Zhao Hairong held a short saw in his right hand. In the bathtub next to him, his entire lower jaw was soaked in the water, and strands of blood were still floating to the surface.
Eunjin stood at the edge of the crowd, took advantage of her height to glance into the water, and said calmly, "That half of the face is not his."
Cheng Jiaojiao was still blocking the door, and turned back to ask him in surprise: "How did you know?"
Eun-jin pointed her finger at the side of her jaw and said, "Jo Hae-young has two light-colored moles here, but the one in the bathtub doesn't have any."
Cai Xiaoqi took a step back in fear, not understanding: "Yesterday, you also said that Sister Min's eyeballs were not her own. If they were not her own, then why were they placed in her eyes? And half of Dr. Zhao's face, if it wasn't his, whose else could it be... How could this be? It's too weird, I... I feel a little uncomfortable, please let me pass."
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