Chapter 438

Nonetheless, James hurried to Isaac's side. "Sir." Isaac glanced at him briefly and asked, "Did you find a place?" "Yes, sir," James replied. "We can use it in a couple days." "Good." Isaac remained impassive. At the same time, James turned toward the man with them, who was dressed formally over his exceedingly fair skin. Also, there was something shady about that face even though he clearly appeared solemn. "Sir, who is this gentleman?" Isaac did not answer, and instead headed straight inside the operating room with the man. James followed, curious. The man first put down his box and opened it, taking out a pair of gloves and wearing it before pulling off the sheet placed over Irene's head. He frowned when he saw the face. "...I don't think I can do anything here. Burn scars only regenerate on living tissue, but if she's dead, I can't restore her face." In reality, he was the best mortician Isaac had found to reconstruct cadavers so that they would look their best before t