His saliva dried on his face

In a seven - Star hotel in the eastern city.

Dr. Mehal took a nap and his mental state was much better.

He sat on a chair and looked out of the window at the bright lights in the imperial capital at night. He said to his assistant beside him,""When can it be delivered?"

"Doctor, we're handling the immigration procedures. If everything goes well, we'll be able to see the equipment tomorrow afternoon." The assistant replied.

Dr. Mehall nodded slightly.

The assistant hesitated for a moment before saying in a low voice,""Doctor, the specialist team's opinion is that it's best if you don't communicate with doctor Zheng during the surgery to avoid any uncontrollable situations such as emotional agitation. We can watch the video for the surgery, but your health is more important. "

Dr. Mehal smiled and shook his head.

The doctor was very stubborn, once he made a decision, no one could persuade him. His assistant knew this.