"Wait a second, sign this agreement before you hit the anaesthetic." Xi Yan put the agreement stamped by the dean in front of the man.

"Okay, I'll sign me, I'll sign it even if you ask me to sign a deed!" The man said excitedly.

"Don't, just calm down and see what it says, we won't pit you."

"Just two lines? Oh, I see. I won't bother you at the hospital if something happens!" The man said with a quick glance.

"It's not you who bothered us, but your family," Xi said, handing the pen to the man.

The man hurriedly signed his name on the paper, and Xi Gang handed a box of printing ink.

"There is no end!" The man was so irritable that he wanted to kick Xi Xi away.

"The last one." Xi Yan held the ink pads and laughed harmlessly.

"Okay!" The man gritted his teeth, pressed his thumb into the ink, and pressed his finger on the paper.

"This is the head office! Give me an anesthetic soon!" The man breathed a sigh of relief, and then grinned with painful pain in his leg.

The anesthesiologist came up and gave the man a shot.

"The cost has been deducted from the money your family has deposited," Xi said.

"Um." The man closed his eyes, his frowning brows gradually relaxed.

Before long, he fell asleep. He fell asleep by himself, without the help of others.

"That's it," Xi said with a smile in his hand and said to the head nurse.

*

Busy times always pass extremely fast, and in the blink of an eye, five hours have passed.

The setting sun was sinking to the west, and the afterglow was pouring in from the window, and half of the ward shone with orange sunlight.

A middle-aged woman came in with a lunch box in her hand.

Now the situation in the ward is much better than in the morning, at least not so noisy, and the voice can be heard clearly.

The middle-aged woman came to the man's bed with a broken leg and pulled down the stool under the bed to sit down.

"Asleep?" She was slightly surprised when she saw the man's sleeping face.

When the accident happened, she rushed to the hospital to accompany the man to perform the operation. After the operation, she accompany him for a while in the ward and went to work. After returning home from work, she hurried to cook and came to see him.

Didn't the doctor say that it would hurt after the operation, and would not be able to sleep? But it doesn't seem to hurt him now?

Middle-aged women don't know what the principle is, but since the man is asleep, she won't wake him up, let him sleep first, anyway, it won't be cold for a short while.

But after an hour, she felt it was time to wake the man. If you do n’t eat anymore, the rice should be cold, then you might as well sleep after eating.

"Pharaoh, wake up." The middle-aged woman screamed softly.

The man did not respond.

"Lao Wang, wake up, it's time to eat!" The middle-aged woman said loudly.

But the man still didn't respond.

Middle-aged women noticed something was wrong.

"Pharaoh?" She stood up suddenly, reaching out to push the man.

But no matter how she pushed or how she called, the man did not respond.

"Doctor! Nurse! Help! Save my Pharaoh!" The middle-aged woman ran out crying for help.

*

The doctor wearing a mask stood in front of the man's bed with a record board in his hand, and said what was being recorded.

"Preliminarily identified as an overuse of anesthetic, which has temporarily paralyzed the nerves in the brain."