Quick Transmigration and Childbirth: The Target is Not Human

Lying on the dark green operating table again, which still seemed to retain warmth, and with the huge operating light shining directly on her cheeks, Xia Yangyang turned her face away from the sting.

Five or six doctors in sterile gowns surrounded her, took off her pants, and examined her uterine environment to determine how to implant the embryo.

The professional vocabulary they used was unfamiliar, cold, and devoid of warmth. She felt less like a human being and more like a sow waiting to be slaughtered on a chopping board.

Xia Yangyang closed her eyes, calmed herself, and thought, "Just a little longer, and it'll be over in a blink of an eye."

A sterile cotton ball soaked in iodine was slowly applied to her lower body.

To ensure the quality of embryo implantation, anesthesia cannot be used during the transfer process; theoretically, there will only be some slight stinging and discomfort.

Suddenly, the laboratory lights went out without warning. The doctors looked at each other and shook their heads at the same time.

Xia Yangyang opened her eyes. In the pitch-black darkness, only the four eerie green words "Escape Passage" stood out.

A power outage? No, this is ridiculous, they're in the middle of surgery.

It's embarrassing to have her legs open like that.

In the silence, a commotion broke out outside the closed operating room, which was particularly noticeable.

"Run!!" came a shrill, muffled female voice.

Xia Yangyang's heart felt as if it had been struck by a hammer, and she trembled violently.

That voice sounded so familiar. Whose was it? Was it the female researcher who had been taking care of her? She had given her donkey-hide gelatin and pig's blood.

But what is she shouting? Is Victor in heat and causing trouble? Is she telling the researchers to run for their lives? Or—

"Xia Yangyang!!!"

Those three words were so enlightening that they left her momentarily stunned and unable to process what they meant.

She was calling out...to herself?

Her obsidian-like almond-shaped eyes reflected a faint gleam, and Xia Yangyang perked up her ears.

The shouts outside gradually subsided, mixed with the sound of hurried footsteps.

"Don't have surgery! Don't let them touch you—!"

"They're going to remove your uterus, they're going to cultivate the maximum number of embryos, they're going to kill you!!!"

There was the sound of gunfire. Someone covered her mouth and dragged her away, making incoherent noises, as she got further and further away.

The air was deathly still, like a tomb. When Xia Yangyang looked up, she met five pairs of eyes that were calmly staring at her.

They stood there indifferently, wearing masks, like grim reapers from the underworld.

The way he looked at her wasn't like he was looking at a living person, but rather a corpse.

A creepy, tingling sensation spread through my scalp, like a spider web, growing larger and larger.

Xia Yangyang picked up a metal instrument and slammed it down hard at the nearest doctor.

An escape is imminent.

Several strong doctors came up and held her shoulders, but Xia Yangyang's petite body was as agile as a fish. She slipped under their arms and slid to the ground.

Her heart was pounding, and she dodged and weaved, grabbing whatever she could and throwing it behind her.

"Stop!!" "Where do you think you're going?!" "Don't let her get out!" "Oh—Son of a bitch!!"

Chaos erupted in the operating room, and several grown men were unable to get close for a moment.

Xia Yangyang gripped the operating room door with both hands, her face already sallow and pale. She turned her head to look back while repeatedly turning the lock on the door.

Open the door! Open the door! Open the door! Open the door!

But the door was locked from the outside, and no matter how hard she shook it or rammed it with her body, she couldn't budge it an inch.

A scalpel flew from behind her, grazing her cheek and leaving a stinging, bloody mark before embedding itself firmly in the door panel.

Xia Yangyang's forehead was covered in fine sweat as she slid down the door with her back pressed against it.

Xia Yangyang: [Am I really going to die here?!]

System: [Why don't you try shouting for help?]

Xia Yangyang's face contorted in disbelief: [Even if I scream my lungs out, no one will come to save me!]

The system looked conflicted: [Calling for help with "throat screaming" probably won't work; I suggest calling for "help."]

Xia Yangyang: [...]

Suddenly, a sharp pain came from my shoulder.

Holy crap... what the hell is that tranquilizer gun?

Xia Yangyang turned her head and forcefully pulled the syringe out of her shoulder with her left hand, but it was too late; the medicine inside was empty.

The sudden, unexpected spinning motion threatened to engulf you in an instant.

She collapsed to the ground, her limbs giving way, while the ceiling spun, encircling five sinister male faces.

She was dragged along the ground by her ankles, like a rag doll.

"Anesthesia can significantly reduce the chances of conception."

"Xiao Fu, you're being too reckless. We only have nineteen successfully fertilized embryos. We should cherish the mother's body."

"Oh, stop blaming me. Blame this crazy woman..."

Xia Yangyang's vision blurred, but her fingers still gripped the floor tightly until her nails were worn down and her skin broke open.

Ten conspicuous bloody finger marks were left on the floor.

The will to survive was like a hook grasping at the last straw. Gazing at the blurry, receding words "Operation in Progress," a faint light shone through the crack in the door.

The last string in her heart finally snapped.

An uncontrollable instinct, tearing at her heart, burst forth from her throat:

"Help me!"

"Victor—!!!"

The sound waves rippled through the air.

Piercing through a thick steel door, sharp ripples spread through the water in the experimental tank.

Beneath the deep water, a pair of eerie green eyes opened.

His pupils were vertically slits, forming extremely thin black lines, exuding a sinister and bloodthirsty aura.