She could only shake her head; she couldn't speak or move.
No one paid any attention to her resistance.
The needle pierced her skin, and the anesthesia slowly entered her body.
Feeling her own helplessness, and the excessive struggle from the start, her body now softened.
The anesthetic in her body was slowly taking effect.
Feeling that the time was nearly right, they released their grip on her.
By this point, even if no one was pressing down on her, she no longer had the strength to rise.
Feeling somewhat despair, tears streamed from her eyes, and she whispered, "Why..."
She wasn't asking one person, but all the people here.
"Why do you want to harm my baby... It hasn't even come into this world... It hasn't wronged anyone... Why would you do this... Don't you all have children? Or will have them in the future... When you look at your own children... Won't you remember the child you killed with your own hands? Where is your conscience..."
