Su Li opened her eyes and realized her situation was dire.
Covered in blood, she lay on the cold surgical table.
Dried smears of blood were everywhere, and Su Li's body trembled uncontrollably, a sign of excessive blood loss.
Aside from that, Su Li could feel the soaked blood-drenched dress covering her naked lower body, and with every movement, waves of intense tearing pain clear as day reached her cerebral cortex.
Without a doubt, this body had just endured something terrible.
This was Su Li's first encounter with such a gruesome situation, so she tensely scanned her surroundings.
It was a small clinic, almost ready to be abandoned, with cotton wads scattered about, and rusty scalpels carelessly tossed on a table.
The air in the cramped room was damp and musty, mixed with an offensive odor.
In such conditions, Su Li knew that staying any longer would mean certain death.
Moreover, at that moment, she thought she heard a faint conversation outside the ajar door.
