"Master Yu, I was wrong."
Wang Xiaohua lowered her head. No matter how she looked at it, she had more or less had something to do with the singer's body going missing earlier.
"Remember, using a whole human-skin mask on a body like this can indeed give it a perfect face."
"But it isn't ideal. I recommend using small pieces of artificial skin to restore her face bit by bit."
Seeing how obedient Wang Xiaohua was, the old master sighed and shared some of his experience.
Before long.
He slowly applied small pieces of artificial skin to the corpse's face.
In just half an hour.
All the damaged areas on the corpse's face had been repaired.
This was what the old master was capable of. Even Wang Xiaohua had to marvel at how fast he worked.
Although Wang Xiaohua knew how to do it, if she actually had to do it herself, she would inevitably have to stay up all night again.
"Master Yu!"
Just then, Lin Fan walked in. Seeing the old master busy at work, he hurried forward and handed him a bag. "This is your favorite Fenjiu. I heard you were on duty today, so I brought it especially for you."
On his way over.
He had made a special stop to buy two bottles of liquor. Master Yu and his master were very close.
When he was little.
Lin Fan often saw Master Yu drinking Fenjiu with his master. On holidays, his master would also have him deliver Fenjiu to Master Yu as a gift.
That was why he had always remembered the man's preference.
"Oh, it's you, Fan."
Master Yu looked up. When he saw Lin Fan, a smile that had not appeared in a long time crossed his face. "You could have just come.