coobybook Chapter 640: It’s enough for everyone to be safe from now on
Chapter 640: It’s enough for everyone to be safe from now on
Everyone was extremely worried about Mu Xiaoji's cardiopulmonary failure, and they immediately contacted various departments and associations. They looked like ants on a hot pan, running around in panic.
At this moment, Mu Xiaoji was in the intensive care unit, but he seemed to be in another world, happily immersed in the sweet atmosphere of reunion after a long separation.
In his sea of consciousness, his awareness gradually became clearer, and the quiet and peaceful sound of birdsong, with a long-lost sense of familiarity, came gently to his face like a breeze.
He slowly opened his eyes, and what came into view was the small bamboo house that he was very familiar with.
The warm sunlight shines through the delicate window lattices and is reflected on the bed just right.
The house was filled with a strong smell of Chinese medicine, as if the entire space was covered with a layer of mysterious veil.
He tried to get up, but suddenly felt weak all over, as if all his strength had been drained out of his body.
Just as he was struggling, Jiang Chengyu walked in with a bowl of medicine and steady steps.
His face was expressionless and cold, as if he had never met Mu Xiaoji before. He threw the medicine bowl to the bedside, spilling some of the soup. He didn't even blink, but turned and left the room without hesitation.
Seeing this, Mu Xiaoji shouted anxiously, "Little monster..." However, his voice seemed to be swallowed by something and no sound came out.
He could only watch his lover Jiang Chengyu's back gradually walking away, feeling mixed emotions.
His eyes involuntarily fell on the bowl of medicine beside the bed, which was emitting white mist. The spilled medicine...
He felt deeply the ruthlessness and indifference of his lover, and his thoughts became tangled like a tangled mess.
In an instant, Jiang Shuo's words emerged clearly in his mind, and he said stubbornly: "Dad, you have to do your own things.
Don't forget, it was you who injured your little daddy that made him like this. You have to be responsible for the rest of his life. No matter how difficult it is, you have to grit your teeth and hold on.
Then came the scene of Jiang Chengyu being beaten. In the backyard of the Goldsmith Bay Villa, under the scenic rockery, Jiang Chengyu was kneeling on the ground, looking at the rabbit in the rockery hole.
Mu Xiaoji saw the smaller version of himself, "Jiang Shuo", and angrily came to the backyard. Trembling all over, he questioned Jiang Chengyu: "Don't you need to give me a reasonable explanation?"
Jiang Chengyu lowered his head, knelt down at Mu Xiaoji's feet, and said softly: "I'm sorry, Xiaoji, I know I was wrong!"
Mu Xiaoji smiled bitterly and said, "Can just one sentence, 'I know I was wrong,' clear my reputation?"
He raised his cane and hit Jiang Chengyu hard on the back; Jiang Chengyu gritted his teeth with a look of pain on his face.
Mu Xiaoji complained: "Just saying, 'I know I'm wrong,' can stop me from being cursed by the world?"
Mu Xiaoji became angrier and angrier as he spoke, and hit him hard on the back with the stick again. Jiang Chengyu silently endured the mistakes he had made.
Mu Xiaoji seemed to be blinded by anger, and shouted at the top of his lungs: "Jiang Chengyu, why did you do this to me? Why?"
Seeing that he did not respond, Mu Xiaoji shouted again, "Why?" In a rage, he raised his cane and hit Jiang Chengyu hard on the back again.
Jiang Chengyu instantly fell to the ground, and said in a trembling voice: “Xiao Ji, it’s me…I’m sorry for you;
I cannot escape the blame for my death. I hope you will remember our past friendship and not let me die…don’t let me die…in such an ugly way.”
Mu Xiaoji laughed heartily and said with tears in his eyes: "Jiang Chengyu, you have made me the biggest joke in the world.
How dare you bargain with me?" He raised his cane and hit Jiang Chengyu hard on the back again.
Seeing this, Chou Bao struggled to get off Shen Rou. Seeing Mu Xiaoji stepping on his little daddy's hand with a painful look on his face, he ran over desperately and kicked Mu Xiaoji in the calf.
Mu Xiaoji took a few steps back and shouted angrily: "You little beast, how dare you fight with me." In a rage, he kicked Choubao.
Jiang Chengyu pushed Choubao away and shouted, "Choubao, be careful."
The kick hit Jiang Chengyu, and in an instant Jiang Chengyu slid several meters away as light as a feather, rolled over and spat out a mouthful of blood.
Chou Bao hurried to Jiang Chengyu's side, crying and complaining: "Little Daddy, how are you? I don't expect Daddy to come back to see me anymore. Little Daddy, please don't be in trouble."
Jiang Chengyu had blood overflowing from his mouth. He reached out and touched Choubao's head, comforting him: "Choubao, don't talk nonsense. Daddy is fine." After that, he lost consciousness.
Thinking about how ruthless and decisive I was before, what was so strange about a bowl of bitter medicine at this moment?
Mu Xiaoji stared blankly at the bowl of medicine, silent tears streaming slowly from the corners of his eyes.
His heart was filled with self-blame and guilt, knowing that he owed the little monster after all.
When we brought him back to the modern era, not only did we fail to provide him with attentive care, but we brought him the most suffering and pain.
At this moment, he was full of regret. He slowly closed his eyes, as if he could not bear the burden, and fell asleep again.
Jiang Chengyu stood quietly outside the window, his eyes fixed on Mu Xiaoji without blinking.
At some point, his eyes turned red and tears welled up in them. The tears were filled with heartache and helplessness.
He turned and walked into the house, helped Mu Xiaoji who had fallen asleep again, covered the corner of the quilt for him considerately, and reached out to gently wipe away the tears from the corners of his eyes.
She murmured softly, "Xiao Ji, this place doesn't belong to you. Please don't be greedy, okay? The one who stays with you is just a stinking skin. Please don't be so obsessed with protecting him, okay?"
Your heart and lungs are failing, and you can't delay any longer. Transplant my organs as soon as possible and raise your stinky baby well. Our bond in this life ends here, and it's enough for us to each be well from now on!"
The next day, the morning light was like a golden thread, shining softly into the luxurious bedroom of Mu Xiaoji and Jiang Chengyu through the huge and bright floor-to-ceiling windows of Jingyang Villa.
Jiang Shuo suddenly woke up from his little father's warm arms, caressed by the soft morning light.
He looked around sleepily. The room was decorated with exquisite European-style furniture, showing elegance and luxury.
On the wall still hangs the portrait of Jiang Chengyu and Mu Xiaoji that Alice carefully drew.
Jiang Shuo has always known that this painting is priceless to his little daddy Jiang Chengyu.
Guan Shan and Yan Kai were sleeping soundly in the soft and comfortable leather sofa.
These days, due to Mu Xiaoji's sudden condition, both of them were exhausted physically and mentally.
In the past, they would practice their morning lessons at dawn without fail, but now, the severe situation left them no time to do so.
Not only did the two of them have no energy left, but even Jiang Shuo was completely focused on searching online for donor hearts and lungs.
Jiang Shuo didn't have time to sort out the chaotic thoughts in his mind, nor did he care about his physical fatigue. He dragged the laptop to the side of the big bed.
His eyes were fixed on the message pages of major platforms, his eyes full of anticipation and anxiety, as if that small screen carried all of his father's life.
However, what came into his sight was like a sharp knife, piercing his heart directly.
The screen was filled with curse words and insults, and those words were twisted and ferocious like poisonous snakes.
"Hey, if you're still nursing, go beg for alms from Mr. Mu himself! He's truly compassionate. You don't need to curse people just to hype yourself up, okay?"
"There are so many boring people nowadays who can't stand seeing others doing well. When they see other hospitals doing well, they maliciously smear them."
"Hello little friend, if you want to use someone's title as a 'good man' to hype yourself up, why don't you just say something nice? It would be pointless to use verbal attacks, right?
When Jiang Shuo saw the comments, he completely ignored the deep concern for his father and the desperate struggle in his heart.
Jiang Shuo bit his lower lip tightly, his hands unconsciously clenched into fists, his knuckles turned white from the force, and tears flickered in his eyes.
But he tried hard to hold back his tears, with only one thought in his mind: no matter what, he must not give up looking for a donor, because his father was still waiting for him to save him.
Just when Jiang Shuo felt helpless, as if he was in the abyss of darkness, shrouded in layers of despair,
The exquisite door of the bedroom slowly opened with a crisp "click".
Principal Lin Yuelin walked in with steady and concerned steps, followed by Chen Xiaoxiao, Pang Hu, Shi Lei and Wang Xinyue.
Chen Xiaoxiao was like a smart little deer. She took the lead and walked quickly to Jiang Shuo. Her eyes were full of concern and worry.
He said softly, "Jiang Shuo, we haven't seen you at school for a long time. We miss you so much.
We heard Uncle Mu was ill, so we came to see him, but we were also worried about you. Are you okay, Jiang Shuo?"
As she spoke, she took another step forward and handed the carefully selected bouquet to Jiang Shuo.
The bouquet of flowers was gorgeous and fragrant, as if injecting a touch of warmth and vitality into the depressing atmosphere.
Jiang Shuo was slightly startled, with a hint of surprise and emotion in his eyes. He quickly stretched out his hands to take the flowers and said gratefully:
"Thank you, Xiaoxiao, and thank you Teacher Lin, and everyone for your concern. However, my father is not in G City right now. He is in the intensive care unit of Kuncheng Central Hospital.
His vital signs are very fragile now, and he is racing against time to wait for a matching donor heart and lungs."
Jiang Shuo's voice trembled slightly, and every word seemed to be spoken with all his strength.
Hearing this, Pang Hu, Shi Lei and Wang Xinyue looked at each other and quickly approached Jiang Shuo.
Pang Hu patted Jiang Shuo on the shoulder and said firmly, "Jiang Shuo, you have to be strong!
Uncle Mu is always kind and generous, and has done so many good things. God will surely bless him, and he will definitely be able to find a matching donor heart and lungs."
Shi Lei also nodded and said seriously: "That's right, Jiang Shuo, we all believe that Uncle Mu is blessed with a long life.
We will definitely get through this difficult time. With medical technology so advanced now, there will definitely be a turnaround in the donor situation.”
Wang Xinyue held Jiang Shuo's hand tightly, and said with a stern look in his eyes: "Jiang Shuo, you are not the only one who persists.
We will all be with you, praying together that Uncle Mu will soon find a donor heart and lungs, and we hope he gets better soon."
Jiang Shuo felt a surge of warmth as he looked at his sincere companions. Their words were like beams of bright light, piercing through the thick haze in his heart.
In this desperate moment, this sincere friendship made him feel as if he saw the dawn of hope slowly rising from the distant sky, giving him the strength to persevere.