When she almost couldn't hold on any longer, the man in charge of the injection injected her with an unknown drug again and hung up a blood bag for her.

She didn't know when she fell asleep, but when she woke up again, all the machines around her had disappeared. She was lying on the table, her clothes had been changed, and her hands and feet were no longer fixed by iron rings.

The experience of being injected with drugs seemed like a dream, but it was not a dream.

The two people began to transfuse her blood every once in a while, and occasionally new faces would come over, or when she woke up, she would be surrounded by machines, beeping and beeping, feeding back her physical condition to the machine.

She felt an unspeakable fear in her heart, suspecting that something was wrong with her body.

Every time she would be fixed on the table, and no one would respond to her even a word every time. Those people, one or two, seemed to only pay attention to the data fed back by the machine.

Until one time, she struggled to break free of the blood transfusion needle in her hand, and soon became dizzy and nauseated. The man who injected her with the drug came to her at some point, picked up the blood transfusion needle and inserted it into her arm again, with a helpless tone.

spoke to her.

'Be obedient, you will die without blood transfusion!'

She was in a daze and didn't notice when the other party left. When she woke up again, the blood transfusion seemed to have ended.

There is no need to doubt that something is really wrong with her body.

And after that time, she never had the chance to break free from the blood transfusion needle during blood transfusion.

Day by day, the place was boring and boring. When her body was not fixed on the table, she even thought about committing suicide by hitting the table. However, every time she tried, she would be affected by the hypnotic gas and couldn't even hit her head.

After that, she seemed to have undergone an operation. She fell asleep for an unknown amount of time. When she woke up, it was the post-operative recovery period. She was unable to move freely for a long time, and her life depended on a catheter.

Those in white coats no longer frequently transfused her blood, but they stepped up their physical examinations, probably to take care of her emotions, or perhaps because they were worried about her blindness. Occasionally, the sky would project a realistic blue sky, white clouds or starry sky.

No matter how dull she is, she can still understand her situation - the other party regards her as a guinea pig, and she is a guinea pig in an inhumane experiment!

But what could she do if she realized it? During that time, the most she could do was move her fingers, fall asleep staring at the night sky, and then be awakened by the white light, watching a group of people recording data beside her.

The surroundings were always so warm and comfortable, but to her, it was like purgatory on earth. She couldn't die even if she wanted to. She could only be at the mercy of others day by day, staring above boringly day by day, in a daze, unable to tell how much time had passed.
Chapter completed!