The backdrop can also be propped up.

Maria Elisa piloted the spaceship, carrying the Pollard father and son, along with the bloodied fifth man, to the hospital.

Upon entering the hospital, the three split into two groups—Maria Elisa went to push the fifth man into the operating room, while Pollard took her adoptive father to help Pallas register for a doctor's appointment at the outpatient clinic.

After pushing the bloodied male patient into the operating room, Maria Elisa turned on her personal terminal, sent a message to Ancadis, telling him about her current situation, and then went to pay the fees.

After paying the fees, Maria Elisa didn't go back to the operating room first. Instead, she asked where Pollalid and the other person were, and went to their side to see how Pallas was doing.

When it was confirmed that Pallas's illness was indeed Medica, Pollalid's face was ashen, but after paying for and picking up the medicine, his expression noticeably improved.

On the way to the operating room, he helped Pallas thank Maria Elisa. If Maria Elisa hadn't mentioned it casually, he definitely wouldn't have taken it to heart.

"I almost died." Pallas touched his chest, still shaken.

Maria Elisa smiled and said it was her honor to be able to help Pallas.

"Is that person covered in blood still undergoing surgery?" Pollalid asked. Just thinking about that person covered in blood made him feel extremely painful.

Maria Elisa replied, "Don't worry, I've already paid the fees. The doctors at this hospital are definitely skilled enough to perform surgeries."

“Thank you, Lisa. I’ll make up the money to you later.” Pollalid sighed.

“I offered to pay, it’s okay. We’re friends.” Maria Elisa flatly rejected Pollard’s idea of ​​returning the money. She then reached out and touched Pollard’s head, plucking a few strands of hair that had detached from the scalp but hadn’t yet fallen to the ground.

"This should be enough, right?" Maria Elisa thought to herself. "I'll send these few strands of hair to Anx when I get back."

The operating room light was still on red, indicating that there was still a while before it was over. Maria Elisa made an excuse to leave the hospital first, put the few strands of hair in a sealed bag, found the hospital's courier station, and sent the hair out by courier.

After waiting for several more hours outside the operating room, from darkness to dawn, the operating room lights finally changed color. Doctors and nurses pushed a hospital bed, on which lay the pale-faced male patient, Makachi.

The three followed the hospital bed into the pre-arranged ward. Pollalid listened to the doctor's instructions, while Maria and Elisa always found a chair to sit on the edge of the bed to see what this man, Makachi, looked like. Could she have seen him somewhere before? If she had, things would be much easier.

After obtaining Makachi's information from the system WQBYRZM, Maria Elisa glanced at Makachi, looking at his delicate features and muscular body, and couldn't believe that Makachi was from the famously obese Polish family.

"They're actually related by blood! They're like two completely different people," Maria Elisa thought to herself.

"Lisa, do you know him?" After listening to the doctor's instructions, Pollard walked over, sat down next to Maria Elisa, and looked at Macachi, who was still unconscious.

Maria Elisa shrugged and said, "I don't know him. This guy came to your shop in the middle of the night covered in blood. I guess he saw your shop was lit up and wanted to scam you."