In the surgical prep room, Chen Yu and William scrubbed their hands together.
Through the glass in front of them, they could see into the operating room.
Mr. President, dressed in a hospital gown, was still elegantly chatting with a nurse about something.
In the corner stood two tall, imposing secret service agents dressed in scrubs.
The observation room across from them was even more crowded, packed with accompanying officials and agents.
"The President..."
William, beside him, suddenly remarked with a sigh, "So close, and he's about to be lying right in front of us..."
He didn't finish, a strange expression appearing on his face.
Chen Yu shot him a surprised look.
'Your thoughts are dangerous, my friend!'
The surgery itself wasn't particularly difficult.
Chen Yu had performed countless similar procedures.
Three hours later, the surgery was over.
"Chen, was the surgery a success?" the President, who was under local anesthesia, asked as he looked up.
