A submarine entered the high seas, approaching a large ship.
A patient with Uncle Tie's face lay on the bed on the large ship, the wounds on his face had healed, not a scar left.
No one would think he had undergone a face swap surgery.
The young man in white coats stood beside him, speaking in a deep voice, "Sir, it's finally here."
"Because I woke up?" the patient asked.
The young man in white coats: "Do you remember the answer I taught you?"
"Don't worry, I won't blow my cover."
The submarine stopped, and there was an instant passage completed between the submarine and the ship's hull as a sexy and glamorous lady pushed a wheelchair forward.
A man sat in the wheelchair, his muscles atrophied; only his head was normal, yet it appeared extremely large at this moment, mismatched with his body.
"Sir, we've arrived."
The woman's voice was hoarse yet sexy, an uncommon contralto.
Many people wearing white coats greeted them, among them was the young man in white coats.
