I regret it.
On the day of surgery, I didn’t meet the director to do the design. I talked with some manager, and when they hurriedly had me lie down on the operating table, I had a bad feeling. I should have gotten up and left.
Lying on the operating table with my arms restrained, I talked with the director briefly, and then they went straight into surgery.
As for the result, I suffered from insane swelling, and the 45-degree angle, which stressed me out the most, barely changed. It’s been a little under 6 months, but my face is still like a huge steamed bun, and I’m just full of regret.