nucmednet Chapter 893 Your Health Is Not Important
Chapter 893 Your Health Is Not Important
The next morning in Gu Ze's apartment, the morning light slipped in through the gaps in the curtains, casting thin strips of light on the floor.
The pot in the kitchen was bubbling. Jiang Chengyu was standing in front of the cooking table, cutting carrots into small pieces with a knife in his hand.
The carrots on the chopping board were cut into even strips, glowing a fresh orange-red.
"Shengxue, come here." He turned his head and shouted towards the living room, his tone carrying a rare softness.
The little white horse immediately ran over and rubbed his palm with its head. Jiang Chengyu put down the knife,
Reaching out and stroking its smooth mane, a hint of pampering appeared in his eyes:
"Be good, eat more so you can grow strong. Look at your fur, so white and clean, so beautiful."
As he said this, he placed the plate of diced carrots at the entrance of the restaurant and said, "Eat slowly and don't be picky."
Turning back to the kitchen, he opened the refrigerator, took out a bag of frozen buns, took a stainless steel pot, filled it half with water, put a steamer on it, and placed the buns in it one by one.
The moment the fire was turned on, blue flames popped up from the gas stove, making his pale cheeks feel a little warm.
As he was stirring the porridge in the pot, he heard the sound of a car shutting off outside the courtyard gate. Jiang Chengyu looked out and saw that it was Feng Tao and Gu Ze who had returned.
Gu Ze walked into the living room with slightly heavy steps, and as soon as he entered the room he was enveloped by the aroma of rice porridge.
The warm aroma of rice mixed with the light sweetness of carrots instantly relieved his fatigue from the journey.
A sense of solid warmth welled up in my heart - this is probably the taste of "home".
No matter how late you come back, there will always be someone in the kitchen keeping a hot meal for you.
He walked quickly towards the kitchen, and was stunned when he reached the door: Jiang Chengyu was standing in front of the stove with his back to him.
He was washing a vegetable in his hand, but his shoulders were trembling slightly, and bursts of coughing rolled out of his throat one after another, which made people feel nervous.
His face was as white as a piece of paper, even his lips had lost their color. Only when he coughed violently did the corners of his eyes show a little abnormal red.
"Cheng Yu! What's wrong with you?" Gu Ze rushed over and grabbed his wrist while he was holding the food.
There was an unconcealable nervousness in his voice, "I haven't been home for only two days, how come you are so sick?"
Jiang Chengyu was startled by his grip, and after he had recovered from a cough, he turned around and smiled at him. That smile was as shallow as a layer of thin ice:
"Are you back? The porridge is almost ready, and the buns are hot. Go wash your hands, and you can eat soon."
"What are you eating!" Gu Ze snatched the vegetables from his hand and threw them back into the sink, his tone a little angry, "Let's go to the hospital now!"
"I'm really fine." Jiang Chengyu tried to break free from his hand, but just as he moved, he was hit by another cough.
He bent down and put his hands on the countertop to steady himself. As they were tugging at each other, the phone on the dining table suddenly rang.
Jiang Chengyu stood up, wiped the corner of his lips with his sleeve, turned around and walked to the dining table and picked up his mobile phone. The words "Uncle Song" were jumping on the screen.
He took a deep breath, answered the phone, and tried to make his voice sound calmer: "Hello, Uncle Song."
On the other end of the phone, Song Shijie was sitting in the dining room of the Goldsmith Bay Villa with a plate of side dishes and a bowl of millet porridge in front of him.
He gently stirred the porridge with a spoon and asked, "Cheng Yu, how are you feeling today? Your voice still doesn't sound right."
"Ahem..." Jiang Chengyu subconsciously avoided the microphone and coughed twice before replying, "It's okay, Uncle Song.
I just have a slight cough, I'm not nervous. When I get to the company later, I'll send you the revised plan for the engineering drawings and give you a detailed report."
Song Shijie sighed, his tone a little distressed: "Such a large project is placed on you, you have worked hard.
Young people are smart, innovative, and skilled, and I, with my old bones, can’t help you much.”
"Don't say that," Jiang Chengyu's voice softened. "Take good care of yourself. That's more important than anything else. I'm really fine."
"Your health is not important?" Gu Ze, who was standing next to him, got angry and couldn't help but scold him.
Although he didn't speak into the microphone, his disapproval came through clearly.
Song Shijie paused on the other end of the phone, vaguely heard Gu Ze's voice, and frowned slightly.
He put down the spoon and looked at the screen of his mobile phone. He felt a little unfair for his son Mu Xiaoji.
He knew his son missed Jiang Chengyu very much, but he had given them many problems.
Now that the marriages of the two children have broken down and the emotional entanglements are caused, I cannot escape the blame.
"Cheng Yu," Song Shijie said softly, with a hint of eldership in his voice, "Don't go back to the apartment after get off work today. Come back to Goldsmith Bay and stay for a few days.
The old lady has been talking about you these days, saying that she hasn't seen you for a while and wants to hear you talk."
Jiang Chengyu knew that the old lady of the Song family was old and her memory was sometimes good and sometimes bad.
When she was awake, she always liked to hold his hand, ask him questions, and treat him like her own grandson.
So every now and then he would go home to visit the old lady as her grandson, making up for the old lady's lack of master-grandson affection.
Especially before the New Year, when Mother Mu suddenly fell ill and was hospitalized, he took away Xiao Yue, the maid who had served the old lady for decades, and his great-grandson Jiang Shuo.
The old lady missed her lively and active great-grandson, Jiang Shuo, very much.
Since he hurriedly fled back to Kuncheng on the first day of the Lunar New Year, leaving Xiaoyue and Jiang Shuo in G City,
The old lady felt increasingly lonely with no one around her and no children or grandchildren, which made her suddenly feel more and more anxious.
Until that day, Jiang Shuo had never video chatted with his closest little daddy on WeChat.
Maybe leaving without saying goodbye hurt the child's heart!
"Okay, Uncle Song," he replied, with a hint of warmth in his voice, "After get off work tonight, let's go home together to accompany the old lady."
After hanging up the phone, the porridge in the pot was just cooked thick, and the hot steam rose up, blurring his pale face.
Gu Ze looked at the rare tenderness in his eyes and finally did not mention going to the hospital.
He just turned and walked into the bathroom, whispering to Feng Tao: "Go prepare some fever-reducing medicine and cough syrup, and send them to the company."
The golden light of the setting sun shines through the floor-to-ceiling windows, spreading a warm glow on Jiang Chengyu's desk, and even the edges of the documents are coated with a soft halo.
He was holding a pen between his fingers, checking the data on the project acceptance form line by line, his brows slightly furrowed, and his expression was so focused that he didn't notice the door being gently pushed open.
"Cheng Yu."
When Song Shijie's voice sounded, Jiang Chengyu suddenly came back to his senses. He looked up and saw someone standing at the door with a briefcase in his hand.
He immediately stood up: "Uncle Song."
"Stop busying yourself." Song Shijie waved his hand, his tone gentle as an elder's. "There's no end to the work. It's time to get off work. Let's go home!"
Jiang Chengyu nodded, gathered the documents and put them in the cabinet behind him, locked it, then walked to the sofa, picked up his coat and put it on.
His white shirt made his face look even paler, and he subconsciously straightened his collar: "Let's go, Uncle Song."
Opening the office door, Song Shijie took the lead and stepped out, his steps still steady.
The two walked into the exclusive elevator, and two figures were reflected in the mirror. Jiang Chengyu lowered his eyes slightly to hide the fatigue in his eyes.
The elevator number went down all the way and slowly opened at the first floor. As soon as I stepped out of the elevator, the employees in the lobby stopped and
Greeted respectfully: "Hello, Chairman, Hello, Mr. Jiang."
The two nodded and walked straight through the crowd to the door. Xiang Xiaowu had already parked his car at the door. Seeing someone approaching, he quickly got out and opened the back door.
Jiang Chengyu stretched out his hand to protect the roof of the car, and only stood up after Song Shijie sat firmly.
"Mr. Jiang, wait a moment."
Feng Tao's voice came from behind. Jiang Chengyu turned around and saw him walking towards him quickly with a white medicine bag in his hand. He handed it to him:
"This is the medicine Gu Ze asked me to bring you. It contains both cold medicine and cough syrup. He specifically instructed you to take it on time."
"I'm not..." Jiang Chengyu was about to say that he didn't have a cold, but he swallowed the words back.
Explanation seemed superfluous. He took the medicine bag and touched the cold medicine box inside with his fingertips.
He whispered, "Thank him for me." Then he opened the passenger door and got in.
The lights in the restaurant of Goldsmith Bay Villa had already been on, and the warm yellow light made the mahogany dining table look even warmer.
Shen Rou was helping Old Madam Song sit down in the main seat. The old lady had a hunched back, a handkerchief in her hand, and her eyes were a little cloudy.
Aunt Zhao, wearing an apron, brought the last steamed sea bass to the table and said with a smile, "Madam, old lady, the dishes are all here."
Shen Rou picked up the soup spoon, scooped up half a bowl of mushroom soup, blew it gently, and said softly to the old lady:
"Mom, drink some soup to warm your stomach first. Ajie and Cheng Yu will be back soon."
The old lady opened her mouth tremblingly, her voice unclear: "My eldest grandson... my little stinky baby... it's been so long since he came back... he didn't even come back to see me... to talk to me."
Before he finished speaking, there was a sound of the doorknob turning at the entrance. Jiang Chengyu and Song Shijie walked in.
As soon as he changed his shoes and walked to the door of the restaurant, Jiang Chengyu quickly stepped forward and bent down in front of the old lady.
A gentle smile spread across her face: "Old lady, you look so good today. Let me feed you some soup, okay?"
Shen Rou handed him the bowl of soup in her hand, her eyes paused on his face, and her brows slightly frowned - why does this child look so bad?
The old lady's cloudy eyes brightened, but she looked towards the door again and murmured, "Good boy...you're the only one back? Where are Choubao and the eldest grandson?"
Song Shijie came over, sat down beside her, and patted her hands: "Mom, Choubao is going to school,
Xiaoji is busy at the hospital, they will video chat with you as soon as they have time. Please stop nagging me."
"Choubao is going to school?" the old lady repeated blankly, her eyes becoming dull again.
Jiang Chengyu scooped a spoonful of soup and carefully brought it to her mouth: "Well, old lady, Choubao has gone to school. Come, let's drink the soup first."
Just as he was about to touch the old man's lips, he suddenly felt an intense itching in his throat, as if countless fine needles were pricking him.
Jiang Chengyu suddenly stood up, hurriedly stuffed the soup bowl back into Shen Rou's hand, turned around and rushed to the bathroom.
As soon as he pushed open the door, a suppressed cough exploded in the small space, causing pain in his chest.
"What's wrong with this kid?" Shen Rou watched his hurried back and looked at Song Shijie worriedly. "He looked unwell the moment he walked in. Is he sick?"
Before Song Shijie could reply, the phone on the dining table suddenly rang, and the screen lit up. It was a video call request from Jiang Shuo.
It's been a while since we've seen the clever and adorable little choubao! Little Daddy, clinging to him since birth, got drunk and bullied him on New Year's Eve. Knowing he was in the wrong, he booked a high-speed rail ticket and fled back to Kunming early that morning. His departure without a word was deeply devastating to the little choubao. Not only has he not contacted his grandparents for over six months, he hasn't even left his little daddy's WeChat either. This has led to a sense of peace and quiet for everyone involved.