Chapter: 969

“There's no need for you to stay in the hospital. You can leave after some rest."

Norah stood by the bedside, gazing at Rosalee with a look of sympathy.

She was unaware of Rosalee's circumstances but had done her duty as a doctor.

The nurse retrieved a shawl from the lounge, which Norah then placed around Rosalee.

"I have other matters to attend to. I must go," she stated.

Rosalee grasped her hand, her voice choked with emotion. “Dr. Wilson, can my face ever heal?"

"The scar on your face is too extensive; it won't heal without undergoing full facial plastic surgery."

Rosalee understood that the gash on her face was too long to be remedied by a simple skin transplant.

She had thrived in the entertainment industry for many years, but now she had to abandon her career in showbiz. It really broke her heart.

She forced a bitter smile and said, “Thank you, Dr. Wilson. I understand."

It was entirely that director's fault! A fierce hatred welled up within her. Without her beautiful face, her future would be destroyed.

It was all because of that director! She had to make him pay!

With her heart filled with hatred, she clenched her fists, plotting her revenge.

Just as Norah was about to leave, she turned back and asked, “Have you heard of the Supernatural Doctor?"

Rosalee nodded and replied, "Yes."

She sometimes came across international news stories mentioning the Supernatural Doctor. This doctor was rumored to possess extraordinary abilities and be capable of curing any illness.

"The Supernatural Doctor created a special scar removal cream. If you need it, you can look for it on the international black market. If you can get it, the scar on your face will gradually fade."

Upon hearing this, the despondent Rosalee was suddenly taken aback.

The idea that the scar removal cream could heal her face reignited her hope. This was the first time she had heard of it, but since Norah mentioned it, Rosalee believed it must exist.

Watching Norah's retreating figure, she began to cry tears of gratitude.

She whispered, "Thank you."

Norah had treated her wound and shared such vital information with her.

Her fingers brushed the gauze on her face, and her eyes grew cold.

Avenging the director was now her top priority.