Chapter 1: Reborn on the Abortion Operation Table
The operating table at the township hospital doesn’t have a sterile cloth, just a makeshift pad of loose, weighed sanitary paper.
Suizi picked at the paper. It felt terrible, hard to the touch, easy to break during use, and seriously exceeding bacterial standards.
How could they perform surgery on this thing without risking infection?
Wait, why did this feel so real? Suizi widened her eyes and, without thinking, slapped herself.
Snap!
The crisp sound echoed in the dilapidated operating room.
It hurt! This wasn’t a dream!
She was reborn in her twenties this year, in the eighties!
"Lie still, the anesthetist will be here soon, don’t delay our shift!" The female doctor said displeasedly.
Suizi sat up and slipped into her underwear as quickly as she could.
"I’m not having the surgery. I want to keep the baby."