The Face of The Devil

On the morning of the second day, in an abandoned house at the east outskirts of Zhengzhou.

Gently peeling off the “bandage” wrapped around Chang’s head, Dr. Huang revealed a badly mutilated face; his face bones were shattered. Dr. Huang spoke with pity evident in her voice, “I can’t treat this kind of damage.

“And I can’t treat hers, either.” Dr. Huang turned her head, pointing to the hooknosed commander, who was tied up in the corner. “The incision is too big to treat, the only thing I can do is sanitize the wound and staunch the bleeding. As for your face, half of the bones are gone. I am sorry that I am not capable of reconstructing your face.”

“Thank you Dr. Huang. It’s okay as long as I don’t die from it, I’m fine with disfigurement.” Chang wrapped his face again, saying, “I apologize for stealing you from the apartment at midnight.”