Seeking Guidance

It felt as though he had arrived in hell.

On the operating table, Liu Dongli listened to the instruments clinking against one another and could not help imagining himself as an innocent victim lying on the experimental table of some mysterious organization.

Soon, all kinds of bizarre biological organs and viruses would be stuffed into his body, turning him into some grotesque monster. Then they would implant a chip in his brain, and he would become the kind of cannon fodder the protagonist of some fantasy story casually chopped down after barging into an enemy base.

Even amid the pain of his flesh being torn and cut apart, he seemed distracted, his mind wandering through all sorts of nonsensical plots.

He amused himself.

Until the chief surgeon looked up at him, his eyes behind the mask stern. "Name?"

"Uh... Huai Shi?"

He hesitated instinctively before giving that answer.

Then he saw the chief surgeon's expression turn grave. "Self-awareness disorder detected. Suspend the operation. Arrange a brain CT immediately! Maintain Source Matter—"

"No, no, no, I was joking!"

He practically leaped off the operating table, dragging the gash in his abdomen and swinging his intestines around. "I'm Liu Dongli. Liu Dongli, all right?"

"Mr. Liu, it would be best if you did not have a sense of humor at a time like this."

The chief surgeon picked up the oxygen mask and pressed it over his face, then turned to instruct the anesthetist. "Increase Forsythia's Forget-Worry Agent by fifty grams. Use the B4 concentrated model."

"Yes."

Soon, faintly violet gas poured into his nose and mouth. Like ice water, it extinguished the chaotic sparks of thought in his mind, suppressed his emotions, and left behind only mechanical, indifferent reasoning.

"Everything is normal. Continue the operation—"

And so, the chainsaw was raised