coobybook Chapter 947 Why are you here too?
Chapter 947 Why are you here too?
In Mu Xiaoji's bedroom in Jinjiang Bay, the morning light shone through the sheer curtains and fell on the edge of the bed.
Jiang Chengyu opened his eyes from his daze, his fingertips fumbling for his phone on the pillow. On the screen lay a WeChat message from Mu Xiaoji:
Good morning, little monster. How are you feeling today? I arrived home yesterday at dusk. I was worried you were resting and recuperating, so I didn't disturb you.
His fingertips twitched slightly, and a faint smile involuntarily curved his lips as he replied:
"I'm feeling much better today. I'm going to meet with Fan Wei to finalize the schedule. I don't know when we'll see each other again, so take good care of yourself."
Mu Xiaoji replied almost instantly: "Take care of yourself..."
He chuckled softly, threw back the covers, got up, and walked barefoot onto the soft carpet toward the bathroom.
When the warm water splashed on my face, the confusion completely dissipated. The person in the mirror still had a hint of weariness in their eyes, but they were already clear-headed.
Soon, he came out wrapped in a bath towel, took his phone, left Mu Xiaoji's bedroom, and went into his own room across the street.
On the pristine white bed lay several sets of clothes that Mu Xiaoji had recently bought for him, still in their packaging.
He casually tore open a set of clothes and changed into them. His shirt was neatly pressed, and his trousers were crisp. Just as he was about to grab his tie, his phone suddenly rang sharply.
Jiang Chengyu frowned, tossed his tie onto the bed, picked up his phone, and saw the name "Feng Tao" flashing on the screen.
He paused for a moment, then swiped to answer the call: "Hello, Feng Tao, what's up?"
Feng Tao's sarcastic voice came through the receiver: "Sleeping in? That's not like you, President Jiang."
Jiang Chengyu coughed lightly, masking his discomfort: "No, my throat is a little sore today. Just say what's wrong."
Feng Tao's tone suddenly turned cold, filled with suppressed anger: "Gu Ze committed suicide by cutting his wrists, are you satisfied now?"
"What did you say?" Jiang Chengyu's brows furrowed instantly, and his voice suddenly rose, "Feng Tao, say it again."
"I said, Gu Ze committed suicide by cutting his wrists! He's dead! Are you satisfied now?!"
Feng Tao practically roared, shouting each word as if it were frozen solid into the phone.
Jiang Chengyu's heart sank, and his hand holding the phone trembled.
"Feng Tao, when did this happen? You're not kidding me."
"While you were back in Jinjiang Bay for your family dinner!" Feng Tao sneered.
"Gu Ze suffers from severe depression, and you are his attending physician; don't you know that this kind of illness is incurable and cannot withstand external stimulation?"
Jiang Chengyu's breathing became erratic instantly, and he asked urgently, "Where are you now? I'm coming right away."
“Sure, we're friends, it's only right that you see him off. We're at the psychiatric ward of the city's central hospital, see you there.” Feng Tao said, then slammed down the phone.
Jiang Chengyu held his phone, his fingertips icy cold.
He grabbed his coat and rushed out of the room, his steps hurried as he went downstairs.
In the living room, the old lady and Shen Rou were huddled together in front of a laptop, flipping through new clothing items.
Hearing footsteps, Shen Rou looked up and stood up first: "Cheng Yu, are you awake? Chenxi said you weren't feeling well, are you feeling better today?"
A hint of embarrassment flashed across Jiang Chengyu's face as he spoke rapidly, "Aunt Shen, Grandma, I'm much better. There's an urgent matter at the construction site, so I have to go now."
The old lady waved her hand and said, "Cheng Yu, have some breakfast before you go!"
"No, Grandma, I'm not hungry." Before she finished speaking, she had already rushed out the door.
In the courtyard, Xiang Xiaowu was wiping down the car when he saw Jiang Chengyu hurrying out. He quickly put down the rag and went to greet him: "Good morning, Mr. Jiang."
"Xiao Wu, go to the city's central hospital immediately!" Jiang Chengyu's voice was filled with an undeniable urgency.
"Yes, Mr. Jiang!" Xiang Xiaowu didn't dare to delay and quickly opened the back door of the car.
The moment Jiang Chengyu got in, the car started, its tires screeching across the ground, whipping up a gust of wind as it sped towards the gates of Jinjiang Bay.
The scenery outside the car window rushed past. Jiang Chengyu stared ahead, his brow furrowed, a heavy weight pressing on his heart.
Gu Ze brought over some hangover soup. On the balcony of Gu Ze's own bedroom in his apartment, those slightly stubborn eyes...
"Cheng Yu, has President Mu... never truly left your world?"
Feeling guilty, she apologized to him: "Gu Ze, I'm sorry. Yesterday things happened so suddenly, I shouldn't have left you there alone."
"That's because I've never been important to you!" Gu Ze's voice suddenly rose, filled with long-suppressed grievances and anger.
It was the first time she had ever seen Gu Ze so shocked. The white porcelain bowl in her hand accidentally fell to the ground and shattered into several pieces.
Gu Ze slowly squatted down, reached out and grasped his own hand, and looked up earnestly, saying:
"Cheng Yu, if I do anything wrong, you must tell me."
What Mu Xiaoji can give you, I can do too, and even... I'll treat you better than he did.
Only then did he realize that Gu Ze had already harbored impure thoughts towards him back then.
"Cheng Yu, we've been together for almost a year. Can't you feel my feelings at all?"
These vivid images lingered in his mind, and the intention behind them was quite clear.
How could he not have noticed that Gu Ze was already acting strangely that morning?
"Xiao Wu, hurry up!" Jiang Chengyu urged, as if seeing Gu Ze would save his life.
As soon as the car came to a stop in the courtyard of the city's central hospital, Jiang Chengyu pushed open the car door and jumped out, his figure instantly disappearing into the crowd in the hospital lobby.
He knew this place well; he had treated an old lady and a police officer here before.
So he knew the way well and ran quickly towards the psychiatric ward without stopping.
People were coming and going in the corridor. He looked around, passing by the door of each ward, trying to find that familiar figure as soon as possible.
Just then, a nurse came out of a ward carrying two empty medicine bottles.
Jiang Chengyu immediately went up to him: "Hello, may I ask which ward Gu Ze is in?"
The nurse turned to the side and pointed to the ward behind her: "This is the one."
"How is he? Does he still have vital signs?" Jiang Chengyu's voice was filled with barely concealed tension.
The nurse nodded, her tone softening slightly: "The rescue was timely; there's no danger to his life now."
He's lost too much blood and is still unconscious. Whether he'll wake up is still under observation.
"Okay, thank you." After thanking him, Jiang Chengyu turned around and eagerly pushed open the ward door.
The ward was quiet, with only the regular low beeping of the monitoring equipment echoing in the air.
Gu Ze lay on the hospital bed, his body covered in tubes, his face as pale as a sheet of paper, and his breathing weak.
Feng Tao sat on a chair by the bed, looking exhausted, his eyes bloodshot.
Seeing Jiang Chengyu enter, a cold smile curled at the corner of his lips: "Oh, Mr. Jiang, you've arrived so quickly?"
Did you sneak out behind her back? Otherwise, the 'lock mark' wouldn't be so obvious.
Jiang Chengyu then realized that he had only buttoned up a few buttons on his shirt in his haste.
The neckline was open, exposing the skin around the collarbone. In addition, she had forgotten to tie her tie in her haste to leave, making the clasp of the choker quite conspicuous.
His heart tightened, and he subconsciously raised his hand to fasten the buttons on his collar one by one, his movements revealing a hint of unnatural panic.
His gaze fell upon Gu Ze, lifeless on the hospital bed, and his heart felt as if it had been violently clenched.
Feng Tao's earlier sarcasm was instantly overshadowed by heavy worry.
The air in the attending physician's office was heavy. Teng Zijing slumped in his chair, one leg crossed over the other.
His fingertips tapped his knee unconsciously, seemingly nonchalant, but a hint of coldness and irritation was hidden in his eyes.
Deng Zhouyi's face was grim as he looked at Dr. Lu opposite him, his tone filled with suppressed urgency:
"Dr. Lu, what is Gu Ze's condition now? Is there any chance he will wake up?"
Dr. Lu pushed up his glasses, a complex expression on his face, his voice low and cautious:
"When Gu Ze was brought in, he had already gone into shock due to excessive blood loss, and his condition was very critical."
Fortunately, the rescue was timely and effective, and the patient's vital signs have stabilized; there is no longer any danger to their life.
He paused, then changed the subject, his tone becoming more uncertain:
"But the problem is that prolonged blood loss can lead to insufficient blood supply to the brain."
The risk of brain death cannot be ruled out—which would greatly reduce his chances of waking up.
Of course, if he wakes up during the observation period and recovers smoothly afterward, there shouldn't be any major obstacles.
Deng Zhouyi's brows furrowed even more, and his knuckles turned white from the force.
Teng Zijing stopped tapping his knee, looked up at Dr. Lu, and his tone was no longer as casual as before.
Then came the chillingly cold remark: "You mean, whether he wakes up or not depends entirely on him?"
"You could say that," Dr. Lu nodded. "All we can do is maintain his vital signs."
Give him the best care; the rest... depends on his willpower.
Teng Zijing stood up instantly and tapped on the desk. "No matter what method the hospital uses, I want him to wake up, or they can just wait to go out of business!"
Teng Zijing turned and strode out of the office. Deng Zhouyi tapped twice on his desk and quickly followed him out.
Dr. Lu took out a handkerchief to wipe the cold sweat from his forehead, barely daring to breathe, and shook his head.
A brief silence fell over the office, broken only by the ticking of the clock on the wall.
Each sound felt like a blow to Dr. Lu's heart, a heavy pressure that left him speechless with bitterness.
Teng Zijing and Deng Zhouyi walked side by side down the hospital corridor, their inherently cold auras acting as an invisible barrier.
The surrounding medical staff and family members, who were originally walking around, subconsciously slowed down and moved aside.
Even their voices were lowered, and a subtle tension filled the air.
Upon reaching Gu Ze's hospital room, Teng Zijing pushed open the door, and the two entered one after the other.
When Teng Zijing's gaze swept across the ward, he paused, a clear look of surprise flashing in his eyes—Jiang Chengyu was there too.
Jiang Chengyu was standing by the hospital bed, his back to the door, looking at Gu Ze on the bed.
His shoulders were slightly tense, and the lines of his profile looked particularly hard under the white light of the ward.
Hearing the noise, he turned around and saw Teng Zijing and Deng Zhouyi. "Master Jing, Assistant Deng, you two have arrived?"
His words were concise, but his expression quickly turned serious.
Teng Zijing responded, his tone not exactly warm, but rather complicated as he asked, "Why are you here too?"
Jiang Chengyu nodded, his gaze returning to Gu Ze's face, his voice low and deep:
“I was very surprised when Assistant Feng said he attempted suicide by cutting his wrists, as I had only been here for a short time.”
Teng Zijing didn't speak, but walked to the other side of the hospital bed, looked at Gu Ze's arm covered with tubes and his pale face, and slowly frowned.
The ward fell silent instantly, with only the rhythmic beeping of the medical equipment echoing, silently enveloping the complex emotions among the patients.