Hospital.
Everyone waited anxiously.
The Vice President led a team in a tense discussion of the surgical details while directing the relevant staff to prepare the necessary medication, instruments, and procedural inputs...
Long Aotian did not understand many modern things very well. He merely put forward some of his own ideas, requirements, and the kind of cooperation he needed.
The Vice President met every requirement one by one.
Fatty Liu arrived, supported by several people as he walked in. The moment he showed up, the Three Brothers started laughing.
Old Daoist Mo hurried over. "Wealthy Official, how did this happen?"
Fatty Liu waved a hand. "At this point, we can only hurry up with the surgery."
"Okay, okay, okay!"
Old Daoist Mo turned to Long Aotian. "Aotian, Wealthy Official is of noble status, and the safety of the martial world rests on him. Please put your heart into this and make sure you cure him!"
Long Aotian nodded. "Into the operating room. Prepare the anesthesia!"
Just as the doors were about to close, Zhao Ritian grabbed the operating room door with one hand. "Can I go in and watch? I won't make a sound or say anything. I'll just watch!"
Long Aotian glared. "Get lost!"
The doors closed. Dressed in surgical scrubs and rubber gloves, Long Aotian said, "Prepare the anesthetic injection. Preserve his thing properly. Once the anesthetic takes effect, we'll start using my... where's his thing?"
Long Aotian asked Fatty Liu through his mask, "Where's your thing?"
"Huh? The thing... the thing... damn it, I left it at home!"
Long Aotian tilted his head and looked at him.
"Buddy, if you cut it off yourself, I won't say anything. But you left your thing at home... what am I supposed to attach? A faucet?"
Fatty Liu struggled to