Chapter 1941: Agreeing to Plastic Surgery

"Are you going to replace his face?" the female in a white coat pointed at the middle-aged man and asked.

The young man chuckled, "What are you thinking? What’s the use of changing his face?"

"Whose face are you changing then?"

The young man pointed at the man on the hospital bed.

The man’s head belonged to Uncle Tie, but the body was not tall.

"Are you planning on finding someone to impersonate him?" The female in a white coat finally realized.

Everyone suddenly understood. Whether the vegetative person was dead or not was not up to them; "Sir" would check on the vegetative person’s status via video every day.

So the best way was to find someone alive to take the place as the test subject.

"Who should we switch to..." the female in a white coat was troubled, but being the only female present, she knew they wouldn’t change her, and she felt slightly relieved.

Her gaze swept over everyone’s faces and bodies, searching for someone with a similar physique to the deceased on the bed.

Finally, her eyes settled on a man.

The man retreated repeatedly, "No... no, no, no..."

"In times like this, don’t be too selfish. It’s just changing a face, not taking your life. If my build were similar to his, I’d replace him without a second thought. Think about everyone and yourself. If you don’t agree, we’re all waiting to die."

"Yes, at times like this, someone needs to make a sacrifice, and we’ll all remember your sacrifice."

"No need for empty words. I can repay you now. Just agree, and I’ll transfer you 1 million M gold."

"Me too, I’ll transfer you immediately."

"As long as you agree, money isn’t a problem. Although individually we can’t give much, together we can provide a considerable sum, can’t we?"

"It’s just a face, think carefully."

The young man waved his hand, "Don’t pressure him, let’s give him some time."

Someone had already started transferring money.

Though no more words were spoken, the constant vibration of SMS notifications seemed to urge him to agree quickly.

In just a short time, his account had an additional 13 million M gold.

Agreeing to get onboard, the reward he received was only 8 million M gold.

Taking a deep breath, he met the expectant gazes of everyone, with a hint of threat in them.

He knew that if he didn’t agree, the outcome would be isolation, or worse, forced into the face transplant with no payment.

Might as well... agree.

"Alright."

The moment he spoke, someone injected him with anesthesia.

Everyone looked around and saw the elderly white coat standing behind the unconscious man; no one knew when he had moved there or made his move, but in between, the man was already asleep.

Clearly, the elderly white coat was prepared to act before he agreed.

Even if he didn’t agree, this would be the result.

"That’s not very fair," someone shook their head disapprovingly, but their eyes smiled.

"Let’s get started," the elderly white coat tossed the man onto the operating table and told the female in the white coat.

"I’m not an executioner; if he didn’t agree, even if you make him unconscious, I’m not performing surgery."

Someone impatiently urged, "Leave the high-mindedness aside; in times like these, being high-minded is foolish!"

"He agreed anyway, didn’t he?" the elderly white coat smiled and shrugged, "I just gave him a little help, right?"

The young man once again watched from the sidelines, quietly observing this drama.

Occasionally, his gaze fell on Uncle Tie’s face, complex and tinged with a hint of guilt.