They walked into a laboratory one after another, where a giant circular mechanical apparatus was placed, and over a dozen staff members were performing various adjustments.
Qi Ling: "What is this?"
Zhao Yiming walked to the front of the machine and gestured, "I'm not going to tell you what it is. Just lie down."
Qi Ling didn't say much and climbed onto the machine.
As soon as she lay flat, metal rings snapped out at her wrists, ankles, and neck, locking her firmly in place.
Zhao Yiming: "Next, you'll be given a dose of anesthesia. Close your eyes and take a nap. When you wake up, everything will be over. How is that? Simple, right?"
Bound by the metal rings, Qi Ling didn't move, nor did she struggle. She just asked with a smile, "You won't do anything peculiar or twisted while I'm asleep, right?"
Zhao Yiming said politely, "Rest assured, I promised Su Mo that I would only have you assist with the work, nothing more.
