Chen Miao's thinking was simple. Since he couldn't guarantee the stitching would succeed and didn't want to waste the materials, why not let someone who knew what she was doing handle it?
And Shi Manman was naturally the best choice.
"Here's the thing. I'd like to use a different method to restore Luo Yucheng's face."
Shi Manman asked in confusion, "What method?"
"I talk, you do."
"I know a method for restoring faces, but I don't have the skill to carry it out. So I'd like you to do it, and I'll tell you how."
Shi Manman understood, then shook her head.
"If all you do is give me verbal instructions, I might not meet your requirements."
Shi Manman added, "If you can demonstrate it a few times, I should be able to understand your instructions."
"You don't need to teach me every little detail. I just need to understand what you mean. I'll adjust the specifics based on my own experience."
Hearing her words, Chen Miao took out his phone and checked the time.
Three thirty in the afternoon. There was still time.
That thing appeared after Chen Miao fell asleep, and the earliest he ever went to bed was ten, so there was still time.
"All right, then. But what should we practice on?"
Shi Manman walked over to a cabinet, opened it, and took out a model head.
"We'll use this. Give me a moment to hollow it out until it looks like Luo Yucheng's, so you can tailor your demonstration to his case."
As she spoke, Shi Manman put her gloves and mask back on.
Carrying the model head, which looked as though it was made of modeling clay or some other material, she went over to the corpse and began making sweeping alterations as she