nucmednet Chapter 940 Grandmother's Headache is Terribly Bad
Chapter 940 Grandmother's Headache is Terribly Bad
As soon as the light sound of tires rubbing against the ground faded, Jiang Chengyu pulled open the car door and hurried inside.
The warm yellow light in the living room illuminated two tired figures.
He immediately saw Shen Rou holding a warm towel and carefully applying it to the forehead of the old lady sitting on the sofa.
"Aunt Shen, Grandma, I'm back." Jiang Chengyu walked quickly to the sofa.
He knelt on one knee in front of the old lady, his eyes showing obvious concern when he looked up.
Seeing him return, Shen Rou felt as if she had found her pillar of support, and her tone was filled with urgency:
"Cheng Yu, you're finally back! Quickly take a look at your grandma. She's been feeling unwell since this morning, whimpering all day and saying she has a terrible headache."
Upon hearing Jiang Chengyu's voice, the old lady struggled to sit up.
Jiang Chengyu quickly reached out to support her shoulders, and Shen Rou also quickly brought a cushion to place behind the old lady so that she could lean more comfortably.
Jiang Chengyu didn't ask any questions. He simply stretched out his left hand and gently placed it on the old lady's wrist.
The pulse he felt through his fingertips was weak and erratic. He paused for a moment, his brow furrowing slightly, then looked up at Shen Rou and said:
"Aunt Shen, the old lady's condition is caused by emotional distress and excessive worry; it's not an acute illness."
After speaking, he turned to the old lady, a gentle smile spreading across his face, like the spring sunshine:
"Grandma, it's been a long time since I've taken you shopping, hasn't it? I passed by your usual clothing store yesterday."
I saw a new batch of styles arrived; the colors and patterns are quite novel, and they look perfect for you.
"Shall I have Aunt Shen accompany you to go shopping tomorrow, and you can pick out a couple of things you like?"
The old lady's cloudy eyes brightened, and her gaze fell on Jiang Chengyu's cheek—
There was a bit of dust on the corner of his eye, looking like he had accidentally gotten it on the construction site, but it didn't diminish his friendliness at all.
With trembling hands, she raised her hand and pulled a plain handkerchief from the buttonhole under her arm. With a kind expression, she wiped the dust from his face.
A smile bloomed on his lips: "Really? Oh my, thinking back to the last time I went..."
It was the same shopping mall my eldest grandson accompanied me to last time; it's been over half a year since then, hasn't it? I still feel lingering fear.
But as she laughed, her face darkened, and her voice betrayed lingering fear:
"It was that time, I had just tried on a lake-blue cheongsam in the store, and was admiring it in front of the mirror with my eldest grandson,"
Two uninvited guests rushed in... and then Xiao Yue shouted, "Young Master, be careful!"
As Chenxi turned around, he took a knife to the abdomen to protect me, and the blood stained his white shirt red..."
"Mom, please stop talking..." Shen Rou, who was listening from the side, was alarmed and wanted to interrupt her.
The old woman seemed not to hear her and continued, "More and more people were chasing him, and Chenxi fought desperately."
The three of us, mother and child, ran out of the store without thinking, when suddenly the shelf collapsed, and Xiaorou and I were trapped underneath.
We couldn't move at all, but thankfully the support structure saved us from serious danger. We heard many people shouting, "Where is he? Stop him!"
As she said this, she suddenly pressed her temple, groaning in pain, and her face grew paler and paler.
Jiang Chengyu's heart clenched, and he quickly grasped the old lady's hand, gently comforting her:
"Grandma, don't be afraid, it's all over now, and everyone is doing well!"
He turned to Shen Rou, his tone becoming calmer, "Aunt Shen, could you please go and get the first-aid kit?"
I'll give the old lady some acupuncture and massage to clear the stagnation of qi and blood; that should relieve the pain."
Shen Rou nodded, stood up, and quickly went upstairs. The living room fell silent for a moment.
Only the old lady's suppressed breathing and Jiang Chengyu's low words of comfort could be heard.
When Shen Rou pushed open the door to Mu Xiaoji's bedroom, he was leaning against a cushion, flipping through a medical book.
The warm light shone down on the pages of the book, softening the contours of his profile.
Seeing his mother rushing frantically towards the cabinet in the corner, he closed his book and asked, "Mom, what are you looking for?"
“Your grandma has a terrible headache. Cheng Yu is back and said he wants to give her acupuncture and massage, so he asked me to get the medicine box.”
Shen Rou opened the cabinet door and moved her fingers back and forth across the neatly stacked books.
"The little monster is back?" Mu Xiaoji's voice unconsciously carried a hint of excitement, and her fingers gripping the book pages tightened slightly.
"Yes, I just got home a little while ago." Shen Rou picked up the first-aid kit, and as she turned around, she noticed the light in his eyes and couldn't help but ask:
"Chenxi, how are you feeling? Should we call Cheng Yu up to take a look at you too? He's always been the most familiar with your illness."
Mu Xiaoji quickly shook her head, avoiding her mother's gaze and looking out the window:
"No need, I felt much better after getting an IV today. Besides... I'm a doctor myself, I know what I'm doing."
What he feared wasn't his illness, but the indescribable awkwardness Jiang Chengyu would feel when he saw him.
Shen Rou didn't try to persuade her any further. Carrying her medicine box, she instructed, "Then you should rest well and not read too much, it will hurt your eyes."
"Okay, Mom, you go ahead and do your work." Mu Xiaoji waved her hand reproachfully.
After the door closed, he threw off the covers, quickly put on his prosthetic leg, and silently walked towards the stairwell.
Looking down into the living room, Shen Rou had just handed the medicine box to Jiang Chengyu.
He opened the box, took out the silver needles he hadn't touched in a long time, and skillfully spread out the sterilization cotton and needle kit on the coffee table.
The old woman leaned back on the sofa, her brows furrowed in pain. Jiang Chengyu bent down and picked up a silver needle with his left hand.
The needles were precisely placed on several acupoints on her head, and then placed near the Tanzhong acupoint on her chest, with a steady and gentle technique.
After a moment, he slowly gathered his inner energy, and placed his palm lightly on the old lady's forehead, causing her silver hair to tremble gently.
Just then, Dou Jinde led Jiang Shuo and Zhou Xue into the courtyard. The moment they pushed open the living room door, all three of them stopped in their tracks.
Jiang Shuo's gaze was fixed on Jiang Chengyu's back, his steps seemingly rooted to the spot.
Dou Jinde also witnessed this scene, watching the focused figure administering acupuncture.
She glanced at the pale-faced child beside her, opened her mouth but didn't dare to utter a sound.
"Uncle Dou," Jiang Shuo's voice suddenly rang out, cold as ice, "Didn't you say you'd help me come up with a plan to get rid of that blind fool?"
Dou Jinde was taken aback, then asked with a sly grin, "Young Master, who did you say?"
Jiang Shuo pointed in Jiang Chengyu's direction, expressionless: "He's right there. Tell me, what methods can be used to stop him from being so infuriating?"
Dou Jinde then realized what was happening and lowered his voice in shock: "No... he's your... most beloved little daddy!"
"My dearest love?" Jiang Shuo laughed, his laughter tinged with tears. "He doesn't want me anymore, he even gave Sheng Xue back to me. If I continue to cling to him, wouldn't I just be a laughingstock?"
No sooner had she finished speaking than Shengxue came out of the kitchen with a carrot in her mouth.
Wigging its tail happily, it approached Jiang Chengyu and rubbed against his trouser leg, making a coquettish whimper.
"Shengxue! Come here!" Jiang Shuo suddenly shouted, his voice trembling with grievance.
"He's no longer your master! Why are you still groveling before him? Don't you deserve respect?"
Jiang Chengyu's hand, which was applying acupuncture, suddenly paused, and his true energy abruptly withdrew, causing the silver needles at his fingertips to tremble slightly.
With his back to the door, he could clearly hear Jiang Shuo's words, which felt like needles pricking his heart.
Yes, what right does he have to accept the child's closeness and Shengxue's dependence?
His body froze instantly, and he didn't even have the courage to turn around. He could only maintain a straight posture, frozen in front of the old lady.
The old lady was startled by the noise and opened her eyes. She saw Jiang Shuo at the door, then glanced at Jiang Chengyu's tense figure.
She sighed and said reproachfully, "You naughty child, you're finally back! Grandma had a terrible headache."
I needed your medical treatment, but you weren't home all day. I have no idea where you've gone off to!"
"Isn't Professor Jiang, a professional doctor, here? Why bother with a little kid like me? Aren't you worried about making a mistake and causing lasting regret?"
Mu Xiaoji, standing at the top of the stairs, saw all of this. Her grip on the railing tightened, her knuckles turning white.
He wanted to go downstairs and say something, but he didn't know where to begin. He could only watch helplessly as the situation remained deadlocked, his heart feeling like it was stuffed with cotton, making him feel suffocated.
"You brat! You're getting more and more outrageous!" Song Shijie's voice boomed like thunder.
He appeared at the doorway without anyone noticing, glaring at Jiang Shuo with a livid face.
"I haven't even settled the score with you for injuring your father at the birthday banquet, and you dare to act so arrogantly here! Huh?"
Jiang Shuo turned around abruptly, tears streaming uncontrollably from his eyes, but he still roared with a stiff neck:
"What did I do wrong?! I had no choice in being born; I had no choice in who I lived with;
"If you all want to control my life, then why did you even bring me into this world?!"
His voice was hoarse, filled with the despair and accusation unique to a child, like a dull knife cutting into the hearts of those present.
"I'm sorry..." Jiang Chengyu's voice trembled, his clenched fists turned white at the knuckles, and the veins on the back of his hands throbbed.
"Baby, I'm so sorry, it's all my fault. I was just confused for a moment."
I didn't consider your feelings... If you have to blame someone, blame me alone. Don't get upset.
He took a deep breath, turned around and approached Song Shijie, who had just walked in, and said with lowered eyes:
"Uncle Song, the old lady seems fine today, but just to be on the safe side, let's go to the hospital for a full check-up tomorrow, just in case."
After saying that, he didn't look at anyone else and walked straight towards the door, his back view so resolute that it seemed he wanted to sever all ties.
"Cheng Yu!" the old lady cried out anxiously, trying to reach out to pull him, but Shen Rou held her down.
"Mom, don't move around, you still have needles stuck in your body!" Shen Rou reminded her.
Mu Xiaoji had already descended two steps on the stairs, his prosthetic leg making a slight sound as it stepped on the steps.
He originally wanted to stop Jiang Chengyu, but when he heard the words "It's all my fault," his heart felt like it had been crushed by a boulder, and the pain made it almost impossible for him to breathe.
He stood there, his hand gripping the railing so tightly it turned white, silently murmuring to himself:
"No... I'm the one who's wrong."
"Little monster, if it weren't for me, you wouldn't have come into this world;
If it weren't for me, my parents wouldn't have forced you to come up with the idea of surrogacy so that I could live a 'normal' life;
If I hadn't stubbornly appeared in your life, Jiang Shuo wouldn't be caught in the middle, torn between two options.
I would never use such hurtful words to accuse or hate you…
The lights from the dome shone directly on his bandaged forehead, casting a spot of light, but they couldn't illuminate the bone-chilling cold.
He watched Jiang Chengyu's figure disappear through the doorway, his throat felt blocked, and he ultimately couldn't call out that name.
In the living room, Jiang Shuo was still sobbing softly, Song Shijie was so angry that his chest heaved, and the old lady was clutching her chest and sighing.
Shen Rou sat beside the old lady, trying to soothe her troubled heart. Looking at the stalemate, she felt exhausted and powerless.
Only Mu Xiaoji on the stairs knew that some cracks, once they appeared, could never be repaired.
All these cracks started spreading little by little from the day he met Jiang Chengyu.