265 Destroying the Reed Group

In the hospital.

Dylan's injuries were more severe and he was taken for further examination. The doctor disinfected Mr. Satan's wounds, and bandaged them.

"...Luckily, your wounds aren't too deep. Keep them dry for the next seven days."

"Hmm," Mr. Satan stood up to leave. "Thank you."

The doctor sighed. "Sir, our hospital has an excellent plastic surgery department. There are many ways to remove the scars on your face. You don't need to wear a mask all the time—it must be quite inconvenient for your daily life..."

Mr. Satan had heard this many times. Every time he visited the hospital, doctors would say the same thing.

But he always refused.

As a child, he thought the scar should serve as a reminder of the painful past and the betrayal he had endured. Even up until today, he felt the same.

But now...

"Doctor, is there a way to restore my original appearance?"

The doctor pondered for a moment. "The best method is skin grafting. That would yield the best results."

"How long would that t