The other side of the boundless sea of ​​kindness

Chapter 770: Inner Guilt

Song Shijie was in the taxi at the moment, worried as if there was a fire burning in his heart, making him restless.

He couldn't wait to take out his cell phone, slid his fingers quickly across the screen, found Jiang Chengyu's number, and dialed it without hesitation.

A melodious music ringtone came from the mobile phone. However, the ringtone rang for a long time but Jiang Chengyu never answered it.

The monotonous ringtone seemed particularly harsh in this tense atmosphere, and each ring seemed to be knocking on Song Shijie's heart.

Helplessly, he frowned, his eyes revealing more anxiety, then he switched to Mu Xiaoji's phone number and dialed again.

But the result was still the same as before, there was only a busy tone on the other end of the phone, and no one answered.

This series of setbacks made Song Shijie upset. He couldn't help but mutter in a low voice: "What on earth is going on?

Why didn't either of them answer the phone? " His voice was full of confusion and worry, as if he had anticipated the complexity of the matter.

Seeing Song Shijie so anxious, Rong Shishan quickly comforted him softly, "Ajie, you have to take care of your body.

It is very likely that both of them are busy taking care of Choubao. After all, Choubao is in critical condition now, and they certainly have no time to take care of other things.

Look, we'll be at the hospital soon, so don't get too anxious or angry. If you can't see anyone, you won't be able to solve the problem."

Rong Shishan's tone was full of concern, trying to calm Song Shijie down.

At this moment, the taxi slowly drove into the courtyard of the First People's Hospital. Song Shijie and Rong Shishan saw many reporters scattered around the courtyard.

They looked around, their eyes fixed on the direction of the hospital lobby, as if waiting for some important person to appear.

Rong Shishan made a prompt decision and told the driver, "Master, drive directly to the lobby entrance." His words were brief and powerful, revealing his decisiveness.

Song Shijie also keenly noticed the strange atmosphere and thought to himself that something was wrong.

He knew very well that if he was recognized by the reporters, it would inevitably cause unnecessary trouble and delay his time to meet Chou Bao.

So, he quickly reached out and took out the mask, put it on quickly, and zipped up the collar of his sportswear tightly.

He tried to hide his face as much as possible, trying not to be recognized by the reporters.

As soon as the taxi stopped at the lobby door, the two of them quickly opened the door and got out almost at the same time.

Then he strode quickly towards the hall, his steps quick and firm, as if he wanted to break through all the obstacles and see Choubao as soon as possible.

The two of them, dressed in sportswear, walked hurriedly into the hospital lobby. Their vibrant outfits

In the hospital filled with the smell of disinfectant and a solemn atmosphere, it appears particularly abrupt and out of tune with the people coming and going.

As they walked towards the hospital front desk, their eyes were instantly attracted by Xiao Yue, who looked anxious.

I saw Xiao Yue eagerly asking something to the front desk staff. After the staff answered,

Xiao Yue politely thanked the other party: "Thank you!" After that, he turned around and prepared to go to the place he had inquired about.

At this moment, Song Shijie hurriedly shouted: "Xiao Yue..." Xiao Yue heard the voice, as if his sensitive nerves were touched, and hurriedly turned around.

After seeing Song Shijie, she anxiously asked: "Uncle Song, did you also see what happened to Chou Bao?"

Song Shijie was extremely anxious at the moment. He didn't bother to exchange pleasantries and asked urgently, "You just asked where Choubao is now?"

Xiao Yue quickly responded: "He's under observation in the intensive care unit! Let's go this way." After that, she took anxious steps and hurriedly led the way.

The three of them, with expectant eyes, followed the clear signs in the corridor and finally arrived at the intensive care unit.

I saw two young men standing at the door of the intensive care unit, looking inside through the glass door in a trance with dull eyes.

The three of them slowly approached the glass door, and the scene inside the room made their hearts tighten instantly.

Jiang Chengyu was hugging Jiang Shuo tightly, whose body was filled with various precision instruments and tubes. On Jiang Shuo's small head,

The white bandages were wrapped around his face, and against the backdrop of the white bandages, his little face looked even paler.

On the other side of the bed, Mu Xiaoji was also lying. He also had a white bandage wrapped around his head.

The whole person was sleeping soundly, motionless, as if he was trapped in an endless sleep.

Xiao Yue felt so distressed when she saw this scene that she felt as if her heart was being torn apart. She could not help but cling to the door, tears streaming down her cheeks.

She muttered, "Stinky baby...stinky baby, how are you? Mommy is here to see you!"

Song Shijie looked at the scene in front of him, his heart full of doubts. He asked in confusion: "Chenxi? What's going on with Chenxi? Why is he in there too?

Didn’t he perform surgery on Chou Bao? The way the father and son look at this moment really confuses me! "

Teng Zijing and Deng Zhouyi looked at the family with a slightly embarrassed look on their faces, and turned to look at Song Shijie sheepishly.

Teng Zijing coughed lightly, stretched out his hand in a gesture ready to shake hands, and greeted with a bit of restraint: "Hello, Mr. Song, I am Teng Zijing, the junior.

Jiang Shuo suffered such a misfortune this time while trying to save me, and I am really worried.

I will bear all the medical expenses and recovery expenses of Jiang Shuo.

I know in my heart that these are far less than even a fraction of the kindness Jiang Shuo showed me in saving my life, but this is also a token of my appreciation, and I hope you can accept it."

Song Shijie looked at Teng Zijing sternly and asked in a cold voice, "What on earth is the reason that you two are so disregarding the public situation and want to fight?"

Teng Zijing looked helpless, sighed slightly, and said slowly: "Mr. Mu, Jiang Shuo and I originally had lunch together.

Unexpectedly, when I walked out of the hotel and reached the door, I ran into Mr. Jiang who had just finished a dinner at the hotel.

As soon as he saw Jiang Shuo and me together, he started to scold Jiang Shuo. His overbearing attitude really made me feel dissatisfied.

I just refuted a few words, and he attacked us without saying anything. The situation was very chaotic at the time, and I don't know what method Jiang Chengyu used.

He opened his big hand, and Jiang Shuo and I were pulled by an invisible force and flew uncontrollably towards him.

Well! I was young and hot-tempered, so I didn’t want to be outdone, so I started fighting.

Teng Zijing seemed to realize that his behavior at that time was a bit childish and impulsive. His voice unconsciously became smaller and smaller, and a trace of shame appeared on his face.

At this moment, the intensive care unit was so quiet that only the faint sounds of the instruments could be heard, as if time had frozen in this heavy atmosphere.

Mu Xiaoji slowly woke up from the chaos. His consciousness had not yet fully recovered. He only felt a piercing pain in his head, as if countless needles were stabbing him.

He subconsciously let out a hiss, the sound filled with unbearable pain. His right hand involuntarily touched his forehead, his movements slow and cautious.

It seemed as if the slightest exertion would intensify the pain. At this moment, he was still immersed in a state of half-sleep and half-wakefulness, and for a moment he was completely unaware of where he was.

As his consciousness gradually returned, he slowly turned his head and began to look around. When his eyes fell to the side, he saw Jiang Chengyu.

Jiang Chengyu's face was haggard, his eyes were full of fatigue and worry, and his gaze seemed to be fixed on Jiang Shuo in his arms.

He stood there motionless, staring intently, as if Jiang Shuo would disappear from his world if he looked away.

When Mu Xiaoji saw this, his heart suddenly tightened and all his thoughts were instantly brought back to reality.

He hurriedly tried to get up, and instinctively called out, "Jiang Shuo..."

However, the movement of his head pulled the wound, and a more intense pain came like a surging tide, causing him to groan.

He could only support his head and sit on the edge of the bed with difficulty. After calming his mind for a while, the scene at the door of the operating room yesterday appeared in his mind like a movie.

At that time, Jiang Chengyu's face was filled with anxiety, and his expression was as solemn as if a dark cloud was pressing down on him. He extended his right hand in front of Mu Xiaoji, his eyes red, and shouted in a voice that was almost a roar:

"Mu Xiaoji, listen to me! My right hand is broken and I can't hold a scalpel! Choubao, only your skills can save him now!"

The voice echoed in Mu Xiaoji's ears, and every word was like a heavy hammer, hitting his heart hard.

Thinking of this, Mu Xiaoji instantly understood everything. He finally understood clearly why Jiang Chengyu had been eating with his left hand since he woke up.

It turns out that behind that seemingly unintentional action, there is such heavy pain hidden.

All the past scenes, one after another, were like sharp blades, piercing his heart.

He looked at Jiang Chengyu, who had once taken care of him and shown him great care, but was now exhausted and unrecognizable after being unintentionally torn apart by him.

No wonder Jiang Chengyu's attitude towards him changed 360 degrees after he woke up.

If it were him, after experiencing such a thing, he would probably have become discouraged long ago.

The more Mu Xiaoji thought about it, the more guilty he felt. His heart was filled with self-blame and regret. He could no longer suppress his emotions and slumped down to his knees in front of Jiang Chengyu with a plop.

Jiang Chengyu was startled when he heard the sudden sound and turned around quickly.

Seeing Mu Xiaoji kneeling on the ground, his eyes were filled with distress and anxiety, and he quickly asked: "Xiaoji,

What are you doing? You have just undergone surgery and are extremely exhausted. You need to rest well. Get up quickly and lie back in bed.

Mu Xiaoji lowered his eyebrows and eyes, not daring to look directly into Jiang Chengyu's eyes. He said with deep remorse and guilt in his voice:

"I'm sorry, Mr. Jiang. I'm truly to blame for the mistakes I made. I'm truly sorry."

As he spoke, he began to kowtow repeatedly, each time hitting the ground heavily, as if only in this way could he slightly alleviate the guilt in his heart.

At this time, Song Shijie, who was guarding outside the glass door of the intensive care unit, was extremely anxious when he saw the scene inside.

He was like an ant on a hot pan, anxiously scurrying around, banging on the glass door and shouting:

"Chenxi, you are still sick! What are you doing? Get up quickly!" The voice was full of worry and anxiety, echoing in the silent corridor.