The arrogant imperial concubine arrives, the favorite of the regent

Yun Mujiu came back to her senses. There were too many people there just now, and she should have considered the privacy of the scene. How could she open the door and check Ye Xiaohan's injuries in front of so many people?

After returning to Ye Xiaohan's bedroom, Yun Mujiu, with the help of Du Ziheng, successfully checked Ye Xiaohan's leg injury. Fortunately, there was nothing abnormal with the bandages on both sides of his thighs.

Then, Butler Zeng, Doctor Fu, Wei Song and Wei Bai also entered the bedroom.

Yun Mujiu took a deep breath and removed the bandage on Ye Xiaohan’s right calf.

The wound that had been sewn up long ago began to split open, and the neat stitches became a little messy.

Yun Mujiu said nothing and twisted the needle to stop the bleeding.

Then, she said, "I'll clean the wound first."

Ye Xiaohan nodded, and Yun Mujiu took out a bottle of liquid and poured it on the wound to rinse it. Not long after, Yun Mujiu quickly completed the first step of cleaning and disinfection. During this process, Ye Xiaohan's eyebrows were flat, without any fluctuations, like a person who was completely unconscious.

Yun Mujiu stared at the wound and said faintly: "Next I will remove the previous stitches and sew the wound again."

Ye Xiaohan said: "Just do it."

Yun Mujiu said: "My Lord, I am going to anesthetize you."

Ye Xiaohan was slightly stunned, remembering the time when he lost consciousness before the leg surgery. At that time, Yun Mujiu used some kind of "compound anesthesia technique" on him. He was completely unconscious during the more than four-hour surgery and had no idea what was going on.

Even after listening to Du Ziheng and Doctor Fu's detailed description of Yun Mujiu's surgical procedure, he still wanted to see for himself how Yun Mujiu performed the operation.

Ye Xiaohan waved his hand to refuse: "No need for anesthesia, just sew it up directly."

"Your Majesty?" Yun Mujiu was surprised. "During this process, I will use knives and needles to pierce your skin and flesh. This time I will only perform local anesthesia on your legs. You will not lose consciousness, but only the sensation in your legs."

It will definitely be painful to suture the wound without anesthesia.

Ye Xiaohan heard that he would not lose consciousness and could still maintain a state of thinking, and his mind was slightly moved. However, he still insisted: "No need for anesthesia, I am not afraid of pain."

He didn't care about this pain. On the battlefield, swords and knives were merciless, and he had been injured many times. He had experienced all kinds of pain, so his tolerance and endurance of pain was different from that of ordinary people.

Yun Mujiu had previously performed a major surgery on his leg, and now he only had to re-suture the wound, which he could endure without anesthesia.

Yun Mujiu's eyes flickered, and she sighed barely audibly. Ye Xiaohan was sometimes stubborn, which was comparable to her.

Yun Mujiu said to everyone, "I'm going to organize the medicine box. Please help me help the prince sit on the couch."

Everyone turned around to help, and Yun Mujiu took this opportunity to turn sideways and reach into the medicine box with one hand.

Then her spiritual sense probed into the doctor's system, and the next moment a special white bottle appeared in her hand, with a small raised front end at the mouth of the bottle.

She took all her things and turned to walk towards Ye Xiaohan. At this time, Ye Xiaohan was sitting on the couch and his eyes were also cast towards her.

Yun Mujiu said, "Let's begin." She shook the white bottle in her hand, aimed it at the wound on Ye Xiaohan's calf, then pressed the top of the bottle, and a white mist sprayed out.

Ye Xiaohan only felt the wound go numb at first, and then a cool feeling came from it, and the faint pain in his leg disappeared completely.

He glanced at the bottle in Yun Mujiu's hand and asked curiously, "What is this?"

Yun Mujiu sprayed Ye Xiaohan's wound again and replied: "The anesthetic spray can temporarily paralyze the nerves at the wound on the leg and will not affect other parts of the body."

Without giving Ye Xiaohan a chance to speak, Yun Mujiu immediately asked, "Does Your Majesty feel comfortable at the wound, without any pain, and is his brain consciousness as clear as ever?"

Ye Xiaohan nodded, "Not like the unconscious state during the previous surgery."

"That's good. This is exactly what makes my bottle special. Now, there's no need for general anesthesia to sew up the wound again."

Yun Mujiu raised his head and looked at Ye Xiaohan, then said, "I know that Your Majesty is not afraid of pain, but the necessary medical treatment can relieve the discomfort and will not interfere with or affect your current state of thinking."

Ye Xiaohan nodded, his eyes calm.

Yun Mujiu touched the muscles of Ye Xiaohan's legs and explained to Ye Xiaohan, Du Ziheng and Doctor Fu: "Surgical stitches will make the patient feel painful. Even a person with a strong willpower cannot completely and perfectly control the instinctive reaction of the body's muscles. When the patient's wound bursts, it is easy for the muscles to become tense. If the patient feels tense, the skin and muscles around the wound will become stiff, which is not conducive to the suturing operation."

The experiences of the past few days made her think a lot. It was time to expand her network of contacts. She could only save a limited number of people by herself. If she could train a group of capable assistants, her medical practice would be wider and her treatment efficiency would be higher...

Ye Xiaohan replied in a deep voice: "So that's how it is. I understand." A layer of light seriousness appeared on his cold face, and he watched Yun Mujiu's series of actions intently.

Yun Mujiu expressed his understanding and said, "This is the medical knowledge that doctors learn. It's normal for you not to know it."

She put the spray back into the medicine box and felt two burning gazes on her.

She glanced to the side and saw Doctor Fu and Du Ziheng staring at the spray. Even Wei Song and Wei Bai had envious looks in their eyes.

Yun Mujiu smiled helplessly and said to Ye Xiaohan: "I'll get a box of this spray later and give each of you a few bottles as backup."

Ye Xiaohan said, "Okay." This medicine has special efficacy and should play a key role in emergencies.

The others were surprised and thanked Yun Mujiu in unison.

In the next incense stick of time, Yun Mujiu cleaned the wound and sutured it layer by layer, and soon re-bandaged the wound on Ye Xiaohan's calf.

During this process, everyone, including Ye Xiaohan, stared closely at Yun Mujiu's flowing movements.

Ye Xiaohan remained calm from beginning to end, as if he was not the one who was stabbed. The others felt a strong tingling sensation in their hearts when they heard the subtle sound of the wound being sutured.

It was not enough to treat the lacerated wound, Yun Mujiu also removed the bandages on the other three places on Ye Xiaohan's legs and carefully examined the injuries under the bandages. Fortunately, the other three wounds were fine, so she took off the bandages and bandaged these three wounds with new bandages.

After finishing everything, Yun Mujiu stood up and smiled at Ye Xiaohan. "The operation was successful."

Ye Xiaohan suddenly felt a sense of foreboding. Why did Yun Mujiu's smile look so evil?

Yun Mujiu dug into the medicine box, took out an object, raised one corner of his lips and gave Ye Xiaohan an evil smile: "Xiao Xiao, I have to treat you again."

Ye Xiaohan raised his sharp eyebrows, his eyes were filled with surprise, and his deep eyes stared at the object held in Yun Mujiu's hand.

Du Ziheng stared at what Yun Mujiu was holding and was dumbfounded.

What is Yun Mujiu going to do? It's so scary!