The last thing Mu Aixi remembered was the golden retriever with a ruptured aorta on the operating table, and the sharp sound of the monitor suddenly pulling into a straight line. Her sterile-gloved hands were still pressed into the warm abdominal cavity of the dog, but her vision was suddenly swallowed up by a dazzling white light - not the shadowless lamp in the operating room. The light was scorchingly hot, as if it was about to evaporate her soul.
When he opened his eyes again, there was a strong smell of musty and hay lingering on the tip of his nose.
