The old man's face turned ashen, his deep secrets unearthed, leaving him momentarily disoriented.
"You thought you destroyed everything, but coincidentally, the entire process of your plastic surgery was saved on a computer. Your huge fire destroyed the hospital, but not the hard drive. This hard drive has been preserved and I had technicians recover it. Would you like to review the process of your plastic surgery?"
Shi Yuhuan closed the file, then slid it across the table, leaning back on the sofa and raising an eyebrow, inviting the old man to take a look.
The old man braced himself with both hands on the table, his eyes unsteady and wild.
After a while, as if embracing his exposure, he confessed everything. He chuckled as he glared at Shi Yuhuan: "I knew long ago that keeping you alive was a mistake, but you are too tenacious. I can't remember how many times I've tried to kill you, but you've always slipped away!"
