The technician managed to finish his work in less than half an hour. He was helped by the fact that the patient was asleep—probably because of the anesthetics they had given her. He sat down on a small stool and wiped the sweat from his forehead. He could afford a short break. As he sat there, he looked over the “equipment” once more. He decided no further adjustments were needed.

As he stood up, he accidentally kicked the stool backward, and the scraping sound woke the patient. Her eyes slowly widened in horror.

The technician hated giving explanations, and it was obvious that at any moment he would be bombarded with thousands of questions.

The young woman’s gaze naturally went to her legs. Her lips were already trembling with nerves. The technician was just wondering whether he could sneak out quietly when she screamed:

“What have you done to me?” She looked like a gentle woman, probably because of the soft features of her face, but her voice was like that of a wounded tyrannosaurus. The man was a little startled, though it wasn’t as if he hadn’t dealt with shocked patients before.

“I’m afraid you’ve been injured, ma’am. You are currently in a hospital.”

“I know I’ve been injured—I crashed, didn’t I? And of course I’d be in a hospital. I asked you what you’ve done!”