When Qin Yangyue opened her eyes, her mouth was filled with the taste of rust. She was lying on the operating table, the light tube above her head emitting a pale light and buzzing. The smell in the nose was a mixture of disinfectant and some unexplainable chemical. It smelled like a hospital, but not like a hospital. Miss Qin, how do you feel? A man's voice came from the right. Qin Yangyue turned her head and saw a middle-aged man in a white coat standing next to the instrument, holding a tablet in his hand and recording something. She wanted to speak, but her throat was as dry as sandpaper.
