Meanwhile, at F City Central Hospital.
A man dressed in surgical attire walked out of the operating room and removed his sterile gloves, revealing his well-defined knuckles.
He raised his hand to remove his face mask.
Blake Fuller nodded slightly to the people waiting outside the operating room, his expression cold.
"Secretary Louie, Mrs. Carlton, the mayor's surgery was successful. Make sure he gets plenty of rest afterwards, and pay extra attention to his diet."
As he spoke, he pushed up his glasses, exuding an air of refined decadence. He seemed both forbidden and tempting, making one want to tear off his surgical suit.
"Good... good, that's great." Hearing this, the mayor's wife let out a sigh of relief, her nerves relaxinging.
She mustered her strength, her eyes filled with sincerity and her voice choking with emotion, "Director Fuller, thank you. Thank you so much. If it weren't for you... I... I don't know what would have happened to my husband..."
