Chapter 1960: The Middle-Aged White Coat Compromises

A submarine entered the high seas, approaching a large ship.

A patient with Uncle Tie’s face lay on the bed on the large ship, the wounds on his face had healed, not a scar left.

No one would think he had undergone a face swap surgery.

The young man in white coats stood beside him, speaking in a deep voice, "Sir, it’s finally here."

"Because I woke up?" the patient asked.

The young man in white coats: "Do you remember the answer I taught you?"

"Don’t worry, I won’t blow my cover."

The submarine stopped, and there was an instant passage completed between the submarine and the ship’s hull as a sexy and glamorous lady pushed a wheelchair forward.

A man sat in the wheelchair, his muscles atrophied; only his head was normal, yet it appeared extremely large at this moment, mismatched with his body.

"Sir, we’ve arrived."

The woman’s voice was hoarse yet sexy, an uncommon contralto.

Many people wearing white coats greeted them, among them was the young man in white coats.

The middle-aged man in white coats hid among the crowd, lowering his head.

He wondered whether to confess everything at this moment.

Under pressure from these people, he made the wrong choice, falsely reporting the surgery situation.

In fact, the vegetative person died long ago, the vegetative person on the bed now was fake! The surgery could never succeed!

But what if he spoke out...

He looked at the group of white coat-wearing people beside him, looking presentable, but secretly brutal towards him, and ultimately chose silence.

He knew that no matter what choice he made, there was no way to have a good outcome, only to choose the lightest one.

Now that the "Sir" has come personally, it must be for surgery, his condition can no longer be delayed.

Under such circumstances, if these white coats want to do something, what could the "Sir" do?

The "Sir" is anesthetized on the hospital bed, isn’t he just like a fish on the chopping board?

Betraying this group at this moment would clearly be fruitless.

Perhaps... their plan could really succeed.

He remembered when he was locked up, the young man in the white coat said to him: "The surgery couldn’t possibly succeed."

"I don’t love snacks."

"Keep some for yourself."

"No need, just chocolate is enough for me," Hua Jinyan patted his pocket.

Little Taotie reached into his pocket, feeling just five pieces of chocolate.

"This is not enough at all!" Little Taotie took out a pink box, retrieved five candies and five chocolates, and stuffed them into Hua Jinyan’s pocket, helping zip it up.

Hua Jinyan wanted to take them out and return them to her, Little Taotie with a fierce face: "Eat them all, don’t give them back to me!"

Hua Jinyan pressed his lips and didn’t return them.

Hua Jinyan: "Dorm aunt won’t let me into the building."

Little Taotie looked back and found the dorm aunt’s door open, peeking at them.

Little Taotie quietly: "Aunt seems a bit uneasy, why is that?"

Hua Jinyan softly: "Maybe afraid I’d sneak in."

Little Taotie giggled: "I could actually lend you a little dress, then you could come upstairs with me."

Hua Jinyan: "...There’s no need."

Little Taotie looked around: "Who do you share your room with?"

Hua Jinyan: "I have my own room."

"Eh? Weren’t they saying under ten, everyone must share rooms to watch out for each other?"

Hua Jinyan: "With strangers, I can’t sleep, I’m used to having my own room."

Little Taotie tilted her head: "In the Ancient Castle, didn’t we share a lounge?"

"You’re different."

"How am I different?"

"You’re not a stranger."

"Oh right, I’m your best friend, one of us, hehe..."