Spacing out the entire time, Olivia just kept on nodding to whatever the surgeon was saying.
Eli said she's great in her field anyway, so she didn't need to worry about the possibility of a butchered nose job.
"What's your name again? I'm bad with names." Olivia briefly glanced at her to ask, touching her forehead when she felt it throb from too much thinking.
"I'm Camilla. Dr. Camilla Yu, Head Plastic Surgeon. My husband is a surgeon too but he works in Zhang Hospital." She lifted her hand, about to show off her ring as proof.
"Ooof. Right here," she said, wearing two rings in her finger. "Occupational disease. I remove it every time I wash my hands."
Olivia smiled at her, drumming her fingers on her lap. Relief flooded her as the smiling doctor seemed cordial—her smile was warm, and her overall aura was friendly. Maybe… Eli was really… really right.
