Lin Jianwei’s plastic surgery clinic is on the verge of bankruptcy, with just 23,000 left in the account.
One rainy night, a mysterious person walks through the door…
That very night, the door on the clinic’s third floor turns into an ancient vermilion-red gate, and she binds herself to the Myriad Worlds Beauty Industry System.
From then on, elves come in for ear repairs, cultivators come to preserve their youthful looks, and visitors from the demon realm come for facial reconstruction.
With every completed order, she earns materials from other worlds, product formulas, and beauty-industry points.
Employee benefits: work four days, take three off; free lodging; afternoon tea every day. The higher their loyalty, the better the products they receive.
Her former business partner wants a cut, while competitors have their eyes on her formulas.
With a cheerful smile, Lin Jianwei hands them a surgical consent form. “Let’s not talk about feelings. Let’s talk money.”
