Chen Ming, dressed in a simple plain white T-shirt and jeans, was secured to the bed. As crew members peeled back his clothing to attach various medical instruments, a look of panic—not chaos, but the panic of a man facing a fate long awaited—spread across his stubble-covered, sallow face.
The restraints and sensors were finally in place. His breathing grew labored.
"Report: preparations complete. Awaiting order to execute."
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