"Do you even know whether to cut horizontally or vertically? There are seven layers of fat, and you have to cut through each layer. Plus, there are cosmetic needles. Do you even know how to stitch?" Jing Shu said disdainfully.
"I have to learn sometime. I might end up being the Midwife of this area. If natural birth doesn't work, I'll just slice open the belly and take the baby out. Just thinking about it is thrilling. I really regret not studying medicine and hanging out with formaldehyde-soaked cadavers instead of some crappy agriculture. Now I'm stuck with a biology tutor. Ah, such is fate."
"How about this: you handle the cutting, and I'll handle the stitching? Look at this stitching technique—once you pull this thread, you can't even see it; it's all tucked under the skin."
