So I can't reply to reviews today because the reviews aren't showing up? I see notifications for them in my email and was able to read part of them but it says that I need to go to the site to see the full message. When I go to the site, neither of the two reviews display. :v So uh, thanks you for reviewing, maybe one day I'll get to see your full messages lmao.
Dr. Guhira looks just about as dismal to see her as she feels to be sitting in his chair again. He steals a look at Ozai and she can see that he is biting his tongue. "This is Dr. Koh's handiwork, isn't it?"
Azula nods.
"He's had his medical licence revoked several times." Dr. Guhira mutters "I'm willing to bet that he has acquired himself a counterfeit one. Which clinic does he work under now?"
Azula now looks at her father.
"The Kuikkuchenji Cosmetic Clinic." Ozai answers for her.
"I see." He says as he tilts Azula's face to the left and then to the right. "I believe that you have grounds for a lawsuit not just against him, but against the facility as a whole for not doing an adequate background check."
"Yes." Ozai agrees. "I have already filed for one."
"I have worked with Koh on several occasions, he is as horrible at following instructions as he is at performing a successful surgery." He withdraws his touch. "I wouldn't mind appearing as a witness to your case. It might help to let them know that she's had successful surgeries in the past and that the problem doesn't lie in her age and inability to manage aftercare."
"You'll do that?" Azula asks.
"Of course I will." He replies. "Even if you don't wish to get a reversal surgery, I'd still like to be able to help you."
"Thank you." Azula says, some of the rigidness leaves her body.
"Speaking of the surgery. I would like you to know that the operation will be completely medical procedure rather than a cosmetic could, of course, have a surgery that comes with a cosmetic aspect. If you do that, I can cover the scars. If you want something strictly medical, the only thing that I will do is bring symmetry back to your face."
"Strictly medical." Azula repeats. "Are you a doctor. Like a real doctor."
Dr. Guhira chuckles. She makes a face, he has been nothing but kind but she still isn't in the mood for laughs nor jokes. "Sorry." He says of her expression. "I would argue that cosmetic surgeons are real doctors. Simply a different sort. But, yes, I am licenced to perform emergency medical surgeries."
"Then why are you here?"
"It isn't as dreary, most of the time. I'm not fond of seeing people in life-threatening situations. In the cosmetic field I can put my skills to use and not have to see all of that distress."
"I suppose that I ruined that for you." Azula comments.
"You're a little different." He picks up his clipboard. "You don't have that look of fear and hopelessness in your eyes. You look terribly angry but you aren't holding my hand and begging me not to let you die." He sets the clipboard down again, looking almost distant. "That's what I don't like seeing."
"Oh." She stares at her palm. "Yes, I suppose that's different."
His expression seems to brighten again. "So let me discuss something else with you. Your father mentioned that you miss your old face. If you would like, I can perform the corrective surgery in a way that will look closer to your natural face."
"You can do that?"
"I like to think that I'm very skilled at what I do. I have your records, it shouldn't be too difficult. I won't be able to exactly reproduce your natural look, but I can come close." He pauses. "Now, it may be several years before I can begin even the reversal surgery. I want the nerves to be fully healed for at least three months before I do any sort of operation."
Azula nods "That sounds...optimal."
"I can book you an appointment, if you'd like. And if you decide that you don't want the surgery, you can always cancel."
"Yes, that would work for me." Azula decides. "I'll let you know what I decide as soon as I figure it out for myself."
"Wonderful. Whatever you decide, I'll be in contact with your father about the lawsuit."
"Thank you Dr. Guhira." She replies.
He leans in a hair closer, "it is good to hear you speak for yourself instead of letting your father do the talking."
"Yes." She agrees. It is nice. She peers at Ozai, she gets a sense that he is itching to speak but he holds his tongue. This time it is her call. Everything is her call.
For the first time in a long while, she feels like he life is in her control.