searched carefully until he found something labeled ’Little Rock Beauty Queen.’
Clicked on it.
The web page featured an introduction about the beauty pageant.
Most importantly, about the contestants.
The third place name was:
Erin McCarthy (Eileen McCathy).
"Wow, it really is her."