Chapter 597 If the Surgery Fails

• Jude wheeled Satan in his wheelchair and stopped in front of the window to view the moon. “Look, even the moon is taking care of you, Satan. It looks so pretty tonight so that you’ll be in a good mood for the surgery tomorrow.”
• Without saying anything, Satan merely stared blankly at the moon outside the window.
• Then, Jude lowered herself and rested her head on his lap. “You’ll recover, Satan. Trust me.”