The anesthetic used in this hospital for the Paranormal would definitely kill an ordinary person if it were used on him, but for the Anomalous - it would only work for half an hour to about an hour, and Sasha. Hopkins never woke up.

"Who's his anesthesiologist?" Mr. Li asked.

"Well," the small man timidly raised his hand, "it's me." ”

"Did you use up your vacation this year?"

"No," the little doctor blinked sluggishly, "I'm still going through the divorce process......

"Then use it," said Mr. Lee, in the unquestionable tone that the superior is accustomed to, "and next year's, and the year after...... Actually, I mean, for a year, you don't show up in the Western Continent for a while, and go to the Eastern Continent, which has a long history, simple people, and a per capita consumption of only one-eighth of ours, as well as delicious roast duck and noodles. ”

But...... "I have to fight my divorce lawsuit and fight for custody of my children."

"And the blonde is very popular with the girls there—and you need a new relationship to soothe your little wounded heart."

The anesthesiologist groptically touched his frantic receding hairline.

Mr. Lee looked at the others, the doctors and nurses, and that it was not easy for the institution to raise a group of its own people, so he could not risk putting them in front of a pervert with a special recipe and a madness for his son, while the latter's son was in a coma for unknown reasons.

"I suggest you go on vacation too."

"But I've run out of vacations."

"It's okay," Mr. Li said, "an extra instruction, and I'll give it to you." "Anyway, as long as you're alive and not a meat dish on Dr. Hopkins' table, we'll have a chance to crush you to the last drop.

They were confused, everybody, but in the end they complied with Mr. Lee's wishes, and they were paid twice as much as other ordinary hospitals for their work in this hospital (which is quite a lot given the average level of income of doctors), as well as more vacations, and in return they had to keep their mouths shut, control their fingers, and bring a pair of obedient ears.

Mr. Li is one of the administrators of this hospital, not to mention that he just asked them to take a vacation.

After sending away a group of suspicious white-robed people, Mr. Li returned to his office, he stood in front of the glass window, the sky had already darkened, and the bright lights in the room turned the glass that could envelop the whole body of human beings into a black mirror, and Mr. Li found himself in it - he was a middle-aged man with ordinary appearance, gray-black hair, a large, fat nose, and plump lips, he was sixty-five broken, but as long as he could reach adulthood, the biological age of the supernatural was always more than half younger than his actual age- He was still energetic and quick-witted, and if it weren't for that, he wouldn't have been able to save himself, let alone his brother who liked to drop the chain at a critical moment and his niece who was insane in a new way every day.

About two hours later, his secretary and his brother called him and assured that the stupid bunnies had been put on the most recent flight, and God forbid, anything would be easy as long as there was money.

When his phone rang again, the person on the other side told him that the helicopter from the Bisandi family had landed on the top floor of the hospital.

Mr. Lee gently stroked his hair against the glass, his abilities allowed him to ignore almost all injuries, from * to spirit, but, no, he still didn't want to face Hopkins, not because of the doctor's recipe - the perverts who devoured their own kind ended in his hands not half a dozen or as many as a palm, nor because he was a paranormal man, oh my God, his subordinates, colleagues, and enemies were all supernatural beings, many of them so strong that they thought they had entered the world of mythology or comics, Although the people in the research department and the intelligence department have not been able to figure out Anthony until now. Hopkins is something, but he's really just a mortal with a flesh and blood body, and he's not as strong as Chegalle when faced with bullets. Bisandi.

But there is always such a person in the world who will send chills in your head.

Mr. Lee intercepted or greeted Dr. Hopkins halfway through - the doctor was exactly the same image as he remembered, and time had not left much on him, with the exception of his hair, perhaps. Hopkins' hair had turned white over the years—a metallic silvery-white, and he had used hairspray to cling it all to the back of his head, as if he were wearing a helmet—and his deep, gray-blue eyes and prominent brow bones were all the more impressive, and his thin lips were as bright red as the blood of a freshly wiped human being, and he smiled at Mr. Lee, revealing his snow-white, neat, sharp, small teeth.

"Take me to meet my son." He said mildly.

(To be continued) (To be continued)