The blinding white light of the surgical lamp left burn-like afterimages on Su Yuqing's retina. She heard the crisp clatter of metal instruments, sounding remarkably like the nanoscale containers colliding in Mother's laboratory. The fog of anesthesia was retreating, but a deeper mist surged from the depths of her memory.
"Blood pressure stable, mechanical body activity reduced to a safe threshold." The doctor's voice sounded muffled behind his mask.
Lin Mo's palm covered her icy fingers, his warmth transmitting through her skin. She rolled her eyes and saw the fresh stubble on his chin and the stain of dried blood on his collar—her blood.
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