Tianyi slowly opened his eyes, the rhythmic beeping of instruments reaching his ears as consciousness surged back like a tide.
He blinked and stared at the white ceiling above him, his memories gradually returning.
The surgery... the anesthetic... the craniotomy...
He had only closed his eyes, and it was already over?
He tried to sit up, only to find that he was still weak. The lingering effects of the anesthetic had not fully faded, and his limbs felt as heavy as lead.
He turned his head to look around. This was a private hospital room, its walls a soft beige. The curtains were half-drawn, and sunlight streamed in from outside, casting mottled shadows across the sheets.
A glass of water and a bouquet of flowers sat on the bedside table. Their faint fragrance inexplicably eased his mind.
The door opened, and two nurses wheeled in a wheelchair. They gently transferred Tianyi from the hospital bed into it.
Tianyi opened his mouth to say that he could walk, but his body truly had not fully recovered yet, so he could only let them handle him as they pleased.
The wheelchair was pushed out of the room and down the corridor. The hallway was long, and the wheelchair stopped outside a treatment room.
The nurse opened the door and pushed him inside. The treatment room was not large. An adjustable treatment bed stood in the center, with several machines beside it.
A middle-aged doctor in a white coat was already waiting inside. When he saw Tianyi enter, he gave a slight nod.
"Major Tianyi, I'll use medical ninjutsu to heal your wound next. Relax."
Tianyi nodded. With the nurses' support, he moved from the wheelchair onto the treatment bed. He lay down, his gaze settling on the ceiling.
The doctor stepped to