In the brightly lit operating room.
Chen Jing sat on the operating table, her face filled with confusion. The room was deserted, with only the continuous beeping sound from a nearby instrument. Silence prevailed; there wasn't a hint of human presence.
"Wasn't I undergoing surgery?" Chen Jing looked at both her hands in puzzlement, examining the backs of them. Not a trace of needle marks was to be found. She also checked the surgical gown she was wearing, which was neat and intact. There were no signs it had been taken off, although the surgery she was supposed to have required removing the pants below her abdomen.
"Is anyone there?" she called out softly. But the only response was her own echo, with no one replying. The silence of the operating room was so profound that she could hear her own heartbeat. Suddenly, she began to feel afraid. This eerie scene seemed like something only seen in horror movies.