Chapter 895 You Call Yourself Human?

• Right now, inside the hospital’s operating room.
• A bunch of lab-coat-wearing slackers leaned against the operating table, chatting and laughing, glued to their phones. Two nurses even cracked sunflower seeds right there in the OR, giggling like it was a break room.
• On the table lay a middle‑aged woman, barely conscious, face tight with pain. The incision on her belly was still open. The anesthesia had just worn off, and waves of agony wrung groans from her chest.