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Crazy Surgery
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My mother specializes in private plastic surgery for men. But she is indeed a Rural Woman who did not even finish elementary school. However, her surgical skills are superb and her techniques are first-class. No customer is dissatisfied. My mother's surgery charges are expensive, 500,000 yuan per operation. But she only does one operation a month. No matter how much the other party charges, this is her unshakable rule. This month's surgery began. 1 Sister Liu brought her new favorite little white face. Sister Liu is in her forties, with a round and plump face, well maintained, and a plump figure. She is a regular customer here and an old customer. But she never reveals her real name, we all call her Sister Liu. Sister Liu's little white face is very handsome. The eyes, nose, chin, and lips are simply perfect. The only thing that Sister Liu is not dissatisfied with is the work. Sister Liu brought him to see my mother. "Alan, make his work bigger for me." Sister Liu said. The little white face quickly said: "Yes, boss, make it bigger, Sister Liu will like me more." Everyone laughed. The mother was about to start the operation. Her skills were well-known among the wealthy women, and the results were very satisfactory to the clients. But no matter how much money the other party added, she would perform an operation once a month without fail.
Someone asked her, "Why don't you do more surgeries?" "This is a rule passed down from our ancestors, and it can't be broken." She smiled and answered. However, the real reason was that she needed a meat egg for the operation. And this meat egg can only be one a month. I don't know what this meat egg is made of, but it feels meaty. It is about the same size as the lion's head, and has a strong fishy smell. 2 "Sister, what is the material for this operation," the pretty boy asked nervously, "exactly?" "It's a new material imported from Germany," my mother answered casually, "You don't have to worry." Every year, every month, every day, she always said the same thing, and even the wording didn't change. The pretty boy was still a little scared: "Sister, will it hurt?" "Just give me anesthesia." My mother put on gloves and picked up the scalpel, "Xiao Jia, take him to get ready." I took the pretty boy into the inner room in silence. He kept talking, trying to ease the tension: "Sister, your sister is so beautiful." I looked up at him and said lightly: "This is my mother." He smiled awkwardly: "I'm sorry, you two are too young, I was wrong." I ignored him, put handcuffs and shackles on him, and took him to the small dark room. Although it is called a small dark room, it is not dark inside. It's just that this room is nailed with thick black wooden boards from top to bottom, from the cracks in the wall to the ceiling, and not even a ray of light can penetrate. The pretty boy was very scared and asked me nervously: "Why do you use such thick black wooden boards?" I shook my head, indicating that I didn't know either.
There is a forbidden area in our house, which is the top floor. Things are locked up there, and they are locked up with layers of shackles. When we were young, the three of us would often climb up to spy on that small dark room when our parents were away. But every time we approached the crack in the door, we would cough because of the strong stench. We were young at that time, and we were curious, so we didn't leave immediately. Later, our parents found us when they returned home, and we were severely beaten. From then on, we didn't dare to approach that room again. But I was always curious. I began to observe my mother secretly. I found out that every morning, she would bring a small box and go into the closed black room.
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