It felt as if he had descended into Hell.
On the operating table, Liu DongLi listened to the sounds of instruments clashing against each other, and couldn't help but imagine—he was an innocent victim, lying on the experimental table of some mysterious organization.
Very soon a bunch of messy biochemical organs and viruses would be stuffed into his body, turning him into some messed-up monster, then a chip would be plugged into his brain, and he'd become the random mob that gets casually chopped down after the protagonist breaks into the enemy base in some fantasy story.
Even as his flesh was torn and cut apart, he still seemed distracted, his mind running through all kinds of ridiculous plots.
He ended up making himself laugh.
Until the lead surgeon raised his head, looked at him, and said with serious eyes behind the mask: "Name?"
"Uh… Huai Shi?"
He hesitated instinctively, and answered like that.
