The sky outside the prosthetic hospital was gradually darkening, and Song Lan sat amongst many patients, feeling extremely anxious.
He had ultimately overlooked something critical and misjudged the situation; by the time he drove to the hospital, registrations had already extended beyond the hundredth person.
The person sitting beside him had broken their nasal bone for various bizarre reasons caused by dizziness.
Each person was frowning and covering their nose, and he blended perfectly into the crowd.
"Patient 173, please proceed to room 4."
The synthetic female voice from above announced his number, and like the other patients, Song Lan entered room 4 with a nervous heart, marked by its electronic sign.
Don't replace my nose, don't replace my nose, don't replace my nose!
He chanted in his mind.
