“Let's begin the surgery,” the lead surgeon said.
The other doctor nodded, connecting various instruments to Yolanda's body. The monitor began displaying her vital signs.
The surgeon picked up a scalpel and started giving orders to the nurses.
“Why is the corpse still wrapped in a blanket? Get it off. We can't delay the surgery. The organs will become unusable if the person has been dead for too long.”
After he spoke, two nurses removed the blanket from Yvonne and started to unbutton her clothes.
The surgeon had already picked up the scalpel, waiting for the nurses to expose Yvonne's body to begin harvesting the organs.
One nurse took the blanket while the other began unbuttoning Yvonne's gown. Just as she undid the first button, Yvonne's eyes snapped open.
She couldn't play dead any longer, or these unethical doctors were really going to cut her open.
Yvonne opened her eyes, her dark pupils fixed on the nurse.
The nurse met Yvonne's gaze and, a second later, let out a bloodcurdling scream. “Ah! She's come back to life!”
The nurse stumbled back a few steps and collapsed on the floor, shrieking and crying in terror. “Ah! Aaaah!”
Even the doctors, accustomed to life, death, and gore, were frightened enough to stumble back.
Yvonne sat up slowly, stiffly, on the operating table. Then, she spread her arms like a zombie from a movie and lunged off the table, intentionally trying to scare them.
“You killed me! Now it’s your turn! Give me back what you took!”
“Ah!”

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