Ariana and Calvin were so startled that they didn't say a word to respond.

Once more, the old man inquired, "Who are you?"

Meeting his gaze, Ariana felt a surge of unease. She replied stiffly, “Hello, we have an appointment with the doctor for a consultation."

Surveying them both, the old man posed another question. “Which one of you is seeking plastic surgery?"

Ariana pointed towards Calvin, but to her surprise, the old man waved his hand dismissively after a glance at Calvin and declared, "I don't cater to individuals who've undergone plastic surgery already. You should leave now."

Realization dawned on Ariana suddenly, prompting her to exclaim, “Are you the doctor I had an appointment with?"

The elderly man responded with a grunt, stripping off his bloodied gloves and tossing them into a waste bin before making his way to the kitchen.

Following closely, Ariana attempted to continue, “If there's anything you need, please feel free..."

She stopped mid-sentence when she noticed the man pulling a container from the refrigerator, its contents a vivid red liquid.

The man calmly offered her a glass, asking, “Would you like some?"

Ariana eyed the crimson fluid warily, quickly declined with a polite smile, and said, "No, thank you. I'm not in the mood for a drink right now."

The elderly man scoffed, remarking, “You truly don't appreciate the finer things. This is freshly extracted pomegranate juice, a new product on the market. It's good for your skin."

Ariana forced a strained smile, internally questioning who would be brave enough to consume such an ominous-looking drink.

As she searched for the right words to convince the old man, he preempted her, stating, "I refuse to conduct surgery on that young fellow. However, if you're considering cosmetic procedures, I might entertain the idea."

"What?" Ariana was taken aback.

The old man studied Ariana closely for a moment before remarking, “You seem to have a bit of thinning at the top of your head. You might want to consider a hair transplant."

Upon hearing this, Ariana instinctively reached up to touch her hair.

Her mind raced with worry. It must have been caused by all those late nights recently.

The old man continued, “You could also think about reshaping your ears to those trendy elf ears..."

As the old man proceeded to comment on nearly every feature of Ariana's face, Ariana was left feeling increasingly unsure about her appearance, questioning aspects of herself she had never doubted before.