coobybook Chapter 573 Dad, You're Being Bullied Again
Chapter 573 Dad, You're Being Bullied Again
In the slightly cramped temporary meeting room inside the Nancheng District Prison, a hint of tension and fatigue still lingered in the air.
Mu Xiaoji skillfully buttoned up his shirt. His expression, which had been a little disheveled due to the wound he had just treated, had quickly regained its composure.
He straightened his back, his eyes swept around like torches, and said in a firm and powerful voice: "Everyone, be quiet."
The voice seemed to carry an invisible force, instantly penetrating the lingering whispers in the conference room.
Upon hearing this, the medical staff dragged their tired bodies and slowly walked towards the sofa conference table. They each found a seat and sat down.
Mu Xiaoji turned his head slightly, with a hint of trust in his eyes, and looked at Keleweiler, and said calmly:
"Kelaiweiler, please report the results of the new round of physical examinations to everyone in detail tonight."
Coleman nodded slightly, coughed lightly as usual, cleared his throat, and then spoke in a professional and orderly tone:
"Everyone, we have conducted a comprehensive and detailed analysis and testing of the infected person's blood samples.
Relevant data reports show that its various health indicators have successfully returned to normal range.
From a medical professional perspective, these indicators include white blood cell count, lymphocyte ratio,
The data for several key items, such as C-reactive protein and viral nucleic acid detection, now meet health standards.
Based on this, as far as the current situation is concerned, the immunization measures taken today against the epidemic, judging by the phased results, should come to an end."
Upon hearing the news, the faces of the medical staff, who had originally looked haggard due to days of hard work,
Everyone smiled with satisfaction, applauded enthusiastically, and couldn't help but whisper to each other.
"Oh, the epidemic is finally under control, and now we can finally go home." A young nurse sighed, her eyes full of longing for home.
"Yes, my little baby misses me. He didn't dare to call me many times, but just secretly left me a message on WeChat." There was a hint of heartache and helplessness in the voice of another medical staff.
"That's right, my child had a parent-teacher meeting at school yesterday, and I didn't have time to go.
His father also had an important surgery yesterday and couldn't get away." A middle-aged doctor echoed this, his tone filled with guilt for the child.
Mu Xiaoji frowned slightly and coughed softly. This subtle sound seemed like a silent command. Everyone quieted down instantly and the conference room returned to silence again.
Coleman continued with a serious expression, "However, in the new round of physical examinations tonight, the situation is still not optimistic.
After a series of rigorous processes including throat swab sampling, serological testing, and imaging-assisted diagnosis, it was found that more than a dozen people showed initial signs of infection.
Fortunately, the majority of people tested positive for the virus.”
At this time, Yao Xinyue frowned slightly and asked in confusion: "Since we have been so strict in management,
And the patients were clearly isolated from other personnel, so how could someone still be infected in the early stages? "
Mu Xiaoji nodded solemnly and explained, "Please remember this question for now. I will explain it to you in detail later."
As soon as he finished speaking, the phone in Mu Xiaoji's pocket suddenly rang. He quickly took out his phone and took a closer look. It turned out to be a WeChat video call from Jiang Shuo.
He answered the call in a hurry, and the video showed his beloved little monster sleeping soundly.
Jiang Shuo's chubby little hands were holding a bottle of essence, which he was carefully applying on the beautiful face of the little monster.
Mu Xiaoji originally looked tired, but the moment he saw Jiang Chengyu, his eyes were immediately filled with tenderness and he asked softly, "How has little daddy been these days?"
Jiang Shuo stopped what he was doing, tilted his head, and said seriously: "Same as always, but I haven't had you by my side these few days.
I think he's missing you. Look, his brows are furrowed so tightly today."
Mu Xiaoji looked carefully at the camera and felt that there didn't seem to be much change from usual. Suddenly he realized that he was being teased by his son.
The corners of his mouth lifted slightly, revealing a faint smile as he said, "Jiang Shuo, when did you become so slick? You even dare to tease Dad."
Jiang Shuo chuckled, revealing a row of white teeth, and asked with concern, "Dad, how have you been these days? You just got out of the hospital and rushed to this dangerous battlefield. Can you handle it?"
"I'm fine, as long as you can help me take good care of my little daddy, I won't have to worry about anything.
"Of course, I have no problem at all. Thank you, Jiang Shuo." Mu Xiaoji replied with relief.
Everyone murmured in envy, "Hey, Dr. Mu has a child now? How old is he? So well-behaved and sensible."
Xiao Yanfang proudly whispered back, "Four years old, very cute!"
"Really? Yanfang, have you seen it?" The nurse who didn't attend the parent-teacher meeting had a curious look in her eyes.
Xiao Yanfang smiled and said, "She was born in our hospital. At that time, you hadn't been transferred to work here yet."
"Oh... I thought so!"
Suddenly, Jiang Shuo caught a glimpse of the eye-catching bloodstain on Mu Xiaoji's shirt. His eyes widened instantly and he asked nervously, "Dad, are you being bullied again?"
Mu Xiaoji's expression changed slightly, and he said unhappily, "What do you mean by being bullied again?"
Jiang Shuo was only worried about his father and didn't notice the surrounding situation. He thought his father was alone and blurted out: "Tiandu Mansion, Room 9005. You didn't say it, but I know..."
As soon as the words came out of his mouth, Mu Xiaoji's heart skipped a beat, his face instantly turned red, his heartbeat accelerated, and in a panic, he hung up the video call.
He glanced around awkwardly, only to see everyone's gazes focused on him like searchlights, their eyes full of curiosity and confusion.
Mu Xiaoji felt his face burning as if it were being roasted by fire. He coughed lightly, trying to ease the suffocating awkward atmosphere, and said hastily:
"The meeting is over. Everyone, take some time to rest! I'll go to the warden and explain the current epidemic situation in detail. Everyone can go home tomorrow!"
After saying that, he hurriedly reached out to slide the wheelchair away from this embarrassing place, but his movement was too large and he accidentally pulled the wound that had just been treated.
A piercing pain came over him, Mu Xiaoji covered his chest, gasped for air, and his face turned pale in an instant.
Seeing this, a trace of worry flashed in Keleweiler's eyes. He quickly stepped forward and said, "Mu, I'll go with you."
As he spoke, he firmly grasped the wheelchair handle and carefully pushed the wheelchair towards the door of the temporary meeting.
Along the way, Coleman kept looking down to check on Mu Xiaoji's condition, his eyes full of concern.
Mu Xiaoji bit his lips tightly, enduring the pain of the wound. He was still thinking about the extremely embarrassing scene and praying that the matter could be put to rest.
Jiang Shuo stared at the suddenly black computer screen, his face full of confusion, his mouth slightly open, like a child whose favorite toy had been taken away:
"Hey, why did you hang up? What's wrong with Dad today? Is he so shameless? If there's no one else around, what's there to be afraid of?
Humph, I was thinking of finding that foreign guy to avenge my father! I don’t know if it was Andreas who did it? "
Jiang Shuo muttered to himself as he absentmindedly placed his laptop on a low cabinet beside him.
He turned his head and his eyes fell gently on Jiang Chengyu's peaceful sleeping face. The light in the room was dim and soft.
It was like a layer of gauze gently covering Jiang Chengyu, adding a touch of dreamy beauty to his delicate face.
Jiang Shuo leaned close to Jiang Chengyu, whispering as if to a rare treasure: "It's getting late, little daddy, let's go to bed!"
After saying that, he leaned forward slightly and placed a gentle kiss on Jiang Chengyu's cheek. His movements were so gentle as if he was afraid of disturbing the person in front of him. His voice was like a whisper: "Little Daddy, good night!"
Afterwards, Jiang Shuo carefully pulled Jiang Chengyu's arm away, as if he was treating an extremely precious and fragile item.
He lay down quietly, pressing his body tightly against Jiang Chengyu, and his hands naturally wrapped around Jiang Chengyu's waist.
A satisfied smile appeared on his face, as if he was in the warmest and safest harbor in the world.
He rubbed it gently and muttered to himself, "I still feel more at ease sleeping in little daddy's arms, hehe..."
At this moment, Jiang Shuo felt that all his fatigue and troubles were gradually dissipating in this warm embrace.
It seemed that as long as Jiang Chengyu was by his side, all the troubles in the world were nothing to be afraid of. He slowly closed his eyes, his breathing gradually became steady, and he fell asleep peacefully in Jiang Chengyu's arms.
At the same time, in another cell in the prison that was deep, dark, and filled with the stench and dampness, the atmosphere was as oppressive as the dead silence before a storm.
Scar Kun had a gloomy face and gathered closely with a few of his confidants, like a group of vicious wolves hiding in the darkness, waiting for an opportunity to strike.
Qiangzi, who is tall and capable, came up to Scar Kun like a pug with a flattering smile on his face.
His hands trembled slightly as he carefully picked up the lighter. With a "click", the flame jumped up and accurately approached the cigarette in Scar Kun's mouth.
Qiangzi asked in a flattering manner, "Brother, how dare that cripple confront you like this? He's so bold!
"Brothers, do you want to find an opportunity to teach him a lesson? Let him know that our big brother is not to be trifled with!"
Scar Kun snorted coldly, and the voice seemed to come from the Nine Nether Hell, with a bone-chilling chill.
He took a deep breath of cigarette, and the thick smoke instantly filled his mouth. Then he exhaled slowly. The rising smoke was like a hideous devil's claw, blurring half of his face.
His squinted eyes looked long and far, as if he could penetrate layers of walls and see Mu Xiaoji sitting in a wheelchair in the isolation area.
The winding and twisted scar on his cheek looked particularly terrifying under the cover of smoke, like a poisonous snake ready to bite anyone at any time.
He said viciously: "Don't worry, there are plenty of opportunities to deal with him in this prison.
He dares to show off in front of me? Humph, I can't let him surrender so easily. I will torture him slowly.
Let him pay a heavy price for what he did today, a life worse than death! Also, listen to me carefully,
Send someone to keep a close eye on him and the woman next to him, without blinking an eye! If they make any movement, report it to me immediately."
Everyone nodded in agreement as if they had received a sacred mission. Their eyes gleamed with ferocity, like hungry wolves seeing their prey, their bloodthirsty desire surging in their hearts.
A conspiracy against Mu Xiaoji, like an undercurrent hidden in the deep sea, is quietly brewing in this dark corner, ready to surface at any time and bring disaster to Mu Xiaoji.
At this time, Mu Xiaoji was completely unaware that a crisis was approaching him step by step, and was still busy with prison affairs and the follow-up handling of the epidemic.