"Don't!"
Although she had vaguely seen these two guys coming through the wall, it didn't mean she could do it too! Qiao Yan closed her eyes in panic, but the expected pain didn't come.
She opened her eyes and found that she had actually passed through the wall, but...
Why is the outside of the room - a hospital corridor?!
Feeling cold, Qiao Yan lowered her head in fear and discovered that her clothes had turned into a blue and white striped hospital gown. Her upper body was particularly heavy because of her stomach...
Her belly swelled up and sank down heavily, as if it was going to pull her down.
What's going on?! Qiao Yan's breathing became rapid. What's wrong with her body? Why does it feel like she's pregnant?
She was led forward, down the corridor, and to the steel door.
The door was not open, but they could just walk through it, like ghosts, yet with a certain sense of reality. Qiao Yan could feel what her body was "passing" through.
There were no patterns on the green and white floor tiles in the operating room, only yellow and brown unknown marks and some water stains. The lights inside were white and there was no temperature at all. The fishy smell mixed with the smell of disinfectant penetrated into the nostrils.
Two people, one on each side, carried Qiao Yan towards the operating table. Qiao Yan was naturally unwilling and kept pulling her body backwards to try to make them stop.
But her struggle did not win any attention. They just clamped Qiao Yan's hands even harder, as if breaking her arms didn't matter.
The closer Qiao Yan got to the operating table, the clearer she could see. The operating table looked very old and not cleaned properly. There were red bloodstains and rust mixed together at the corners.
There are also tools placed aside, which look like they have been used for a long time. They are just piled together without any consideration of what they are used for.
This place didn't look like an operating room in a regular hospital at all. Instead, it looked more like a small clinic that was specifically used to make dirty money. Qiao Yan naturally felt panic in her heart.
What did they bring her to this place for?!
"Well……"
She moaned silently, and perhaps because of her emotions, her bulging belly began to hurt. Qiao Yan's face turned even paler, and this time she was really bloodless. Under the overhead light, she looked like a moving portrait.
The abdominal cramps felt like someone was using a meat grinder to grind her internal organs. Qiao Yan's hands and feet were weak, and she was pressed on the operating table by the two men in green coats while lying on her back.
The cold temperature seeped from the operating table into the skin on her back and then spread to her entire body.
One of the hands, wearing a green coat and thin gloves, pressed down on her head, pressing Qiao Yan's head firmly against the operating table, while the other pulled a black restraint strap on the operating table that was located next to her neck.
There was a feeling of oppression on her neck, and tears welled up in her eyes again. Qiao Yan shook her head and opened her mouth, struggling weakly. She wanted to shout or scream, but it was impossible.
"I'm not sick, I don't need surgery... Who are you?!" She screamed frantically in her heart, but in the operating room, besides the sound of her skin rubbing against the straps, the only sound was her rapid breathing.
The skin on her neck soon turned red, and a burning pain spread up. Qiao Yan felt that her breathing became difficult, but in fact, the restraint was more than that.
A white light hung above her, and several white shadows appeared in Qiao Yan's eyes. Her hands were soon tied up. This was not an operating table at all, it was clearly a table in a slaughterhouse.
Her legs were spread apart and fixed on both sides. This posture made people feel ashamed involuntarily, even though she was fully dressed.
Her stomach hurt more and more. Qiao Yan thought that something was trying to come out from inside, but she didn't dare to think about it anymore. She just opened her mouth and breathed in the polluted air in a big gulp, trying to relieve the pain.
Suddenly, there was a flash of light in front of her eyes, and Qiao Yan's eyes turned subconsciously to follow it. It was a needle, a very, very long needle.
The sharp light-sensitive tip was enough to make people dizzy just by looking at it, and now, the man in green robe lifted a corner of her clothes and pushed her waist, turning her into a slightly side-lying position. This action made the arm above Qiao Yan's body feel a strong pulling sensation.
It hurt, it hurt so much. How could it not hurt when such a long needle was stuck in her body? Qiao Yan wanted to scream. The meridians in her neck bulged, and her entire neck and face turned bright red.
Her hair was disheveled, and some of it was covered with cold sweat and stuck to her face, causing her a slight itch besides the pain.
After the pain, she found that she gradually lost awareness of her body, but her brain was clearly clear.
She panted and raised her head slightly, her chin resting on the restraints, her eyes bulging as she looked down at her belly. Her bulging belly blocked the green-robed man's movements, but the cold light of the instrument still passed through her belly and fell into her eyes.
Her clothes were rolled up a little, revealing her belly. Qiao Yan saw her thin belly and the torn red and white texture on it, as if it had been cut with a knife.
A scalpel appeared on her belly at the right time. As Qiao Yan watched it getting closer and closer to her belly, her heart couldn't help but beat faster. The feeling of vomiting in her chest surged to her throat. At the moment the scalpel cut through her belly, Qiao Yan finally heard her own voice.
“Ah ...
She suddenly sat up from the ground, staring with her eyes wide open and her mouth open, screaming with all her might, until the violent knocks on the door pulled her out of her fear.
Qiao Yan wiped her face with trembling hands, tears mixed with sweat covered her hands. For a moment, she even mistook the wetness for blood.
The knocking on the door continued, and the agent's anxious voice came from outside the door. Qiao Yan sniffed, retched a few times, staggered to her feet with the help of something beside her, and walked over to open the door.
"What's wrong? What's wrong?" Seeing her in such a mess, the agent hurriedly hugged her and walked inside, not forgetting to kick the door shut with his foot.
Qiao Yan's whole body was shaking uncontrollably, as if she was cold. Her agent took her to the bedside and sat her down, constantly asking her what had happened.
"I had a nightmare." Qiao Yan's voice became hoarse because of the scream just now. She buried her head in the other's neck, and gently stroked her belly with her hands at an angle where her agent couldn't see. It was flat, with nothing on it.
"It's okay, it's just a dream." The agent whispered, comforting her.
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