In the medical office, George Stanford began preparations after finishing breakfast.

When Sophie Sullivan arrived, George waved her over, "Fiona, how do you feel?"

"I feel pretty good."

Sophie sat down in front of his desk, and George looked at her for a while before saying, "Didn’t sleep well last night?"

Sophie nodded, "Too excited, couldn’t sleep."

"You...you..."

George shook his head with a mix of amusement and understanding; after all, this was the last chance for surgery, and her restored appearance was within reach.

Who wouldn’t be excited?

The nurse came to the office door, knocked, and asked, "Dr. Stanford, can we begin preparing for surgery?"

"Yes, we can."

The nurse nodded in understanding, looked at Sophie and said, "Maniac, please come with me."

Sophie stood up, a smile touched the corners of her eyes and brows, and she gave George a deep look, "Old Mr. Stanford, my face depends on you."

George snorted arrogantly and waved his hand, "I know."

Sophie left the office with the nurse, completed various pre-operative preparations, and lay on the bed, ready to be taken into the operating room.

"Wait."

A deep male voice sounded in the corridor.

The nurses immediately stopped in their tracks, and Sophie raised her head to glance at Thomas Shannon, who stepped forward and held her hand before she could ask.

Already dressed in loose patient clothes, Sophie appeared even frailer with one hand receiving a fluid transfusion and the other tightly held by Thomas.

Sophie didn’t know what he intended, but seeing his deep eye color, it seemed he had something to say.

However, Thomas merely tightened his grip on her hand and smiled, "I’ll be waiting for you to come out."

Sophie nodded, "Yes."

Thomas released her hand, and the nurse pushed Sophie into the operating room, the door closing gradually in front of him.

"Meow~"

Harry appeared from somewhere, making a flying leap to Thomas’s feet and meowing as it climbed up his long legs into his embrace.

"What are you doing here?" Thomas smoothed Harry’s fluffy head, a bit surprised.

In a while, Gaby also ambled over.

Without giving Thomas a glance, it went to the doorway of the operating room and steadfastly looked at the door.

It seemed to know its master was inside the operating room at this moment.

Harry’s fluffy little head peered out from Thomas’s embrace, curiously observing Gaby, looking for a while before retreating back.

Soon, unable to resist curiosity, it peeked at Gaby again, repeating this several times.

Thomas grabbed its scruff, pretending to toss it toward Gaby, "You seem to like Gaby a lot. Want to play with Gaby, hmm?"

Suspended in mid-air, Harry cried mournfully, its limbs flailing willy-nilly, looking pitifully at Thomas.

Thomas chuckled lightly, pulling it back to his embrace, tugging its beard punitively a couple of times, "Fennie was right, you really are a coward."

The surgery time was unknown, so Thomas sat in a chair in the corridor with Harry, calming his mind to wait.

Time ticked away every minute and every second, with Gaby sitting on the ground, head constantly facing the operating room, never having moved.

Speaking of which, despite its playful nature, Gaby truly showed loyalty in protecting its master.

Thinking of scenes in the Sahara Desert, with Gaby pinning Sophie down securely.