The operating light hung overhead like an icy sun. The crisp sound of metal instruments colliding, the sticky sound of rubber gloves being pulled, and the heavy breathing behind the mask - on November 11, 2023, in the underground operating room deep in the Myawaddy Park in northern Myanmar. I, Zhang Xiaolong, am spread out like rotten meat on a chopping board. The anesthesia has long since worn off, and the severe pain from the peeling of the cornea is like a red-hot iron hammer poking into the eye socket, and the nerves are screaming. The last light in sight was Doctor "Old Ghost"'s curved forceps stained with the blood of the previous person. He hummed "Sweet Honey" in a wild tune, and the tip of the pliers accurately probed my remaining right eye... The pain exploded, and the darkness completely swallowed me up.
