The dead man was naked and lying alone on a white table in the huge surgical demonstration room. The room was pale, white and aggressive, solemn and ruthless, making the entire surgical demonstration room tremble in a scream caused by endless torture.
The noon sun shines on him, making the blue-black spots on his forehead particularly eye-catching, making dazzling green reflect on his exposed belly, and his belly swells like a big skin filled with water.
His body is like a large smooth calyx, like a strange flower from the Indian jungle, and is indesirable to worship on the altar of the God of Death. His waist was bright and dazzling. The big wound under his navel was emitting a terrible stench, and he was slowly shattering from the heat, like a deep red furrow. The doctor came in. These affable people in white coats had scars left during duels on their faces and gold-edged glasses. They approached the dead, looked at him with great interest, and commented on him with an expert's eyes.
They took out the anatomical instruments from the white cabinets and white boxes: hammers, -tooth knife , sharp bone saws, files, a set of terrible tweezers, and took out countless large needles from the small box. These needles were like countless vultures hook-shaped beaks, screaming constantly when they wanted to peck at the corpse. They started to do the creepy job. They all look like terrible executioners. They inserted their hands deeper into the cold corpse, and like a chef in a white coat was sucking out the internal organs of a goose, blood flowing over their hands, and intestines wrapped around their arms, like a green snake. The feces, a stream of warm rotten and smelly liquid, splashed on their gowns. They pierced the bladder, and the cold urine flashed inside, like a jar of yellow wine. They poured their urine into several large bowls, and a stench like ammonia hits their noses, but the dead man is asleep.
When the hammer hit his head and made a sound, a dream, the love remaining in his heart, revived, like a torch burning on his dark night. Outside the spacious window, a vast blue sky spreads out, filled with white clouds floating in the light. They wander around in the loneliness of the afternoon, like cotton full of fields. Swallows swim in the blue sky, shaking their wings under the warm July sunshine.
The black blood of the dead flowed down from the rotting forehead, condensed into a terrible cloud in the scorching heat. The breath of death always lingers with him. His skin began to turn into corpse water, and his belly became as pale as the eel 's belly under the doctor's greedy fingers. The doctor's arm penetrated his wet body, deep into his elbows.
The dead man's mouth also cracked due to rotting, and it seemed like he was smiling. He dreamed of auspicious star, a rich summer night, and his fusion lips seemed to be trembling slightly because of a gentle kiss. How much I love you, I once loved you so deeply. Do you want me to tell you how much I loved you? As you walk through the poppy field, your clothes floating around your ankles are so dazzling in the scorching sun that the flame-like poppy flowers will be eclipsed.
You just left, looking back at me frequently along the way. After you leave, I am still standing in the wind. The only hope is that the wind will not blow away my breath from you.
When the iron chisel in the doctor's hand chiseled open the bones of his temples, the dead man lying on the white mortal table trembled slightly from his happy happiness.
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