Let's leave the cabbie to his remorse and take a look how the biologist is doing with his new face.
Pardek is limping home. He lives with his family in a small flat in the Town. Let us not envy him his fate... His wife isn't completely without problems either. The biologist's wen always seemed a bagatelle compared to the affliction nature has visited on his wife. At fifteen she was a beauteous girl with fine curves that caused many admirers sleepless nights.
Unfortunately it didn't end there - to her horror her bosoms burgeoned ever more amply until they reached dimensions of an excessive kind, unacceptable to the majority of the population. The process went so far that she had to get herself a tray to be able to cope with her bosoms at all. She carried them in front of her, like some choice dish, and covered the dish with a tea-towel to make the illusion perfect.... After a while the people of the neighbourhood began to believe she was a fast-food vendor.
Now let's follow Pardek as he walks home. He strides down the streets trying not to show his face to passers-by. It's not an entirely pleasant spectacle so soon after plastic surgery. He rings the doorbell but nobody answers. He remembers his keys and opens the door.
He enters the flat and there he sees...his daughter. His adolescent daughter. You could say she's a chip off the old block...
"Hi, daddy, what happened to you?" asks his daughter.
"Oh, nothing to worry about. We've got rid of the wen."
"Oh, I see... Congratulations!"
The biologist limps into his room and sits down by the mirror.
Not to keep our cards too close to our chests, we should reveal that his daughter isn't completely without a fault eather.
She gives off a strange and unfortunately unbearable sulphurous odour. Nobody knows. While the biologist treats his wounds in front of the mirror, his daughter sniffs at the odour she emits. Today it is stronger then ever, she thinks, and locks herself in her room. Disgusted, she sniffs at her legs and hands. After a moment, however, she finds her despair at the sulphurous smell changing into a strange satisfaction or even joy. Suddenly she inhales the stifling sulphur with all her might. "Might as well enjoy your own sulphide!" she tells herself.
Her body had always been an innocent entity made of quiescent matter with just a whiff of romanticism, and it had never caused any problems. But all at once, as if it has run out of patience, it has begun to stink repulsively.
Meanwhile her daddy in front of the mirror grabs a syringe and injects some substance into his vein. It is a remarkable but undervalued biologist's own formula. It is supposed to persuade the natural tissue to accept a foreign tissue. The formula isn't too complicated matter. If the biologist was a better student in his school, he might have even received the Nobel Prize for his discovery. But as a man of science he is now taken for an amateur and nobody suspects what true abilities are hiding in his brain. With the syringe infixed in his face, he stares at his reflection in the mirror and dreams. Suddenly the doorbell rings: his wife is coming home. But neither Pardek nor his daughter are going to open the door; they are too deeply immersed in their dreamy thoughts. But how could his wife open the door when she is holding the heavy silver tray with both hands? (Pardek bought the tray and gave it to her for Christmas because he couldn't stand looking at her walking around with a cheap plastic tray stolen from the school's lunchroom) So Mrs. Pardek waits for a while till their neighbor from the third floor almost runs into her.
"Could you please do me a favor and open the door for me? The keys are right here in my pocket," she points at her side with her chin and gives the neighbor a broad smile. "You see, I can't open it myself 'cause I have to hold this... snack here."
"Sure, no problem," says the neighbor and opens the door but he is overcome by the sulphurous odor at once. "Gosh," he jumps away and tries to catch his breath. The biologist sticks his head out of the door. He looks more relaxed now but while dreaming in front of the mirror he forgot to pull the syringe out of his face. "See you later," says the neighbor hastily and retreats as fast as he can.
"See you and thank you," call the husband and wife in unison after the neighbor.
"That sulphurous odor is unusually strong today," notices Mrs. Pardek and makes a worried face.
"Yeah, it is quite strong today but yesterday it was even worse," says Pardek. "Yesterday was the odor so concentrated it created a cloud of dense fog that was slowly creeping downstairs to the first floor."
Mrs. Pardek sighs. The fate has been quite harsh on this family. They sit around the table and Mrs. Pardek starts to admire her husband's new face but not before she has pulled the syringe out of it. She gets up, does to the kitchen and makes a pot of tea. Then she checks the morning mail. She opens a letter and reads:

"Thank you for not having more children."

Well, isn't it a sad story?