As soon as Jian Ran slipped inside, he remembered the first time he had entered an operating room.
That was right-even a big shot from the Mystical Sect could not escape birth, aging, illness, and death.
He still remembered how, in his previous life, he had struggled in the operating room for only a short while before being sent to the ICU...
Fuck, had I kind of forgotten?!
Never mind. Setting aside his untimely death for now, this operating room looked much like an ordinary one, except ruined internal organs were everywhere, haphazardly laid out on tables, hospital beds, and even the floor.
A heavy, bloody stench spread everywhere, so foul it made it hard to keep his eyes open.
It was as though no one had cleaned up after surgery, and everything had started fermenting.
"Anyone here?" Jian Ran called tentatively. Then, feeling that was wrong, he spoke again. "Any ghosts here?"
His surroundings were deathly silent. Neither humans nor ghosts answered.
But the operating table suddenly moved. Blood kept welling up over it, spilling onto the floor and flowing toward Jian Ran.
Unhurried, he took out a sheet of Talisman Paper and rapidly recited an incantation. The paper burned in his palm.
Jian Ran opened his mouth and shouted, "Reveal your true form!"
The dark red blood, like venomous snakes, stopped moving. A hazy, insubstantial scene suddenly appeared before him, showing several doctors in green gowns gathered around an operating table.
In the middle lay a woman who kept struggling.
"Should we administer anesthesia first?" asked a doctor who appeared to be an assistant.
The doctor at the very front sneered. "Organs removed after anesthesia aren't fresh. Didn't you know?"
"But..."
"But what?" The doctor raised his head, his gaze vicious and sharp. "We've already had an expert