Lei Yating was in so much pain she almost fainted.
"Ahhh—!"
Without any anesthesia, someone sliced through seven layers of her skin and flesh with a cold blade. She screamed incessantly. The agonizing pain made the muscles in her limbs tense and twitch, yet her mind grew increasingly clear.
When her belly was cut open, she had a strong desire to kill herself—if she died, the pain would end. Unfortunately, in this situation, even death was a luxury.
"Who... who exactly are you?!"
Lei Yating lay on the operating table with her swollen belly protruding, her limbs spread wide like a pig tied to a slaughtering block. She gasped for breath with great effort. Sweat seeped from her skin, soaking her clothes and making them cling tightly to her body. Her lips trembled violently.
"Why are you doing this to me?" she rasped.
