Chapter 584: Giving Back a Gift (Part 1)

In the morning, Mr. Anderson rushed to Zhengyifang Beauty Salon hungry. He didn't eat breakfast because he knew that he had to make full preparations before the operation. It was originally prepared for today's operation, but the operation was canceled. Just in case, Mr. Anderson didn't eat breakfast either.

"Well, Mr. Anderson, do you want to try our Huaxia's special breakfast?" Guo Tailai didn't eat too much, and immediately suggested: "There is not far downstairs, pancake fruit, you can understand it as a pancake egg sandwich, or Egg burgers, whatever you want."

"Can I have breakfast? Is it okay?" Mr. Anderson is indeed a little hungry. He didn't eat dinner yesterday, and he hasn't eaten breakfast today. He has a hypoglycemia reaction, which is very uncomfortable.

"Of course!" Guo Tailai greeted, and asked Liu Zhizhuan to buy some pancakes and fruit, and reminded him to add more eggs.

It was the first time to eat this kind of street breakfast, and Mr. Anderson was quite curious. It seemed to be just pancakes and eggs, nothing particularly strange. Mr. Anderson smelled the aroma of the eggs and couldn't help it. He grabbed a piece, took a small bite and tasted it, and then quickly ate it with big mouthfuls.

Mr. Cheng had no choice but to eat one, and Guo Tailai ate two by himself, very happy.

"Can we start now?" Mr. Anderson asked a little nervously after eating pancakes with eggs and finally not feeling so flustered due to hypoglycemia.

To be honest, it was quite risky for Anderson himself to make this decision, but Guo Tailai made a deep impression on him yesterday. With just a thin needle, it feels like making a young man standing in place unable to move. There is no pain, and what is even more amazing is that the sense of touch is still maintained, which is absolutely amazing.

Having made up his mind, Mr. Anderson didn't know whether his choice was right or wrong. However, as a businessman, he still habitually kept his hands full. Anyway, it was only a day. He didn't take any messy medicines, and only used acupuncture. So what if the results were bad?

"Mr. Anderson, don't worry." Guo Tailai said with a smile: "We need to determine which projects to do and the fees for each project."

A list of plastic surgery items tailored specifically for Mr. Anderson was immediately placed in front of Mr. Anderson and his personal assistant. Of course, Mr. Cheng also had a list in front of him.

Liver plastic surgery is painless and has no side effects, including cyst removal, tumor removal, and fatty liver removal. One project costs 10 million US dollars. Rao, Mr. Anderson can be considered a rich man with deep pockets, but such an expensive project made his eyes widen.

Stomach plastic surgery, this simple, is to treat gastric ulcers, so only 500,000 US dollars is charged. The same duodenal facelift is also half a million.

Gallbladder facelift, which actually removes gallstones, is painless and has no side effects, and costs one million dollars.

The last item is spinal plastic surgery, removing attachments and cleaning up scars, painless and without side effects, $2.2 million.

"This is too exaggerated!" Mr. Anderson was still struggling, and his personal assistant had already called out.

"Actually, not at all." Guo Tailai shook his head, and handed a list of usual cosmetic items to the two of them: "This is the charge for our normal cosmetic items, you can compare them."

"But Mr. Taylor, you only charge in RMB." The personal assistant was also stunned after looking at it for a few times, but soon discovered the currency unit.

"You can ask Mr. Cheng how much she spent treating her son at my place." Of course Guo Tailai would not force him, and pointed at Mr. Cheng with a smile.

Mr. Anderson turned to Mr. Cheng, Mr. Cheng gave him a smile and replied: "30 million dollars, whole body skin plastic surgery."

"That's impossible!" Mr. Anderson exclaimed exaggeratedly.

"This is what my son looked like before treatment." Mr. Cheng took out a photo and handed it to Mr. Anderson. She didn't tell Anderson about it before, so she was afraid of scaring him. Now she can show it to him. As he spoke, he handed over another one: "This is the photo after the treatment."

One is a terrifying appearance with scars all over the body, and the other is a normal person with a bald head. Are these two the same person? But Mr. Cheng is obviously unlikely to lie to him, but the effect is too amazing: "Unbelievable."

"I have a suggestion." President Cheng said with a smile.

Mr. Anderson made a gesture of invitation, signaling Mr. Cheng to continue.

"Mr. Anderson is worried about the effect of the treatment. I think it's normal." Mr. Cheng said with a smile, then turned to Guo Tailai and asked, "Why don't you make one with obvious effects for Mr. Anderson to see?"

Guo Tai came from nothing, and nodded.

Mr. Cheng turned to Mr. Anderson: "Then, the effect of this spinal plastic surgery should be the fastest and most obvious. Why don't you try it first? I'm treating you to this project."

Try it out with an obvious effect. Mr. Anderson thinks it's a good idea, and the personal assistant thinks it's okay, no problem. There was no objection, and naturally, Mr. Anderson successfully lay down on the hospital bed in the operating room of the beauty salon.

Guo Tailai reached out and touched the skin on Mr. Anderson's back. Through the skin, he could easily feel the existence of the bullet. The warhead happens to be stuck in a certain spine and cannot be pulled out. Pulling it out may cause spinal cord injury, so it can only stay in the flesh. Up to now, it has been twenty-seven years, and the flesh and blood have wrapped the bullet and grown together.

"This is the memory left by the Vietnam War." Mr. Anderson can naturally feel the existence of the bullet, as long as he stretches out his hand to his back, he can touch it: "For more than 20 years, I have never lay down and slept I feel, you know, if you lie down here, you will be crushed, it hurts."

"You are so lucky." Guo Tailai said with a smile, "The bullet didn't break your spine."

"Yes, very lucky." Mr. Anderson agreed with this very much: "Although this luck will accompany me for the rest of my life, I survived, didn't I?"

"How do you feel now?" Guo Tailai pressed lightly and asked Mr. Anderson.

"No." Anderson only felt that Guo Tailai's fingers were still touching that part, as if he was confirming the edge of the bullet, and quickly replied: "As long as you don't press it directly, it won't hurt."

"Do you want to see this warhead that has troubled you for twenty-seven years?" Guo Tailai asked suddenly.

"I want to!" Mr. Anderson said with a smile: "But unfortunately, I can't see it, I can only see it on X-rays or CT films, but I know every outline of it, and I can even touch it through my skin. to it."

"Here, it looks like this." Guo Tailai stretched out his hand, put a bullet with some mottled points into Mr. Anderson's hand, and reiterated again: "You are so lucky."