"Xiao Si, am I about to be ruined?"
When Su Qiao regained consciousness, she found herself lying on an operating table.
The strong smell of medicine filled her nose, and the glaring lights nearly blinded her. Worst of all, she could feel her body gradually losing sensation, while her mind was beginning to grow unfocused.
Someone must have injected her with anesthetic.
Looking around, she saw two men and two women. The four people, dressed in green sterile gowns and wearing sterile caps, were carefully inspecting the instruments and materials needed for the operation, occasionally exchanging a few quiet words.
No matter how she looked at it, this scene resembled preparations for an operation.
She had been put on the operating table right away. Su Qiao felt she had most likely contracted some serious illness, perhaps a tumor or something.
It was a terrible feeling.
Don't worry, it's not. You're still a little way from being ruined. Though, only a little way.
If they had arrived any later, you really would have been ruined.
"How long will it take for the anesthetic in my body to wear off?" Su Qiao was a little worried that halfway through the anesthetic wearing off, they would start cutting into her.
If that really happened, it would be a complete tragedy.
Don't worry, it'll be soon. It won't take more than a few minutes.
"A few more minutes? Are you trying to get me killed? Hurry up and think of something."
Su Qiao was covered in black lines.
And you're telling me not to worry in a situation like this?
What the hell is there to feel reassured about?
In a few more minutes, she would become meat on someone else's chopping board.
In any case, before she figured out what was going on,