She’s laid on a hospital trolley bed with nothing on, except a sheet over her.

The nurse pushes the trolley down the corridor towards the operating theater, where she leaves the girl on the trolley outside,

while she goes in to check whether everything is ready.

A young man wearing a white coat approaches, lifts the sheet up and starts examining her naked body.

He puts the sheet back and then walks away and talks to another man in a white coat.

The second man comes over, lifts the sheet and does the same examinations.

When a third man does the same thing, but more closely, she grows impatient and says:

“All these examinations are fine and appreciated, but when are you going to start the operation?”

The man in the white coat shrugged his shoulders: “I have no idea.

“All I know is we’re just the inspectors for the ‘Hospital Trolley Quality Control Department.'”

The girl blinked in confusion, still fully wrapped in the sheet and now seriously considering if she had been signed up for some bizarre new reality show. Before she could process it further, another man in a white coat came strolling by with a clipboard.

“Don’t worry, dear, you’re in good hands,” he said cheerfully, giving her a thumbs-up. “We’ve got a five-star rating for our inspections, but the surgeon? He’s currently in the break room with a sandwich.”

The girl groaned, resisting the urge to laugh. “Wait, you mean I’m the patient? Aren’t you supposed to be the doctor?”

The man paused, then glanced down at his clipboard. “Oh, you’re not the patient. You’re part of the test group for our new ‘hospital experience’ program. It’s a 360° immersive trial. You know, to help our staff practice before the real thing!”

At this point, the young woman’s patience ran out. “So, I’m just a… ‘practice dummy’? You guys don’t even know what my operation is, do you?”

The first inspector—uh, man in the white coat—shrugged. “Honestly, we were hoping you could tell us. We’ve been working on that part of the training for hours. Ever considered becoming an intern?”

As the girl’s mind spiraled in disbelief, a nurse returned to her side, looking apologetic.

“Oh no, I’m so sorry,” she said, giving the sheet a gentle tug. “The operating theater is all ready now. We’re just trying to figure out what kind of sandwich the surgeon prefers.”

The girl sighed deeply, realizing that her operation was probably going to involve more waiting than actual surgery. “Well, as long as I don’t end up on Yelp as ‘just another underwhelming experience.'”

The nurse, unfazed, nodded. “Good news! You’re being upgraded. We heard you needed extra practice.”