Imperial Central Laboratory Operating Room.
Xiangxiang's heart transplant surgery is proceeding intensively.
Qin Xin takes it very seriously and even brings Hong Jingtian from abroad to assist.
For the first time in his life, Hong Jingtian sees a living person supported by so many artificial organs and a damaged chip.
"Queen, are you conducting legal business here? Is it safe? Nothing will go wrong, right?" Hong Jingtian's hands shake and his teeth chatter.
Qin Xin glances at him coolly: "This isn't business. And it's very unsafe."
Hong Jingtian is speechless.
Then, realizing the situation, he pats his chest and promises: "Queen, you trust your loyal little cutie the most, right? For something so important and confidential, you're calling only me. I'll complete the task excellently, no matter the danger!"
Qin Xin nods, her gaze sweeping over his surgical gown: "Don't let your hands shake."
Caught out, Hong Jingtian sticks out his tongue under the mask: "Yes!"
