He Gave Me 99 Surgeries for His First Love, the 100th Killed Me Chapter 01

He Gave Me 99 Surgeries for His First Love, the 100th Killed Me Chapter 01

Four years into being transported to a parallel world, my fiancé sent me to the operating table for the ninety-ninth experimental surgery.

Luckily, I was born with a regenerative ability.

The system said that after just one more time, I could finally return to my original world.

There, my fiancé loved me like his own life.

Unlike this world, where he treated me like a tool, supplying me to the female med student he sponsored for her self-taught anatomy practice.

So even though I frequently spiked fevers from post-op infections and passed out, I never once refused to lie down on that operating table.

The hundredth dose of anesthetic was pushed into my veins.

I closed my eyes, but before I lost consciousness, I heard my fiancé and the doctor talking outside the door.

“Mr. Sterling, we’ve been deceiving Ms. Morrison for four years now, making up that parallel world and the strategy system. When this is all over, can we really keep it from her?”

“Yes. I hired the best hypnosis team.”

“These four years have been my fault, but her physiology is the perfect fit for CeCe to practice on. Even though the first ninety-nine trials failed, this time CeCe is sure to succeed.”

“After the surgery, I’ll make it up to her with the most extravagant wedding and spend the rest of my life with her.”

Under the surgical drape, my eyes flew open, and my mind went completely blank.

So all of it was a setup he’d orchestrated, just to fulfill Cecilia Vance’s medical dreams.

“Oh, and one more thing, this time we’re taking the brain, not the eyeball. When she wakes up, be careful not to slip up.”

My blood ran cold all the way through.

He didn’t know that my ability came from a brain different from any normal person’s.

Once the brain was removed, it wouldn’t regenerate.

And I would die for sure.

—

On the operating table, I struggled with everything I had, but the restraints strapped over my limbs held me completely immobile.

Cecilia walked in and pulled back the drape, frowning at me with obvious displeasure.

“What are you making a scene for? The surgery’s about to start. Stop moving.”

“Let me go!”

My eyes were bloodshot.

“I’m not doing this surgery!”

A metallic voice exploded inside my skull.

[Warning! Warning! The host only has one surgery left to complete the target and escape this parallel world.]

[Abandoning now means everything resets to zero and you start over from the beginning.]

If this were the old me, I never would have let all that effort go to waste.

But now I knew—that voice was nothing more than a hallucination induced by hypnosis.

Cecilia let out a cold laugh and called the nurses over to tighten the straps.

“It’s not up to you whether you do it or not. If you delay my research, can you even afford the consequences?”

Nathaniel Sterling heard the commotion and came in from behind the door.

He frowned and asked, “What’s going on? Didn’t you give her the anesthetic?”

The doctor checked the monitors.

“Mr. Sterling, we’ve used anesthesia too many times. Ms. Morrison has developed a tolerance. We’ll need a different drug.”

“I won’t take it!” I screamed. “You can’t cut open my skull!”

Nathaniel froze. “So you heard all that.”

He paused, then softened his voice. “You’ve been complaining about those migraines anyway. Take the brain out, grow a new one—maybe that’ll fix it.”

“Nathaniel, I will die,” tears welled up against my will, and my voice shook.

“You lied to me for four years. I won’t hold that against you. I’m only begging you—let me go this one time. Please.”

He looked down in silence, a flicker of hesitation in his eyes.

“Elena, what are you playing at with that pitiful act?”

Cecilia’s tone was laced with amusement. “Which one of these surgeries hasn’t left you alive and kicking afterward?”

“Nate, if we don’t start now, I’m going to miss Muffin’s feeding time.”

Muffin was her dog.

He stopped hesitating and signaled the nurse to continue with the anesthetic.

“Elena, Muffin is delicate. She can’t go hungry.”

“This is the last one. After this, we have a long life ahead. I’ll make it all up to you.”

In his eyes, my life mattered less than whether a dog got its dinner on time.