Inside an operating room, a girl was grittily biting her pale lips as she received an injection of milky-white fluid into her body. The chill of the medical instruments touching her warm body felt incredibly jarring.
"Relax a bit, it'll increase your chances of getting pregnant!" Despite the surgeon's repeated reassurances, a bead of sweat on Duan Mojili's forehead remained unshaken.
Beneath her innocent face lurked strong fortitude and resilience.
Ten million, to serve as a surrogate for a wealthy family. She would never disgrace her own body like this if it weren't for her mother's impending serious illness.
As Duan Mojili's body was tormented and she dragged her exhausted self out of the operating room, she never thought that heaven could be so merciless.
One week later.
She stood in front of the unforgettable operating room. The words 'failed to conceive' echoed in her mind like a tolling bell, causing her already exhausted body to shake uncontrollably. She braced herself against the cold wall, anxious about her mother's health condition without this money.
"Miss Duan, you don't need to worry, you can spend a night with the benefactor, not only will it increase the chances of pregnancy, but you can also get a five million advance payment."
The person in charge seemed to have read Duan Mojili's thoughts and immediately offered words of comfort.
And so, the five million commission naturally became the main reason she agreed to this proposition without hesitation. In the eyes of others, she was no different from those money-grubbing women, just a little cleaner.
"I agree, I agree!" Duan Mojili narrowed her eyes, clutching at her last straw of hope without considering any other factors, gratefully consenting.
"Good, I'll make the arrangements!" The person in charge patted Duan Mojili's shoulder with a sense of responsibility. Paying no mind to her emotional turmoil, he strode away progressively disappearing into the hospital corridor in his high heels.
In no time at all, it was already night.
Duan Molli quietly lay on a soft bed, her eyes veiled with a black cloth, unable to hide the throbbing heartbeat caused by anxiety.
“Bang!” Amidst the silent wait, the sound of a door opening and closing resonated. Duan Molli was extremely anxious about what was to come, her body gradually curling up.
She had handed herself over to be an object of work.
She even didn't know how long this tearing pain had lasted before she passed out due to physical exhaustion. When she woke up, apart from the sour pain all over her body and the dried-up bloodstain on her inner thigh, it seemed like last night was just a nightmare.
There was no man beside her as she had anticipated, only a crumpled bed sheet with a large check on it. Duan Molli was delighted, yet the money reminded her of her own filthiness.
She had gathered enough funds. Her mother's operation could proceed as scheduled, but due to the mental stress and physical exertion, Duan Molli gave birth prematurely at six months.
At this moment, Duan Molli was enduring physical torture, struggling on the operating table. Sweat had soaked her pale face, her brows attracting due to intense pain, her breaths came heavily, and her expression was harsh.
"Miss Duan, after the child is born, our partnership will be terminated and the final payment will be transferred to your bank account. It should be enough for a lifetime of worry-free living." A female voice, devoid of any emotion, chimed in by her side, unphased by her suffering.
Being six months pregnant, coupled with the days Duan Molli had to take care of her mother's illness, had led to early labor due to severe abdominal pain.
Lying on the cold operating table for the second time, the unpleasant memories mixed with physical pain were stimulating her body.
