Saeed said worriedly.
"Now."
Old Masood repeated, his tone permitting no discussion.
Twenty minutes later, Saeed's car drove into the Green Zone Allied Army General Hospital.
After passing through two security checks, he walked into Old Masood's special ward escorted by special service personnel.
There was only a bedside lamp on in the ward, and the light was dim.
Old Masood was half-reclining on the bed, his face appeared especially pale under the light, but his eyes were still as sharp as an eagle's.
"Your Excellency." Saeed greeted softly, pulled a chair to the bedside and sat down, "You should rest early."
"Some things are more important than rest."
Old Masood signaled the special service personnel to leave the room and only continued to speak after the door was closed.
"Saeed, I need you to draft a contract."
Saeed took out a computer from his briefcase: "What type of contract? With whom?"
