230: Chapter 230 Young Master Yang's Plastic Surgery Foundation

Xu Zhixia stood at the cave entrance for a very long time.

The sea breeze blew the stray hairs on her forehead into a complete mess, but she couldn't even be bothered to tidy them up.

The heat on her face faded extremely slowly, as if she had been roasted, and the lingering warmth refused to dissipate for a long time.

She cursed Su Qingxue eight hundred times in her heart.

What kind of awesomeness makes one feel like the past twenty-odd years were lived in vain?

Can this kind of thing just be casually said to people?

She took a deep breath and let it out.

The sea breeze filled her mouth with a salty taste, finally diluting the messy images in her mind a little bit.

She was a doctor.

She had merely developed curiosity from an academic perspective.

Purely academic.

Taking three more deep breaths, Xu Zhixia finally felt that her body temperature had returned to the normal range.

She turned around and walked back into the cave, continuing to pretend to check Zhou's wound.

...

On the beach, the sunlight squeezed through the gaps in the clouds, and the early sun shone very comfortably, neither hot nor cold.

Yang Ningcong half-lay on the reef with his legs crossed. Last night's fear was like a nightmare that woke up as soon as dawn broke.

Skeletons, explosions, Meng Tiantian's hand—these images were still spinning in his mind, but they were far less real than the sunlight and the sea breeze.

People were just like this.

Things that could be forgotten would be actively cleared away by the brain for you.

The other women were either playing in the shallow water or picking up luxury goods on the beach.

An internet celebrity squatted next to Yang Ningcong, having washed her face with seawater. Although her hair was still tangled, her facial contours had recovered somewhat, looking passable enough.

Her name was Linna. Yang Ningcong couldn't remember her real name, only that she had over four million followers on TikTok, usually posting outfit coordination and travel vlogs.

"Young Master Yang." Linna leaned over, her voice so tender it could squeeze out water.

"Hmm?"

"We can be considered to have shared adversity and hardships, right!"

"Hmm!"

"Then I want to buy a bag after I go back."

Yang Ningcong tilted his head to look at her.

"What bag?"

"Hermès Birkin bag, the one... orange one." Linna gestured the size in the air with her finger, "I waited in line for a long time before, but I could never get a turn. Young Master Yang, you definitely have connections, right?"

Before Yang Ningcong could speak, another internet celebrity named Xiao Chuan poked her head over from the side.

"Linna, you are too slick! I want one too!"

"You want a Birkin bag too?"

"No, I want a Kelly, the classic black and gold one."

Yang Ningcong was amused.

The women who were howling like ghosts twelve hours ago claiming to be haunted by vengeful spirits were now already thinking about bags.

Although this bunch of people's psychological resilience wasn't much to speak of, their forgetting speed was truly first-class.

"Fine, anything goes." Yang Ningcong waved his hand, "After going back, one for each of you, my treat."

Several women let out cheers at the same time.

That kind of cheer coming from the bottom of their hearts with yearning for a bright future.

It was as if they weren't on a Deserted Island, as if there were no corpses soaking in the seawater, as if two companions hadn't been blown into pieces yesterday.

Linna was bold and smoothly sat down next to Yang Ningcong, leaning against his arm.

"Young Master Yang, look at whether I've lost a lot of weight? Staying in this lousy place for two days, I lost at least six pounds."

Yang Ningcong tilted his head to look her up and down. In her bikini set, what should have been there indeed wasn't quite there.

He reached out and patted her on the butt.

Slap.

The sound was very crisp.

Linna let out an "Aiya," shrank back a bit, but didn't dodge away.

"Your butt is indeed too small." Yang Ningcong shook his head, his tone carrying a bit of disdain.

"No way!" Linna pouted, "I practiced hip thrusts in the gym for a long time."

"What's worked out in the gym and what's done in the hospital are two different things."

Yang Ningcong pinched her waist, "After going back, I'll pay, you go find a reliable medical beauty institution to pad it up, the kind that's both perky and round."

Linna blinked, was stunned for a moment, and then smiled so her eyes curved into crescent moons.

"Really? That's going to be expensive, Young Master Yang."

"Does your Young Master Yang lack those few bucks?"

Yang Ningcong crossed his legs and lifted his chin slightly, "If you're going to do it, do the best. Whatever implants or fat grafting, whichever kind you want is fine."

Before he finished speaking, another female assistant came over.

She looked quiet and pretty, with a rather thin figure.

She spread her palm in front of Yang Ningcong and rubbed her fingers together.

"Young Master Yang, if you're this generous..."

Anan lowered her head to take a look at her own chest, then raised her head.

"Help me pinch it, is mine... a bit too small?"

Yang Ningcong lowered his head, his gaze stopping on Anan's chest for two seconds.

The bikini fabric was loose and sagging.

"Far from just small." Yang Ningcong smacked his lips, "This is clearly Want-Want Mini Buns."

Anan's face turned red from his words, but she didn't get angry; instead, she leaned forward a step.

"Then can I go get one done too? It doesn't need to be too big, I just want a C is fine."

"Let me appraise the quality first."

Yang Ningcong reached out with a grin and kneaded it twice through the bikini.

Anan let out a "Ying" and shrugged her shoulders, but didn't dodge.

"Hmm, the foundation is okay, there's hope." Yang Ningcong withdrew his hand and nodded, "After going back, go to that clinic of mine for exclusive use, operated on by a Korean doctor, it's super natural, feels just like the real thing when touched."

"Young Master Yang, how come you understand everything?" Xiao Chuan nearby leaned over.

"Nonsense, your Young Master Yang is well-traveled and knowledgeable." Yang Ningcong leaned back, supporting himself on the reef with both hands, "In the VIP rooms of those top medical beauty clinics in Modu, which bed doesn't have my name on it? I've brought no less than twenty people there to get things done."

Several women surrounded him, chattering and starting to discuss what procedures to do.

Some wanted to bridge their noses, some wanted to do jaw angle trimming, and some wanted to do full-face fat grafting.

Yang Ningcong turned no one away, helping them analyze their face shapes and figures one by one, where should be added and where should be reduced, speaking with clear and logical reasoning.

He patted Anan's waist: "Go find the best doctor when we go back, my darling Anan must at least be curvaceous in the front and back."

Anan's face was flushed red.

Linna felt a bit jealous from the side: "Young Master Yang is biased! You promised mine first."

"All have it, all have it, what's the rush?" Yang Ningcong spread both hands, "The thing your Young Master Yang lacks least is money. Line up and come one by one."

As soon as these words came out, all the women's emotions surged up.

Laughter drifted across the beach, forming an absurd contrast with last night's harrowing screams.

They had already forgotten.

Or rather, they were desperately trying to forget.

Forgetting Meng Tiantian's hand, forgetting that female assistant's neck bent at a weird angle, forgetting those skeletons curled up in the rock crevices.

When talking about bags and plastic surgery, the brain wouldn't think about those images anymore.

This was instinct.

The living always had to find some hope for themselves.

The sun climbed higher and higher.

The clouds gradually dispersed, the sky revealed a large expanse of blue, and the sea surface shimmered.

Yang Ningcong's mood improved along with the weather.

He took out that PLB beacon, and the indicator light was still flashing steadily.

Red and green alternated with an even rhythm.

The signal had been transmitting all along.

From activation yesterday until now, it had been over twelve hours.

Given the Yang Family's network and search-and-rescue capabilities, this amount of time was more than enough.

"Young Master Yang." Anan suddenly spoke, her tone carrying a trace of uncertainty, "Rescue... why hasn't it arrived yet?"

"This sunlight is so vicious, I've gotten tanned."

This sentence stopped the surrounding laughter for two seconds.

Several women looked involuntarily toward that little gadget in Yang Ningcong's hand.

Yang Ningcong curled his lips.

"You think rescue is ordering takeout and having it delivered in half an hour?"