nucmednet Chapter 870 Let Me Do It
Chapter 870 Let Me Do It
Jiang Shuo followed the light in the corridor, his slippers making almost no sound on the floor.
When I walked to the door of VIP801 ward, I could faintly hear a suppressed sound from inside, like the friction of fabric or restrained breathing.
He stopped and clenched the corner of his clothes with his little hands. The liveliness of the past faded from his young face, revealing a calmness that was inconsistent with his age.
There was still a little warmth on the door handle, but he didn't reach out. He just stood there quietly for two seconds, then turned around and left quietly.
The back figure melted into the shadow at the end of the corridor - there were some things he might not understand, but he knew he shouldn't disturb him.
The next morning, sunlight filtered through the double-glazed windows, casting mottled shadows on the floor, one of which happened to fall on Jiang Chengyu's face.
His eyelashes trembled, and his consciousness floated up little by little like a stone sinking to the bottom of the water, but his head felt like it was hit by a sledgehammer, and dull pain overwhelmed him.
He struggled to sit up, and when he moved his arms, he found that there was someone in his arms.
Mu Xiaoji was lying on his side, his pajamas collar open, his collarbone exposed, an abnormal red tinge, and a faint bruise at the corner of his mouth.
Going down the neck, there were dotted marks like undried water stains, winding all the way into the collar.
Jiang Chengyu's breathing suddenly stagnated, and fragments of last night rushed into his mind one after another.
The force with which he rushed over, the uncontrolled kiss, and Mu Xiaoji's panting voice...
He suddenly pulled his arm back from under Mu Xiaoji, and his movement was so hasty that the other party frowned.
Jiang Chengyu covered his heavy head, stepped barefoot on the cold floor, and stumbled to sit on the edge of the bed, his knuckles turning white from the exertion.
"You were drunk last night." Mu Xiaoji's voice sounded behind him, a little hoarse, and he looked at him with complicated eyes.
"If your head is uncomfortable, lie down for a while. I'll go see if mom slept well last night."
He said as he stood up, but as soon as he moved, he gasped, and a trace of pain flashed between his brows.
The muscles all over my body seemed to have been disassembled and reassembled, especially the waist and abdomen, which still felt sore and swollen from excessive stretching.
Jiang Chengyu's madness last night was due to his drunkenness and out of control. Rather than being gentle,
It was more like a random torture, and thinking back on it now, he still felt a lingering fear.
"I'm sorry... I..." Jiang Chengyu wanted to apologize, but his throat seemed to be blocked and he couldn't say a word.
Mu Xiaoji didn't respond, but leaned over to pick up the prosthesis beside the bed and snapped it neatly into place.
He lowered his head and buttoned his pajamas in one smooth motion, as if the pain just now had never existed.
He turned and walked out of the ward. The slight sound of the door closing was like a needle piercing Jiang Chengyu's heart.
Jiang Chengyu was the only one left in the ward, and the air seemed to still be filled with the smell of alcohol and ambiguity.
He walked into the bathroom, turned on the cold water tap and splashed water on his face.
The cold touch made him shiver, but it couldn't extinguish the regret and confusion in his heart.
Half an hour later, Jiang Chengyu walked out of the hospital gate with heavy steps, his right hand in his pocket, without saying goodbye to anyone.
On the mobile phone screen, the high-speed rail ticket information was lit up - the destination was Kuncheng.
He looked up at the top floor of the hospital. The glaring sunlight made him squint subconsciously.
He didn't stop, but walked into the taxi step by step. The car slowly started and drove away, leaving the hustle and bustle of the city and the unfinished entanglements behind.
Jiang Shuo curled up on the sofa in the ward, his shoulders twitching.
Tears fell like beads from a broken string, hitting the pillow on her knees, leaving a small dark mark.
He didn't cry out loud, only suppressed sobs swirled in his throat. His eyes, which were always bright and sparkling, were now as red as rabbits, filled with grievances and confusion.
From the first day he was born, he never left his father's side. Even when his father had severely injured him and fell into a deep sleep,
After Dad learned about the contents of the suicide note written by Little Daddy and fell into a deep sleep, he went to find Professors Drucker and Adress.
He transplanted his heart and lungs to Mu Xiaoji, and in this way continued his promise to protect him throughout his life.
Dad decided to take the sleeping little dad back to G City, where they lived together.
While using the advanced medical team at his disposal to treat him, he also protected their true love in their shoes.
Because Jiang Shuo wanted to follow his little dad, he ignored the fact that he was only three years old, accepted his father's harsh rules, and returned to G City.
Chapter 1: You have to sleep in your own room and not in your little daddy's arms anymore;
Chapter 2: You are not allowed to stick to your daddy all day long, you have to go to kindergarten like other children;
Chapter 3: Mu Xiaoji has the final say on all decisions. He cannot act on his own and must listen to Mu Xiaoji's arrangements.
Just because he could see his little daddy who took care of him day and night, he agreed without hesitation.
But now, the little daddy woke up, laughed, and argued with him, but he left without a word.
She just left him and his mother in G City and went back to Kuncheng.
"Stinky baby, don't cry." Xiao Yue squatted in front of him, gently wiped the tears from his cheeks with a warm towel, his voice as soft as cotton.
"Little Daddy has a knot in his heart that has been tangled for too long, and he has to slowly untie it himself. Look, you're already one year older.
He's a little man now, let's give him some time and space, okay?"
Jiang Shuo sniffed, buried his face in the pillow, groaned, but his tears flowed even more violently.
On the other side, Mu Xiaoji was unexpectedly abnormal, with a sunny smile on his face, as if there was some great joy hidden in his heart.
He was holding a bowl of freshly cooked red bean and eight-treasure porridge. The porridge was soft and dense, and the sweet fragrance of red beans mixed with the bitterness of lotus seeds filled the air.
He sat on the edge of the bed, scooped up a spoonful with a small spoon, blew it to his lips, and then carefully put it to Mu Huiying's mouth.
The smile in his eyes was as bright as starlight, and every move he made revealed an unconcealable lightness.
There is no sense of compulsion in this brilliance, but rather it seems as if there is a firm secret.
Even the way he fed her the porridge was gentler than usual—as if the chaos of last night was not the end.
Rather, it was the beginning of some hope, which gave him an unprecedented sense of steadiness and anticipation for the days ahead.
Mu Huiying felt mixed emotions when she saw her son like this.
The faint bruise at the corner of his mouth hadn't faded yet. It was clearly a mark left by the chaos last night, but he seemed not to care at all, and even had a secret cherishment for it.
"Xiaoji," she gently held Mu Xiaoji's hand holding the spoon, her voice trembling.
"If you feel bad, don't force yourself. Cry if you want to. I'm here. You don't have to pretend to be strong in front of me. At worst, I'll be with you for the rest of your life."
Mu Xiaoji smiled, paused his hand as he scooped the porridge, and spoke in a light tone as if he was talking about someone else:
"Mom, Sister Xiaoyue is right. We need to give the little monster some time. He's not leaving, he just wants to be alone for a while."
He nodded slightly, with a hint of warmth, and his fingertips unconsciously touched the bruise at the corner of his mouth.
There was still a slight pain there, but it made him feel particularly at ease.
"I'm not really sad, but I'm very happy. Because I know he has me in his heart.
But he can't get over that hurdle yet. When he figures it out, he'll come back."
The sunlight shone through the window, falling on his smiling face and on the bowl of steaming eight-treasure porridge. The mist seemed to hide a firm future.
After coming out of his mother's ward, Mu Xiaoji walked slowly back to VIP801 ward. His fingertips paused on the door handle for two seconds before pushing the door open.
There was still a faint smell of alcohol in the room, mixed with the morning sunlight, revealing an indescribable ambiguity.
He walked to the bed and sat down, gently opened the bottom drawer of the bedside table, and took out a palm-sized medical refrigeration box from it.
He had specifically asked the nurse for the box last night. The milky white surface of the box made the test tubes inside look even clearer.
As my fingertips brushed the cool surface of the box, the image of last night came flooding back uncontrollably:
The corners of Jiang Chengyu's blurry eyes were red, and his breath was hot on his neck. His movements were filled with the eagerness and greed after drinking, and he had long lost his usual restraint.
When he whispered, "Let's give Jiang Shuo a younger brother," the man hardly hesitated. The vague response sounded like a dream talk, but it hit his heart hard.
At that moment, he took advantage of Jiang Chengyu's consciousness being carried away by instinct and quickly put the sample away - the action was so fast that it seemed like he was hiding a fragile secret.
At this moment, Mu Xiaoji opened the box, and the liquid in the test tube shone with a very faint luster under the light.
His eyes fell on it, and a thick sweetness spread unconsciously at the corner of his mouth.
It was as if he had seen a delicate little baby, looking at him with the same eyes as Jiang Chengyu.
"Knock knock." A light knock on the door interrupted his thoughts.
When Xiao Yue pushed the door open, she caught him staring at the box in a daze. The tenderness and expectation in his expression were something she had never seen before.
"Master Chenxi, are you okay?" She approached lightly, her eyes falling on the box in his hand, and asked curiously, "What is this?"
Mu Xiaoji didn't hide anything and handed the box to her, with an unconcealable joy in his tone:
"It's his sperm. Last night I said I wanted to give Jiang Shuo a brother, and the little monster agreed. He said, 'Okay, give Chou Bao a brother.'"
Xiao Yue's eyes fell on the test tube and she pursed her lips slightly. She had been with the old lady in the Song family for many years.
I watched with my own eyes as the two went from being very close to becoming strangers, and then became entangled again under the pull of fate.
When they first met, I didn't know the relationship between Jiang Chengyu and Mu Xiaoji, so I tried to mistake him for the boy who delivered Mu Xiaoji's suitcase.
Later, when Jiang Chengyu was taking care of the old lady in the hospital, she did not sleep all night. Seeing how hard she worked, he gave her his ID card and asked her to rest for a day at the Hailar Hotel opposite the hospital.
Later, when she was pregnant with Jiang Shuo as a surrogate mother, she suffered from overnutrition, which led to a heavy placenta and severe pain.
Jiang Chengyu spared no effort to heal her with the exercises every day, so that the placenta returned to normal.
As a result, Jiang Chengyu, who was already exhausted, fell asleep in the sea view villa for a week without anyone knowing.
It was not until New Year's Eve that the colorful and dazzling sound of fireworks and firecrackers outside gradually woke him up.
Now, if Master Chenxi finds a stranger as a surrogate mother, when the child grows up,
I might not be able to treat Jiang Shuo and the Song family sincerely. But if I come here by myself...
With this in mind, she took a deep breath, looked up at Mu Xiaoji, and said in an extremely firm tone: "Master Chenxi, let me take care of this matter!"
Mu Xiaoji suddenly raised his eyes, his face instantly filled with surprise, and he almost shook his head immediately:
"Sister Xiaoyue, you are no longer old enough to have children. It is very dangerous for older women to give birth. I can't let you take this risk."
Xiao Yue straightened his back, his tone full of unquestionable determination, "No, Master, I am in good health.
Now I am staying with you, and with the support of the advanced medical team of Renxin Hospital, I will be fine.
Mu Xiaoji looked at her. Xiao Yue's eyes were surprisingly bright, without the slightest hesitation, only a kind of almost stubborn determination.
This woman who has been with my grandmother for decades always stands up at the most critical moment, like a silent tree, silently shielding the family from wind and rain.
His eyes became complicated, filled with emotion, worry, and some indescribable feeling, all mixed up in his heart.