The arrogant imperial concubine arrives, the favorite of the regent

Yun Mujiu looked at Ye Xiaohan's sleeping face for a while, then took out some equipment from the doctor's system warehouse and injected nutrient solution and anti-inflammatory drugs into Ye Xiaohan.

She inserted the intravenous needle into the back of Ye Xiaohan's hand, then hung the infusion bottle on the infusion stand, and finally adjusted the infusion flow rate so that the liquid could flow into Ye Xiaohan's body at a uniform rate.

After finishing all this, she dragged over a large wooden box, and then sat on the box as a stool, with her upper body lying on the edge of the operating table where Ye Xiaohan was.

I'm so sleepy and tired that I need to close my eyes and take a rest.

Yun Mujiu opened the doctor's system, set the time using the alarm clock in the system, and then closed his eyes to rest.

The operating room was silent except for the dripping sound of liquid in the infusion bottle, a sound so soft that it was almost inaudible.

Yun Mujiu was so tired that she felt dizzy. With two alarm clocks set, she quickly rested without any worries. She just wanted to take a short nap, but she fell into a deep sleep.

If someone were standing in the operating room at this moment, they would definitely be attracted by the scene before them.

A handsome man was lying in bed due to illness, unconscious. A beautiful woman was lying beside him with her arms resting on her head, breathing lightly as she fell asleep. One of them was lying down, while the other was lying on her stomach, creating a harmonious and warm atmosphere.

Time passed by minute by minute, and the alarm in the doctor's system began to make a "beeping" reminder sound. Yun Mujiu frowned, and did not immediately come back to his senses.

At this moment, Ye Xiaohan's fingertips moved slightly, and his eyelashes fluttered.

He felt as if he had had a very long dream and could not wake up. He did not have a complete sense of control and felt a little uncomfortable.

Suddenly, Ye Xiaohan's eyes opened sharply.

The first thing I saw was the roof of the operating room, and the light inside was bright white and yellow. Then I saw an iron rack hanging next to the operating table, and a small bottle with some colorless liquid in it.

Looking down along the thin tube at the end of the small bottle, I saw a thin needle inserted into his bony hand.

Ye Xiaohan's hazy eyes gradually became clear, and his bright gaze naturally fell on the person beside the bed.

Yun Mujiu was still dressed the same way as before she started practicing medicine, except that she was not wearing a mask, revealing her fair and tired face. Her hair was messy, and some of it was wet with sweat, sticking straight to her snow-white face.

Ye Xiaohan looked out the window again, and it was already completely dark.

Did this operation take that long? How tired must Yun Mujiu be?

Ye Xiaohan stopped looking around and turned his gaze back to Yun Mujiu.

The sound of the alarm clock kept ringing in Yun Mujiu's head. She frowned, and her pretty facial features showed a hint of confusion.

A soft moan came from her mouth, and Ye Xiaohan's calm heart trembled suddenly.

Yun Mujiu moved his arms, slowly straightened his back, and looked at Ye Xiaohan with a somewhat confused look.

Ye Xiaohan closed his eyes and showed no signs of waking up.

"Fortunately, fortunately, Ye Xiaohan hasn't woken up yet. I guess the anesthesia effect will soon wear off." Yun Mujiu muttered to himself to cheer himself up.

She stood up, looked up at the IV bottle, then looked down at Ye Xiaohan's expression.

"Ye Xiaohan, you have to get better soon."

Ye Xiaohan didn't react at all, his breathing was as steady as ever.

Yun Mujiu did not ask for any response from a patient who was still under anesthesia. She paced around the room and continued to pack up the surgical tools.

She estimated that it had been a minute, and turned to look at the IV bottle, and the liquid in the bottle had just been used up.

Yun Mujiu smiled lightly: "Finally, the infusion is finished, you just need to have a good rest."

She strode towards Ye Xiaohan, pulled out the needle from Ye Xiaohan's hand, and then put away the bottle and the infusion stand.

She looked back at Ye Xiaohan and said softly, "Everything has been taken care of. We are just waiting for you to wake up. Oh, by the way, let me take your pulse and check your physical condition."

She turned around and used alcohol to disinfect her hands, then turned again and screamed, "Ah!"

Ye Xiaohan blinked his eyes gently, as if he was not used to the stimulation from the outside world, and looked like he had just woken up. Somehow, he wanted to tease Yun Mujiu a little just now to see how Yun Mujiu was like when he was alone in the operating room.

Yun Mujiu shouted excitedly: "My Lord, you're awake!"

Oh, her calculation was so accurate. Ye Xiaohan woke up according to the anesthesia recovery time she estimated.

Ye Xiaohan opened his eyes normally and stared at Yun Mujiu motionlessly.

Yun Mujiu was stunned, and immediately thought of the fact that some patients would wake up after surgery, but the anesthesia effect might not have completely subsided. At this time, the patients would often make many funny jokes because of their unclear consciousness.

She had performed surgery on many people before. Some patients had short-term memory confusion and gibberish. Some would speak out their subconscious thoughts, which were embarrassing things that they would never express. Some would lose their self-positioning and think they were some kind of small animal or special object.

In short, patients whose anesthesia effects have not completely worn off will have a variety of manifestations...

Yun Mujiu stood still and stretched out five fingers to Ye Xiaohan, "Your Majesty, how many fingers are here?"

Ye Xiaohan had a blank expression on his face and said nothing.

Yun Mujiu froze, took a step forward, stretched out three fingers, and waved them in front of Ye Xiaohan several times. Should he be able to see clearly now?

"My Lord, how many fingers are there here?"

Ye Xiaohan had no emotion on his face and remained silent.

Yun Mujiu's face and body were both stiff. Nothing would happen to Ye Xiaohan, right? Logically speaking, the operation was successful. This shouldn't happen! The dosage of the anesthetic was also extremely precise!

Her eyes couldn't help but turn red, anxiety surged in her heart, and she said in disbelief: "How could this happen!"

Ye Xiaohan pulled back his nervousness, and the dizziness he had just felt disappeared immediately. He had not expected Yun Mujiu to suddenly become like this, and he immediately became flustered, saying in a deep voice: "Mumu, I know it's you. I'm Xiaoxiao."

Ye Xiaohan had been feeling a little dizzy for a few moments, but when he saw Yun Mujiu's worried look, he used his willpower to pull himself together.

Yun Mujiu's nose was sore and he breathed a sigh of relief. "Why didn't you react just now? I was so scared! I thought you became stupid because of the excessive anesthesia! No matter how anesthetized a patient is, generally speaking, they will give feedback."

"Otherwise I'll be worried to death!" Yun Mujiu stepped forward and grabbed Ye Xiaohan's wrist, frowning and taking his pulse.

A trace of solemnity and relief flashed across Ye Xiaohan's eyes, and he said in a low voice: "It's my fault. I didn't come back to my senses just now. I'm fully conscious now, so don't worry."

After taking the pulse, Yun Mujiu leaned over and stared at Ye Xiaohan's face. He breathed a sigh of relief only after confirming that there was really nothing wrong. He immediately became listless.