"The doctor said Harvey's face could be restored almost completely. Just now, he took some skin from Harvey's buttocks back to culture...
As he listened to Royce's report, Qin Wei was distracted, still dwelling on the man's cold snort.
"What's his name?" he suddenly interrupted Royce.
"Whose?"
"The doctor's."
"Daniel Reed, the best reconstructive surgeon in all of Gotham."
Once he had his answer, Qin Wei discreetly sent the name to Tim. His instincts told him there was something seriously wrong with this man.
For now, though, he had to set his questions aside. He had not had a proper talk with Harvey since the bus explosion on that snowy night.
He went to Harvey's room and pushed the door open after getting his permission.
Harvey was bent over his desk, writing furiously. Empty eye drop bottles covered the desktop-having lost half the skin on his face, he had to apply drops every few minutes to keep his eye moist.
"You're here!"
Harvey smiled. His once sunny, cheerful smile had become horrifying, but what really caught Qin Wei's attention was one small gesture.
Harvey turned the sheet of writing paper facedown on the desk.
Qin Wei did not call him out. They sat facing each other and discussed a few inconsequential subjects.
"What are you planning to do next?"
"We're seriously short on people right now, so I need to get our people out of prison first. Then I plan to make all the evidence we've gathered public, including the Dirty Cops' crimes and the existence of the Court of Owls."
Qin Wei had planned the first step long ago. The second had been inspired by the newspaper he had just bought on the street.
Since the Court of Owls manipulated the media and public opinion to twist right and