Meanwhile, at Longevity Hospital.
In a VIP ward, a man wears a white gown and a pair of glasses, holding a medical record in his hand.
His surroundings are filled with a faint chill, but the white gown adds a touch of restrained feeling.
Looking at the middle-aged man in a patient gown lying on the bed, Blake said, "Director Moore, your injuries have almost healed. You can be discharged today."
Director Moore let out a sigh of relief and expressed his gratitude. "Director Fuller, I owe you a lot for this. I don't know if I could have made it without you."
He had lost a lot of blood in the car accident, and the nurses in the ward told him that he was barely alive when he was brought to the hospital.
If it weren't for Director Fuller performing the surgery personally, he might have already gone to Hades.
"Buzz buzz–"
The sound of a vibrating phone rang.
