At half-past five, in the observation room outside the operating theater, doctors from the industry and that person, all those who were involved in the surgery, came to the room after another.
That person had brought his wife along. He had worn a black, modified Chinese tunic suit. His figure was elegant, and his face did not seem very serious. However, as he sat there quietly, everyone consciously straightened their backs, and their breathing became more stable.
The aura of a true first-in-command was not something an ordinary person could withstand.
Wei Shuyi raised his head and glanced at that person.
He felt sorry for him.
Wei Shuyi didn't know if that person was a good person or not. He didn't know if his path to power was smooth or whether he had stepped on the flesh and bones of others. However, Wei Shuyi knew that, that person was a good leader. His iron-blooded political skills were feared and respected by the world's leaders.