Urban Hidden Dragon

Wang Han stepped on the old pope's oxygen tube.

He leaned over and looked at the old pope with his hands behind his back.

The old pope's vital signs were weak.

Wang Han's cold hand touched the old pope's heart.

The old guy's already beating weak heart was directly beaten by the cold big hand.

Wang Han pulled a chair over and sat down with the legs of the chair pressing the oxygen tube.

Hawke, the old pope's confidant, stood beside him with a look of helplessness on his face.

"How long has the Pope slept?" Wang Han asked.

Hawke stood behind him and said, "I have been sleeping for ten hours. The Pope is very weak now and has very little waking time every day. The doctor has said that the Pope needs to rest."

Wang Han approached the old pope and said with a mean smile, "Have you made a will?"

Hawke shook his head again.

Wang Han opened a corner of the quilt and looked inside, "Lying down like this for a long time can easily lead to bed sores, so you have to turn over properly."

Hawke continued, "The nurses will turn him over."

Wang Han said sadly, "Farewell, just me. The Pope and I have been friends forever. I feel heartbroken when he looks like this. Just let me take care of him at the end of his life. Hawke, can you help me?" busy?"

"Willing to serve you."

"Go get me the ink pad, and bring me paper and pen as well as the Pope's previous letters and notes."

Hawke was stunned for a moment and asked, "What do you want these for?"

Wang Han said confidently and confidently, "Of course it's a forged will. His old man verbally promised me to be the pope. I'm afraid that Moore's gang won't believe it and they will yell at me again. A forged will can also silence me, right?"

Hawke choked, "The Pope has his own arrangements for these matters. You don't need to worry. Let's go out and talk. Don't disturb the Pope."

Wang Han waved his hand with his back to Hawke, motioning to get it quickly, and then he lifted the old pope's quilt and turned him over.

He picked up a towel from one side, took a basin of cold water, washed the towel, and then wiped the old pope's back.

Before Hawke could stop him, a cold towel was pressed against the old pope's back.

Visible to the naked eye, the old pope's back muscles and gluteus maximus tightened.

cough cough...

The old pope suddenly coughed.

His eyelids trembled, he opened his eyes and looked at Wang Han with a weak expression.

Seeing that Wang Han was about to wipe the old pope's buttocks with a cold towel, Hawke hurriedly stepped forward and took the cold towel from Wang Han's hand.

"Your Holiness, the red-clothed leader Wang Han is here."

While talking, he wiped it with a dry towel, put on his clothes and helped the old pope lie down.

The old pope's mouth moved, as if he wanted to speak.

Wang Han took off the oxygen mask.

"Are you okay?"

The old pope smiled weakly and said, "My child, you are here."

"Are you hungry?" Wang Han asked with concern with a smile.

The old pope nodded, "A little hungry."

Wang Han waved his hand, and Hawke immediately went out to ask someone to make some food for the old pope. Wang Han went to boil two eggs for the old pope.

He helped the old pope up and leaned against the bed.

After peeling off the eggs that had been submerged in cold water, Wang Han pretended that they were not hot because they were thick-skinned, and handed them to the old pope.

The old pope opened his mouth unpreparedly and took a bite.

Then I saw this old guy's mouth moving rapidly as if he was singing "Rap God".

Wang Hanjian smiled and handed over the cold water.

The old pope shook his head and smiled helplessly.

This time I had a better memory and tried it before drinking.

"Child, I'm old and can't stand your troubles anymore." The old pope finished drinking the water and handed over the water glass.

Wang Han sat down again.

He took out the bubble gum box and handed it over.

The old pope picked up two and stuffed them into his mouth, chewed them, and spit bubbles playfully.

Snapped!

The bubble bursts.

The old pope's mouth squirmed and he put the bubble gum back into his mouth.

"My child, I have already told you what you need to say. Are you willing to take my place?"

Any hesitation by Wang Han at this moment would be disrespectful to the Pope.

"Of course I am willing, but I see that your physical condition is still very good." While saying something mean, Wang Han poured cold water over the eggs, peeled them and handed them to the old pope. He squeezed them again and lay there for a long time to breathe. Blood clogged legs.

"My child, the position is yours and no one can take it away from you."

"How can there be an eighty-year-old prince?"

The old pope shook his head and smiled, looking at Wang Han. Although this young man said something irritating, he never got into trouble. He was a good boy, but it was a pity that he had a mouth.

"Then I'll work hard and see if I can do whatever you want today." The old pope also joked with a smile.

"Then your boss must inform the world in advance so that I, the Crown Prince of the Holy Light Sect, can ascend the throne in a legitimate manner, otherwise some powerful officials will always be thinking about rebellion."

The old pope was chewing bubble gum and resting his head on the head of the bed.

After being silent for a long time.

"Child, the human body is like a very complicated machine. After many years of wear and tear, the machine will have various problems. Even if no parts are damaged, the machine will age. This machine of mine will We are very close to aging."

Wang Han took this opportunity to ask a question that he had thought of before.

"In the East, we have a theory of entrusting students. The Western Holy See should also have a method equivalent to entrusting students, right?"

The old pope smiled and nodded, "Yes, the principles are similar to those of your Eastern disciples, but there are some differences in details."

"Then wouldn't it be okay for you to be old?"

The old pope smiled meaningfully at Wang Han, "Child, you also know that the combatants and clergy of the Holy Light Religion are separated. The physical fitness of the high-ranking clergy is not like that of you Orientals. tyrannical."

Wang Han was stunned for a moment, "If I remember correctly, you should be both civil and military. What do you mean? What are the specific differences between the East and the West?"

The old pope paused, "We are tied to the knights. We can either rely on the knights to extend our lifespan, or go to the end of our lives."

Wang Han was stunned for a moment and didn't understand the idea.

"What does it mean to live in a knight?"

The old pope smiled when he heard this, "You will know when the time comes, kid. No matter what, I still want to hand over the Holy Light Religion to you. I hope you can treat the Holy Light Religion well, okay?"

Wang Han looked at the old pope with a serious face and said, "Okay."

After a pause, the old pope said again, "Hoke, come in, I have something to say."

Hawke opened the door and walked in from the outside.

He looked at the old pope with a complicated expression. As a confidant of the old pope, unlike Wang Han, the relationship between him and the old pope was stronger.

Hawke looked at the old pope and hesitated several times, but finally couldn't help but say it.

"Your Holiness, do you... do you really want to go?"