A slender finger pointed at the shadowless lamp.
"When can I truly lie on the operating table?"
"Aren't you truly lying on the operating table right now?"
"Master, you should understand what I mean."
"I understand, but I think you don't need cosmetic surgery right now."
The fine sweat on Nurse Megan Fox's skin mirrored the intensity of their recent battle.
However, her ambition was completely undisguised.
Zhou Mo Sen's tone was almost commanding.
He knew this girl; she had an obsession with plastic surgery like no other.
Constantly getting surgery, similar to Kim Kardashian, possibly even more extreme.
Moreover, Megan went for the sexy style.
Many of her photos had this kind of emphasis on (・ｖ・).
Could Nurse Megan follow Dr. Zhou's 'command'?
"Master, I'll listen to you."
Yet, being called master constantly made Zhou Mo Sen somewhat helpless.
"There's no need to always call me that."
Upon hearing this, Megan withdrew her finger and traced circles on Dr. Zhou's chest.
