A secret—a secret belonging to Lin Qi.
Conner immediately became interested. "I hope it's worth my battle with Death. I'll be waiting for you to tell me the secret!"
He waved and left the office.
Conner had probably come mainly to tell Lin Qi that he was going to undergo surgery. Although the success rate was high, anyone who had never experienced it would never know what it would actually be like afterward.
It was like how doctors kept telling hemorrhoid patients that cutting them out wouldn't hurt at all, that recovery would be quick, and that it was merely a minor operation that would barely cause any discomfort.
As a result, when most hemorrhoid patients were lying face-down on the operating table with their buttocks raised toward the surgical lamp, they were still fantasizing about where to go celebrate their "new life" a few days later.
Only after cutting one out themselves would they understand the truth: however optimistic they had been before the operation, the aftermath would be that much more agonizing! If removing a hemorrhoid was already like that, what about taking someone's brain out of their skull and putting it into another head?
All Lin Qi could do was wish Conner a smooth operation. After all, Conner was the person he had worked with most happily over the years.
The next morning, Catherine suddenly called Lin Qi.
Catherine had much more work now. Although the Federal Government had, in a sense, ground to a halt, that did not mean she had little to do.
After all, the Federal Government still bore responsibility for its final and most important duties: legislation, law enforcement, and judicial interpretation.
During the early stages of shelter operations, many surface laws had become wholly inapplicable inside the shelters. Numerous laws needed to