Shanghai.
Third Life Hospital.
Outside the operating room.
The dean waited respectfully to the side.
Qian Shi pointed to the operating room door and spoke earnestly to the white-haired old man beside him, "Bishop Hu! It should be soon... The Pope has already contacted that person. When you meet them in a moment, you can just state your request directly... You don't need to worry about anything else!"
Hu Kaikang, or rather, Chu Bamboo wearing Hu Kaikang's skin, nodded slightly, his expression inscrutable.
The dean forced a smile and was about to say something, but then he saw Chu Bamboo close his eyes. A thousand words caught in his throat, and in the end, he could only remain in awkward silence.
「Half an hour later.」
The light above the operating room suddenly turned white, and then the door opened. A woman in a white coat and mask walked out coolly.
An anti-gravity gurney followed logically behind her. The unfrozen patient now wore a respirator, their eyes tightly shut.
