coobybook Chapter 981 Little Monster, I'm Back
Chapter 981 Little Monster, I'm Back
The air outside the operating room seemed to freeze. Dr. Liu was so frightened by Teng Zijing's icy roar that he trembled all over and his hands were shaky.
Xing Zhongxing took a deep breath, stepped forward, and said in a deep voice, "Dr. Liu, please go back and stabilize Jiang Chengyu's vital signs first."
We immediately contacted Renxin Hospital and tried to get Mu Xiaoji here.
Dr. Liu nodded repeatedly, his voice filled with urgency: "Okay, Captain Xing, I'll go in right away! You must hurry!"
Wu Lan waved to him, and the heavy door of the operating room opened and closed again, isolating the anxiety inside and outside.
Teng Zijing suddenly stood up and turned to leave. Xiang Xiaowu quickly grabbed him, his voice tense: "Master Jing, where are you going?"
"Send a helicopter to G City to pick up Mu Xiaoji." Teng Zijing's voice was as cold as ice, every word carrying an unquestionable resolve.
No sooner had he finished speaking than his cell phone in his pocket suddenly rang urgently.
Teng Zijing took it out and saw the three words "Mu Xiaoji" flashing on the screen.
His heart skipped a beat, and he answered the phone with trembling fingers.
Mu Xiaoji's slightly amused voice immediately came through the receiver: "Master Jing seems to be having a rare moment today."
Why did you suddenly call me? Is something urgent? I just got off the operating table and called back as soon as I saw the missed call.
Teng Zijing opened his mouth, but his throat felt like it was blocked by something—
He wanted to find an excuse to keep the other party calm, but when the words came to his lips, he couldn't utter a single one.
He was afraid that speaking directly would frighten Mu Xiaoji, and that losing his composure would only delay things.
Seeing no response for a while, Mu Xiaoji on the other end of the phone raised his voice: "Hello? Master Jing? Are you listening?"
"I..." Teng Zijing was about to speak when Xiang Xiaowu, who was standing next to him, could no longer hold back.
She snatched the phone, her voice trembling with tears, and screamed, "President Mu! Come here quickly!"
"Come to Kunming quickly! General Jiang has been shot! Please come and save him!"
Mu Xiaoji on the other end of the phone went silent instantly. Cheng Jianpeng was standing to the side packing up the equipment.
Seeing him shake violently, almost dropping his phone, she quickly stepped forward to support him: "Mr. Mu? Are you alright?"
Mu Xiaoji's voice was as soft as a feather, yet it trembled indescribably: "How...how could he have been shot?"
"There's no time to talk about this now!" Xiang Xiaowu's tears streamed down his face.
Speaking at breakneck speed, like a machine gun, "The bullet pierced the lung and was very close to the aorta."
Dr. Liu said he wasn't sure... Please come quickly, Mr. Mu! It'll be too late if we're any later!
Mu Xiaoji's hand holding the phone trembled violently, and her face turned deathly pale.
But his voice became strangely calm, and he emphasized each word:
"Okay. I'll be right there. Tell the doctor to keep him calm and wait for me."
"Okay, okay! Mr. Mu, please hurry! Be careful on the road!" Xiang Xiaowu choked up, repeatedly reminding him.
After hanging up the phone, Xiang Xiaowu's legs gave way and he sat down on the ground, tears still streaming down his face.
But as if finally grasping at a straw, he murmured, "President Jiang will be alright... everything will be alright as long as President Mu is here..."
Teng Zijing stood there, staring at the closed operating room door, a chill creeping into his heart.
The clock in the corridor continued to tick, each second feeling like torture.
Now, all anyone can do is wait.
We await the one who can bring hope, who will travel across mountains and rivers to arrive here.
Mu Xiaoji hung up the phone, his fingers still trembling slightly. He ripped off his surgical gown.
He casually tossed the phone onto the nearby equipment table, grabbed his phone, and opened the ticketing app.
The time on the screen was 7:30. The next flight to Kunming was at 7:55, and tickets were sold out.
Without the slightest hesitation, he immediately dialed the aviation service center, his voice slightly hoarse with urgency:
"Hello, I'm Mu Xiaoji from Renxin Hospital. There's a critically ill patient in Kunming who urgently needs my surgery."
The situation is extremely urgent. Could you please help me coordinate a cabin space? Thank you so much.
He spoke very quickly, yet clearly and logically explained his identity and the special circumstances.
The sincerity in his voice almost overflowed through the receiver.
"Okay, Mr. Mu, we will verify your information immediately. Please keep your phone accessible."
The customer service representative's voice was relatively calm.
After hanging up the phone, Mu Xiaoji turned to look at Cheng Jianpeng, the bloodshot veins in her eyes clearly visible.
"Dr. Cheng, could you please take me to the airport now? I need to get to Kunming."
Cheng Jianpeng didn't ask any more questions and quickly put on his coat: "Okay, Mr. Mu, let's go."
Stepping out of the disinfection room, the corridor lights illuminated Mu Xiaoji's pale face, making her appear exceptionally haggard.
Cheng Jianpeng couldn't help but say, "President Mu, you look terrible."
"That six-hour surgery just finished this afternoon, and you rushed over there without stopping. Can your body handle it?"
Mu Xiaoji followed him towards the parking lot, her steps a little unsteady.
But she still shook her head, forcing herself to stay calm: "It's okay, I can rest for a while on the plane."
The car door closed, and Cheng Jianpeng floored the accelerator, sending the car hurtling out of the Renxin Hospital gate like an arrow.
Shifting gears and accelerating, the roar of the engine was particularly jarring in the night.
"What kind of patient is in such a hurry?" Cheng Jianpeng asked, keeping a close eye on the road.
Mu Xiaoji gazed at the fleeting night view outside the window, his Adam's apple bobbing.
The voice was so soft it sounded like a sigh: "It's Professor Jiang."
Cheng Jianpeng jerked his footing, nearly swerving the steering wheel: "Professor Jiang? He... has fallen into a deep sleep again?"
"No." Mu Xiaoji closed her eyes, the sound of Xiang Xiaowu's tearful voice still seemed to echo in her ears.
"Tell Xiaowu that he was shot. The specific details... are unclear."
He opened his eyes, his gaze filled with indescribable emotions. "Faster."
"Okay!" Cheng Jianpeng responded, stepping on the gas again, and the car streaked across the night sky like a black lightning bolt.
Mu Xiaoji's fingertips dug deeply into his palms, silently repeating in his mind:
Little monster, it's my fault. I shouldn't have left you alone in Kuncheng.
You're all alone... When you're in danger, why don't you know to hide?
He recalled Jiang Chengyu's seemingly calm demeanor, but in reality, he was incredibly stubborn.
My heart felt like it was being gripped tightly by an invisible hand, and the pain was excruciating.
"You must hold on, wait for me," Mu Xiaoji whispered to the void, her voice filled with an unprecedented fragility and determination.
"Little monster, I promise I won't let anything happen to you. I'll never... let you leave me again."
My phone vibrated at that moment; it was a call back from the aviation service center.
Mu Xiaoji answered the phone quickly and heard the other party say, "An emergency cabin has been arranged for you. Please arrive at the airport as soon as possible."
His tense nerves had barely relaxed a little when they were immediately covered by an even deeper anxiety—every minute and every second felt like a race against death.
The car sped into the airport parking lot, and Cheng Jianpeng jerked the steering wheel.
The tires screeched as they rubbed against the ground, barely coming to a stop next to the terminal entrance.
Mu Xiaoji pushed open the car door and rushed inside, with Cheng Jianpeng calling out from behind, "Mr. Mu, remember to send me a message when we arrive!"
He didn't turn around, but simply waved his hand, and his figure quickly disappeared into the crowd.
Using the temporary information provided by the aviation service center, he was able to use the fast track.
While going through security, I didn't even bother to straighten my collar, which had been ruffled by the scanner, until I boarded the plane.
Sitting by the window, my tense body finally relaxed for a moment.
Outside the porthole, the night was as dark as ink, and the city lights spread across the ground like a galaxy.
Mu Xiaoji closed her eyes, but couldn't fall asleep. Jiang Chengyu's image kept flashing through her mind—
On the construction site, they wore work clothes, their faces covered in dust and dirt, and their fair skin had been tanned to a wheat color by the wind and sun.
His calm and collected expression, the smile on his lips when he looked at Sheng Xue, and...
He sat alone on the bedroom balcony, looking at the stars, his figure lonely and forlorn.
A few months ago, on the night before we parted, I chained him to the bed with chains he had designed himself.
This is my final punishment for his countless times of evading me.
That night, under the cover of darkness and fueled by my obsession, I made my ultimate demands of him, letting ourselves sink into depravity and be consumed by each other.
He continued until he was completely exhausted and had no strength left. In the end, he was even too weak to say goodbye.
But now it's devastating news. Mu Xiaoji doesn't dare to think about it anymore. He can't imagine how he will live without the little monster.
Xiao Yue is due to give birth in two weeks; he'll soon have his own child.
He wouldn't allow the little monster to leave him; he also wanted the little monster to see what kind of joy it would feel when it saw the dragon and phoenix twins.
The plane weaved through the clouds, the night as thick as ink. Mu Xiaoji stared at the scattered lights outside the porthole, his fingertips clenched so tightly they turned white, his palms already soaked with cold sweat.
He forced himself to close his eyes and rest, but he couldn't suppress the surging panic in his heart.
The image of Jiang Chengyu covered in blood kept flashing through his mind; it was a shadow left behind by the terrifying "Thomas" manor.
The moment he was shot, he was stunned. His stubborn and obstinate heart collapsed instantly, and each recollection was accompanied by a sharp pain in his heart.
"Dear passengers, this flight is about to arrive at Kunming Airport. Please fasten your seatbelts and prepare for landing."
A gentle announcement came over the loudspeaker from the flight attendant, and Mu Xiaoji suddenly opened her eyes, the bloodshot veins in her eyes becoming even more prominent.
As soon as the plane landed, he eagerly unbuckled his seatbelt.
When I got up, I swayed because of sitting for a long time and excessive anxiety. I had to hold onto the armrest of the chair to keep steady.
I unscrewed the bottle cap, took a sip of water, let out a long sigh, and forced myself to calm down.
As soon as the cabin door opened, he walked quickly towards the exit, almost running all the way out of the terminal.
Xing Zhongxing and Wu Lan, who had been waiting at the door, immediately came forward, their voices filled with barely concealed urgency:
"Mr. Mu, this way! The car is ready, let's go straight to the hospital!"
Mu Xiaoji nodded, not even having time to say anything more, and jumped into the car, urging, "Hurry, the faster the better!"
Wu Lan comforted him, "President Mu, you don't look well. Why don't you take a nap?"
Mu Xiaoji responded softly, "I'm fine."
The car sped off again, the night wind of Kunming blowing through the car window, carrying a bit of coolness, but it couldn't dispel the solemnity between Mu Xiaoji's brows.
"How is he now?" he asked in a hoarse voice, his voice dry from the tension of the journey.
"Dr. Liu stayed inside and temporarily stabilized the vital signs, but the situation is still dangerous. The bullet's location is too tricky, so we dare not operate easily."
Xing Zhongxing responded in a deep voice, his tone full of worry, "Teng Zijing is keeping watch in the corridor."
You haven't said a word since you hung up the phone, and your face was frighteningly cold.
Mu Xiaoji didn't say anything more, but simply turned her gaze to the fleeting street scene outside the window.
He silently repeated Jiang Chengyu's name in his heart, over and over again.
"Little monster, I'm back. Hang in there." It was as if she was encouraging herself, or as if she was transmitting strength from afar.