Love letters are not allowed in the exorcism notebook!-Chapter 750 - 172 It Seems I Forgot Something

After she hugged his neck and shouted this sentence into his ear with all her strength, Wang Yunxiao’s actions actually paused for a moment.

But it was just a momentary pause, the subconscious movement to reach out and grab the burden on his back also stopped.

Then he switched his target, his lifeless eyes fixated on Shen Xishi, who was holding an IV needle, and he charged forward with a leap, throwing a fierce punch.

Shen Xishi dodged to the side, and the fist went straight through the wall behind him.

A nearly fifteen-centimeter-thick brick wall was punched through by Wang Yunxiao. Following that, he casually tore down the whole wall, revealing the operation room next door and the stunned doctors and nurses inside.

A brick fell down and hit Li Mumu on the forehead, causing her to cry out in pain.

This sound made Wang Yunxiao hesitate again.

"It’s okay, we are in a hospital, just relax a bit."

Li Mumu, regardless of the pain on her forehead, comforted him softly next to his ear.

"Relax, yes, do you still remember my voice?"

However, Wang Yunxiao was just silently adjusting his breathing rhythm, and from the blank expression on his face, it was clear that his consciousness had not yet fully recovered.

"Okay, be good, and I will treat you to hot pot after you recover from your injury."

Li Mumu held Wang Yunxiao in her arms, comforting him softly while signaling Shen Xishi with her eyes to hurry up and administer the medication.

Not sure what breed of beast this was, she watched as so many needles full of sedatives were injected, and yet they had no effect at all.

Didn’t you tell me you were practicing something related to a scholar?

Men’s mouths, really deceitful ghosts.

"How about I sing you a song? Have you heard me sing before?"

Shen Xishi pondered for two seconds, then gave up on the injectable solution, picked up an oxygen tank from the corner, connected the tubing, and placed the breathing mask on Wang Yunxiao’s face while turning on the valve.

"Twinkle, twinkle, little star..."

Li Mumu softly hummed the nursery rhyme, carefully observing Wang Yunxiao’s condition.

His muscles were indeed gradually relaxing, but looking at the rhythm of his breathing, there was no sign of him wanting to fall asleep at all.

The whole song had been sung, and watching the pressure gauge on the oxygen tank gradually decrease, Wang Yunxiao still refused to lie down, making Li Mumu sweat on her forehead.

Director Shen, is your medication expired or what?

Facing Li Mumu’s skeptical eyes, Shen Xishi calmly stood up, walked over, and handed a book to Li Mumu: "Read to him."

Li Mumu took a look, my goodness—"Advanced Mathematics"

Isn’t this too cruel and inhumane?

I must say... Aren’t there too many props prepared in this operation room?

"Garrison soldiers have high resistance, indeed they are quite troublesome. You stabilize him first, I’m going to perform surgery on the one across."

Seeing that Wang Yunxiao’s condition had stabilized, Shen Xishi tossed the math textbook to Li Mumu and directly walked through the broken wall to the other side.

The nurses on the other side were still frantically cleaning the floor, and the patient on the operation table seemed to be more severely injured than Wang Yunxiao.

Watching Shen Xishi leave, Li Mumu set down the math textbook and whispered in Wang Yunxiao’s ear: "I went to First Hospital and saw that Little Gourd and the others are recovering well, you don’t need to worry."

"I also handed over the notebook to the principal, so don’t worry about my safety."

"Leave the rest to me, you don’t need to worry about anything, just get some sleep first."

Hearing Li Mumu’s gentle whispers, Wang Yunxiao finally completely calmed down.

Only after sending him away did Li Mumu notice that her clothes were soaked through with blood, mixed with dust, turning into patches of mud.

Shen Xishi had just finished another surgery and walked back to see Mumu squatting in the corner, deep in thought. He said sternly, "Stop thinking about your little boyfriend, he won’t die. Go take a shower, have some food, and let the General Affairs Department arrange accommodation for you. Come back before seven in the morning to report."

"He’s not my boyfriend..."

Mumu defended weakly.

"That’s for the better."

Shen Xishi shrugged. "With his stamina, at your age, you really might not be able to handle it."

Handle what?

Mumu was stunned for a second, then quickly realized what he meant.

You inappropriate old man! Are we even that close?

Shen Xishi continued to analyze seriously: "Many of the Garrison Soldiers I know prefer women in their thirties and forties, the type that are fierce and demanding. Young girls simply can’t withstand their roughness..."

"It’s none of your concern!"

That’s really enough.

After taking a hot shower and changing into new clothes—a standard doctor’s uniform from the hospital—Mumu went to the cafeteria. With her newly issued identity card, she ordered every dish she liked.

The bottle of glucose earlier simply didn’t satisfy her hunger.

Surgery is a physically demanding task, not as simple as how ordinary people imagine cutting steak with a dinner knife.

Especially since most of those on the operating table are tough guys like Wang Yunxiao, without real skill, you won’t even be able to cut through the skin.

Bite by bite of rice and braised pork, it took Mumu two full bowls to finally feel somewhat rejuvenated.

She felt her cheeks heating up.

It must be a cold caught from the chilly wind after her shower.

She needs to sleep early tonight.

"Mumu, here’s your key, your dormitory is behind the hospital."

Sister Gu from the General Affairs Department came over, sat opposite Mumu, and placed the key on the table: "You’ll have a single room, I’ve prepared all the daily necessities for you, and if you need anything else, just tell me directly."

"Thank you, Sister Gu."

Mumu quickly expressed her gratitude.

Sister Gu didn’t rush to leave, and looking at Mumu with a smile, she asked in a low voice: "Are you adapting well over at the hospital?"

Not particularly well, always feeling like an exploited child laborer, also enduring the greasy middle-aged superior’s inappropriate jokes.

But you can’t really say anything. In the eyes of the doctors, a patient is just a slab of flesh on the bed. Their perception is different from normal people, so don’t expect them to behave as sensible in the surgical room as they do outside.

Ordinary girls might only encounter certain things once in a lifetime, but for the young nurses, they might have to handle hundreds a day.

Mumu could only chuckle.

It seems there’s something else... ah well, if I can’t remember, it must not be important. I’ll deal with it tomorrow.

You asked me to get breakfast early, but didn’t specify which day’s breakfast, right?

Of course, being a pure and kind young woman, she isn’t utterly heartless.

After filling her stomach, Mumu packed up the remaining food, walked out the door, ordered a fried chicken, burger, fries, and a cola set across the street, and headed straight to the Containment Department in the basement of the Special Service Bureau.

No one guards this place, and even in the list of departments at the Special Service Bureau, the "Containment Department" does not exist.

If it wasn’t for her firsthand experience, Mumu might not have been able to find this place.