coobybook Chapter 459 Mommy doesn’t have much time left
Chapter 459 Mommy doesn’t have much time left
The nights in G City are always as peaceful as water. The hustle and bustle of the city gradually fades away under the cover of night, with only the occasional sound of car horns crossing the night sky.
However, this tranquility was instantly broken by the actions of the traffic police brigade.
The motorcycles of the traffic police brigade came like pioneers, clearing the way forward, at lightning speed, with their sharp sirens whistling and breaking the silence of the night.
The police lights flashed, and the red and blue lights were particularly dazzling in the darkness, as if to completely tear apart the tranquility of the night.
Immediately afterwards, the police officers of the detention center appeared with serious expressions. They were dressed in uniforms, holding weapons tightly in their hands, and were surrounded by an escort vehicle on both sides.
The escort vehicle was painted black, and its windows were covered with special materials, so it was hard to see what was going on inside the vehicle. The police officers marched in unison, like an indestructible barrier, guarding the escort vehicle.
They drove quickly towards Renxin Hospital along the route planned in advance. Every movement and every step demonstrated the solemnity and seriousness of the mission.
In an ordinary ward of Renxin Hospital, various cold instruments surround the old man, making him look even weaker.
Cui Jiani considerately helped the old man wash up, then made his bed, smoothed out the wrinkled sheets one by one, and picked up a comb to carefully comb his hair.
Her technique was gentle, and she was very patient with every stroke, gradually making the old man's originally messy hair neat and smooth.
After her careful cleaning, the old man looked clean and neat. His eyes, which were originally as dull as dead water, now had a little light. His spirit was obviously different from before, like a different person.
Mu Xiaoji sat quietly beside the old man, like a loyal guardian, holding the old man's hand gently, giving him silent comfort.
Mu Xiaoji's palms were warm and strong, his eyes were full of concern and tenderness, and he spoke softly to the old man from time to time, his words full of encouragement and comfort.
The old man nodded slightly, a faint smile appearing on his face. It seemed that with Mu Xiaoji's company, the uneasiness and anxiety in his heart gradually dissipated.
The atmosphere in the ward was quiet and peaceful, with only the slight beeping of the instruments, as if setting the beat for this tranquil scene.
Suddenly, a sharp siren sounded from outside the window. The atmosphere in the originally quiet ward suddenly became tense.
Mu Xiaoji, Cui Jiani and the old man, whose hearts had just calmed down, were suddenly excited.
Mu Xiaoji reacted quickly and spoke softly, his voice steady but with a hint of urgency: "Jiani, go to the door to answer it."
Cui Jiani nodded immediately after hearing this. Her movements were quick and capable. She quickly sorted out her clothes and walked quickly towards the door of the ward.
Her steps were firm and her eyes revealed a professional quality, as if at this moment, she was the important link between the inside and outside of the ward.
In the ward, Mu Xiaoji looked at the old woman's calm face. Although the old woman tried to stay calm, her slightly trembling hands betrayed her inner unrest.
Mu Xiaoji noticed the old man's nervousness, and he gently patted the back of his hand, his movements as gentle as the breeze blowing across the lake.
He comforted her softly, "Old man, Haozi finally came back to see you. Congratulations on achieving your wish."
The old woman nodded slightly, and her skinny hand, as if using up all her strength, tightly held Mu Xiaoji's warm hand.
Those clenched hands seemed to tell that the old man had mustered up his courage and was ready to face what was to come.
Cui Jiani hurried to the entrance of the hospital lobby. As soon as she arrived, she saw police officers holding weapons and walking towards the lobby in an orderly and rapid manner.
The police officers are tall and majestic, with firm eyes scanning everything around them, always on guard.
Upon seeing this, Cui Jiani immediately made a polite gesture of invitation, her movements were graceful and appropriate. Then, she turned around and led the police officers towards the old man's ward.
Her steps were light and steady as she led everyone through the corridor with familiarity. Every turn and every step showed her familiarity with the hospital environment.
The medical staff on duty consciously avoided it when they saw such a huge and solemn lineup.
Some quickly walked into the duty room, gently closed the door, and observed the situation outside through the window; others walked into the adjacent ward to avoid disturbing the tense and solemn atmosphere.
For a moment, the hospital corridor, which was originally a bit noisy, became unusually quiet, with only the orderly footsteps of the police officers and Cui Jiani's light guidance.
Soon, Ning Haitao and Jiao Yufeng, one on the left and one on the right, took Jiang Hao out of the escort car quickly.
Ning Haitao and Jiao Yufeng are both experienced detention center police officers, and their movements are skillful and standardized.
After getting off the car, they followed Jiang Hao closely, ensuring his safety while giving him a certain amount of space.
Jiang Hao's steps were a little heavy, and his eyes were filled with complex emotions. Excitement, nervousness, guilt...
Various emotions intertwined together, causing his heart to beat violently. The beat was several frequencies faster than that of an ordinary person, as if it was about to jump out of his throat.
Cui Jiani came to the door of the ward and gently pushed it open. The door hinge turned, making a slight creaking sound.
When the old woman heard the sound, her originally calm face frowned slightly, and she moved slightly, as if trying to listen carefully to the familiar footsteps.
Her eyes were full of anticipation, as if she was waiting for the most important moment in her life.
At this moment, Jiao Yufeng stepped forward, and with his skillful and gentle movements, he opened Jiang Hao's handcuffs. The moment the handcuffs were opened, a crisp sound was heard.
Jiao Yufeng looked at Jiang Hao and said softly, "Go, stay with your mother for a while!"
There was a hint of tenderness in his voice, as if injecting a warm current into the tense atmosphere.
Jiang Hao choked up and said in a hoarse voice, "Thank you." Jiang Hao took a deep breath and tried to calm his excitement.
His steps became lighter, and he slowly approached the ward. When his eyes fell on his mother sitting on the bed, he felt mixed emotions.
His mother had a head of white hair, which was neat and tidy under Cui Jiani's care, but her pale face and thin body made Jiang Hao feel distressed.
In Jiang Hao's eyes, the distance of these few steps seemed to be stretched to a distance of ten thousand miles. His tears could not stop flowing down his cheeks and dripped onto the ground.
His lips trembled, and he finally whispered, "Mom..."
When the old man heard Jiang Hao's voice, the hand that was originally holding Mu Xiaoji's hand tightened even more nervously.
Her weak voice came out from her throat and responded: "Haozi..." The voice was weak but full of power, as if it had crossed the barriers of time and space and struck Jiang Hao's heart directly.
"Mom..." Jiang Hao could no longer control his emotions. He took a step forward and knelt down beside the bed.
His body trembled slightly, and he held his mother's hand tightly. Seeing this, Mu Xiaoji reached out and took Jiang Hao's hand, and overlapped it with his mother's hand.
At this moment, the mother and son finally held hands tightly together. Years of separation, years of longing, years of bondage, at this moment, all turned into tears that burst the dam and poured out like a torrent.
Their tears contained guilt, longing, joy of reunion and regret for the past.
Mu Xiaoji held a cane in his hand, his movements were graceful and slow, and he walked out of the ward with light steps.
Cui Jiani followed closely at the door, tears flashing in her eyes, and gently closed the door of the ward.
In the ward, two police officers stood quietly by with weapons in hand. They felt sad as they watched the mother and son hugging and crying.
Although they were dressed in majestic uniforms and shouldered serious duties, at this moment, they were also moved by the strong family affection and a complex emotion surged in their hearts.
Outside the ward, the corridor was so quiet that one could hear everyone's breathing, as if the whole world was silent for the reunion of mother and son.
In the ward, the old woman was sunken in the pillow of the bed, looking haggard and pale as paper. But the moment she touched Jiang Hao, a long-lost light instantly ignited in her dim eyes.
"Haozi, my son, you have suffered a lot these years!" The old man's voice was weak and hoarse, as if it was squeezed out from the depths of his throat, carrying endless vicissitudes and heartache.
She slowly stretched out her hand, which was so thin that skin and bones were visible, and veins were bulging like winding earthworms.
The hand trembled slightly in the air, as if passing through an invisible obstacle, and finally fell gently on Jiang Hao's cheek.
Her movements were as gentle as the breeze blowing across the lake, caressing inch by inch with careful attachment, as if relying on the touch of her fingertips;
Engrave the appearance of my son at this moment deeply into the softest and deepest place in my heart, so that this memory will never be erased.
Jiang Hao knelt on the ground, moving two steps forward on his knees. He held his mother's cold hand tightly, tears bursting out like a dam breaking, flowing freely along his cheeks and dripping onto their clasped hands.
"Mom, I am an unfilial child. I should have been serving you, but I left you drifting alone."
His voice was thick with tears, and every word seemed to be soaked in regret, so heavy that it was hard to breathe.
His shoulders were shaking violently, and his whole body seemed to be swallowed by huge guilt, and he wanted to curl up himself.
I could only transform the guilt into my hands, holding my mother's dry hands tightly, and use this method to apologize, repent, and confide in her.
The old woman shook her head slightly, her dry lips opening and closing gently: "Haozi, don't say that. Mom doesn't have much time left now. I am already satisfied to be able to see my son again!"
Her eyes were always fixed on Jiang Hao's face, as if she wanted to prolong this hard-earned moment of reunion indefinitely.
After a pause, she continued, "In the future, you must remember to thank your benefactor.
If he hadn't been so busy, we, mother and son, would have been separated forever and unable to fulfill our wish." Her tone was resolute, and her gratitude to her benefactor was beyond words.
"Mom, I know that I owe him this favor, and I will repay him in the future."
Jiang Hao choked up in response, and nodded vigorously, with the veins on his forehead bulging slightly with excitement. He swore in his heart that he would repay this kindness no matter what the cost.