coobybook Chapter 446 Elderly, please hold on
Chapter 446 Elderly, please hold on
The gloomy sky seemed to be pressed down by a huge lead plate, hanging heavily above the city, making it hard to breathe.
Mu Xiaoji sat in the back seat of the taxi with a solemn expression. The air around him seemed to be frozen. His eyes were fixed on the heavy documents in his hands. The papers made slight sounds as they rubbed against his slightly trembling fingertips.
The scene in the hospital just now kept appearing in his mind. When he walked into the old man's ward, that scene was like a sharp knife, piercing his heart.
The old man was plugged into various tubes and instruments all over his body, and his body lying on the hospital bed looked so weak that it seemed as if a breeze could blow it away.
The once plump cheeks of Mouse Mother are now sunken, with her skin hanging loosely on her bones, completely bloodless.
She opened and closed her trembling lips with great effort, and pleaded in a very soft voice: "Xiaoji, where is my benefactor!
My aunt is dying. Recently, she often sees Xiaojie smiling at me, waving at me and asking me to go with him.
However, the aunt was worried about Haozi and wanted to see her son again. "The voice was as weak as a gossamer, but it hit Mu Xiaoji's heart hard.
Mu Xiaoji's hands began to tremble uncontrollably. He held the old man's hands tightly. His hands were dry and cold, as if they were holding the switch valve of life.
He suppressed his inner grief and comforted her: "Hold on, old man. I will bring Haozi back to you right away."
After that, he hurriedly stood up, leaned on his cane, and staggered out of the ward. He took out a handkerchief from his trouser pocket, gently wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, then took a deep breath and went straight to the attending doctor's office.
The attending physician had already understood Mu Xiaoji's purpose of visit, and quickly prepared all the medical records and certificates of critical illness, and solemnly stamped the bright red seal of Renxin Hospital. Every action revealed respect for life and understanding of the family's request.
Mu Xiaoji went to the Public Security Bureau in the jurisdiction of City G without stopping. The taxi slowly stopped in front of the solemn and majestic Public Security Bureau.
The stone lions on both sides of the gate stand majestically, as if guarding the justice and order here.
Mu Xiaoji got out of the car quickly and walked hurriedly to the lobby. As soon as he entered the door, he ran into Zhang Zhekun.
"Hey, Mr. Mu, you're in a hurry. What's the matter? Do you need help?" Zhang Zhekun asked with concern.
Mu Xiaoji responded politely: "Zhang Zhekun? Hello, is Captain Qian here?"
"Yes, in the office!" Zhang Zhekun answered easily.
Mu Xiaoji nodded and said concisely: "Okay, thank you!" After that, he walked towards the office as if he was familiar with the place.
He rushed to the door, raised his hand and knocked on it, his knuckles hitting the door, making a crisp sound.
Qian Zhanyong heard a knock on the door, looked up and saw that it was Mu Xiaoji, and quickly put down the work he was busy doing, stood up and said enthusiastically: "Mr. Mu, please come in."
Mu Xiaoji looked anxious, and didn't even bother to greet him. He said directly: "Captain Qian, there is a difficult matter here, and I need your help."
Qian Zhanyong quickly poured a cup of hot water, handed it to Mu Xiaoji and said, "Don't be anxious, drink some water slowly."
Mu Xiaoji walked over to the sofa and sat down, took the cup and placed it on the coffee table, and said briefly: "There is a mother of a criminal living in the Red Star Welfare Home, and she is dying.
I wonder if you still remember the case of drug lord Fu Chuxiong?" Qian Zhanyong nodded slightly, motioning Mu Xiaoji to continue.
Mu Xiaoji continued, "Back then, I took a bullet for a man called Haozi. Do you still remember that man? Jiang Hao, the household registration under our jurisdiction.
I now need you to help him write an "Opinion on the Application and Approval Form for Prisoner's Family Visit". According to relevant regulations, to visit family, the prisoner must have consistently behaved well during his sentence, and his family must have undergone major changes that require him to go back to deal with the matter.
The old man's life is hanging by a thread now, and he just wants to see his son for the last time. This completely meets the special circumstances for leaving prison to visit relatives.
I hope you can give your approval from a humanitarian perspective, so that Jiang Hao can fulfill his filial duty to his mother before she dies."
After hearing this, Qian Zhanyong's expression became serious. He comforted her, "Don't worry. I understand the urgency of the matter. I will draft it right away."
At this moment, Mu Xiaoji withdrew his thoughts, sat in the back seat of the taxi, and looked at the opinion letter and certificate drafted by Qian Zhanyong, feeling mixed emotions.
He couldn't help but look out the window. The scenery along the way flashed by like a slide show, but he didn't know what to feel.
My heart and eyes are filled with the mother mouse's eyes longing to see her son, and the sadness of facing the impending separation of life and death.
In the afterglow of the setting sun, the taxi slowly drove towards the entrance of Jinyang Villa. Mu Xiaoji sat in the back seat of the car, looking at the familiar scenery outside the window, but had no intention of appreciating it.
A whole day of running around and trivial matters left him physically and mentally exhausted. Every nerve seemed to be stretched to its limit, and heavy fatigue overwhelmed him like a tide.
The car stopped steadily, and Mu Xiaoji slowly got out, dragging his legs that felt like they were filled with lead. Each step he took was extremely difficult, as if he was carrying countless worries.
He walked straight to the door of the villa, raised his hand and pressed lightly on the fingerprint lock. With a soft "beep" sound, the door slowly opened.
As soon as she stepped into the house, a warm atmosphere hit her face, and the cozy scene in the living room came into view. The old lady leaned comfortably on the chaise longue, enjoying this moment of tranquility.
Song Shijie was sitting nearby, massaging the old lady's legs with his hands. His movements were skillful and considerate, and he asked with concern, "Mom, you must have been exhausted these past two days!"
The old lady's face was filled with a happy smile, and she responded cheerfully: "I didn't even walk much, how could I be so tired!"
At this time, Shen Rou came out of the kitchen with a plate of fresh fruit and saw her son at the door at a glance.
There was a flash of surprise in her eyes, and then she exclaimed: "Chenxi is back? What have you been doing?
You look exhausted, come and sit down and take a rest." The voice was full of the mother's love and concern for her son.
When Song Shijie heard the voice, he quickly turned around and looked at Mu Xiaoji, his eyes also full of concern: "Son, what have you been busy with today? You look like a petal wet by the night dew, without any vitality."
Mu Xiaoji forced a faint smile, trying to reassure his parents: "Dad, Mom, I'm fine, don't make a fuss."
Xiao Yue, who was standing by, swiftly brought a cup of hot water and handed it to Mu Xiaoji, saying gently, "Master, drink some water first! Give me the food!"
Mu Xiaoji took the water cup and just took a sip when he saw Xiao Yue reaching for the file bag in his hand and said hurriedly:
"Sister Xiaoyue, don't bother me. This thing is very important, I'll just keep it myself. Could you please pour me another glass of water, thank you!"
"Okay," Xiao Yue smiled, turned around and walked lightly towards the tea table.
The old lady looked at her grandson's tired appearance and felt distressed: "Grandson, please don't work like crazy once you get better."
Mu Xiaoji raised the corners of his mouth and comforted her: "Grandma, I'm really fine."
Then, he looked at Song Shijie and his expression became serious: "Dad, I need to go to Kuncheng early tomorrow morning.
An elderly woman in the Red Star Welfare Home is critically ill and wants to see her son for the last time. Her son is serving a sentence in Kuncheng Prison. I have to send these documents over."
Upon hearing this, Shen Rou quickly said, "Ajie, why don't we pack up and accompany our son back to Kuncheng! We have been out for many days, and the company can save Lao Rong from giving you video reports every day."
Song Shijie frowned slightly, looking worried: "I'm worried that Mom is tired these past two days and can't handle the long journey."
Mu Xiaoji quickly declined: "I can return in two days by taking the high-speed train. Since you are here, you can stay a few more days."
The old lady didn't care at all. She smiled lovingly and said, "I'm fine. It's convenient to lie down in the RV. I'm fine."
Song Shijie thought for a moment, looked at Xiaoyue and said, "Xiaoyue, help grandma pack up and accompany the young master back to Kuncheng tomorrow."
At this time, Mu Huiying came out of the kitchen with a bowl of carefully cooked black chicken and wolfberry soup. She handed the soup to Xiaoyue and said, "Xiaoyue, cool it down and give it to grandma."
"Okay, ma'am." Xiao Yue replied.
Mu Huiying sat down next to Shen Rou, looked at Song Shijie and asked, "Mr. Song, are you ready to leave?"
Song Shijie nodded: "Xiao Ji is going back to Kuncheng to do some work, we will accompany him on the way. We have been disturbing you here for many days and have caused you a lot of trouble."
Mu Huiying quickly said politely: "I like lively occasions. When we are all together, Xiaoji won't feel lonely when he comes home every day. If you all go back, he will be sad when he sees Yu'er alone in the future!"
After hearing this, Mu Xiaoji hurriedly said, "Mom, what are you talking about? I'm not that narrow-minded or fragile."
When Mu Xiaoji heard his mother talking about Jiang Chengyu's unconsciousness, it was as if the pain deep in his heart that he was most reluctant to face was touched.
His eyes dodged for a moment, and his body, which was already a little tired from running around, seemed to have been drained of all its strength at this moment.
He didn't dare to stay any longer and hurried towards the stairs. His steps were a little unsteady, and each step was heavy and hurried.
Returning to the bedroom, he walked straight to the big bed. His legs went weak and he fell heavily, sinking into the soft bed.
His eyes were bloodshot and filled with endless weariness. He slowly reached out his hand and grasped Jiang Chengyu's arm, as if he had grasped the last warmth and support in his life.
Then, he moved towards Jiang Chengyu with great effort, his movements slow and weak. "Little monster, I'm so tired here today."
His voice was hoarse, with fatigue that was difficult to conceal, and he murmured softly, "Please stretch out your arms and hold me tight, please."
He seemed to be talking to Jiang Chengyu, or talking to himself, and his tone was full of helplessness and dependence.
Mu Xiaoji rested his head on Jiang Chengyu's arm, turned around, and curled himself up in Jiang Chengyu's arms, as if only in this way could he get a moment of peace.
His fingers gently stroked Jiang Chengyu's face, and with attachment and reluctance, he murmured in his arms: "Little Monster, I have to go to Kuncheng tomorrow, and it may take two days.
I will tell mom to cooperate with Jiang Shuo to take good care of you. You must stay at home and wait for me to come back, okay? You must be well when I am not around."
Mu Xiaoji closed his eyes, felt Jiang Chengyu's body temperature, took a deep breath, and tried to calm his inner waves, but his furrowed brows revealed his inner uneasiness and worries.