nucmednet Chapter 598 What Have I Done Wrongly?
Chapter 598 What Have I Done Wrongly?
In the luxurious and quiet villa courtyard in Goldsmith Bay, the afterglow of the setting sun is like a layer of gauze, gently falling on every inch of land, making the entire courtyard look like a dream.
Wu Lan and Mu Xiaoji walked in side by side, and saw Jiang Shuo's lively and cute figure running and jumping in this picturesque scenery. He was playing with the little animals in the yard, having a lot of fun.
Jiang Shuo's clear laughter, like a string of silver bells, rippled happily in the air, as if dispelling the slight melancholy in the evening.
Wu Lan and Mu Xiaoji's eyes were unconsciously attracted to Jiang Shuo, and their steps seemed to be pulled by some invisible force. They subconsciously followed his figure and slowly walked towards the backyard.
As they went deeper into the backyard, a pitiful scene gradually came into view.
Jiang Chengyu was sleeping quietly in the wheelchair, his snow-white hair fluttering gently in the breeze, like snowflakes drifting in winter, showing his vicissitudes and loneliness.
On the stone table next to the wheelchair, there are many exquisite small cages neatly arranged. In the cages, there are plump little white rabbits and mice.
They were obviously well-fed, all of them were plump and squirmed lazily in the cage, looking very cute.
At this time, Jiang Shuo was methodically putting the little white rabbit named "Dabai" into a larger cage with skillful and gentle movements.
He gently picked up the cage and walked briskly towards the pharmacy, saying in a childish and warm voice:
"Dabai, let's go home. It's getting dark soon. We'll let you out in the sun tomorrow!"
As he left, Jiang Shuo's figure gradually disappeared behind the door of the pharmacy, leaving only a series of footsteps that were getting farther and farther away.
Jiang Chengyu still sat quietly in the wheelchair, like a sculpture, immersed in his own world.
He was still holding a carrot in his hand. The carrot looked particularly bright red, crisp and tender in his big white hand, as if carrying his last bit of attachment to life.
When Mu Xiaoji saw this scene, his heart was suddenly hit by a heavy hammer. Tears burst out uncontrollably and rolled down his cheeks.
He rushed to Jiang Chengyu's side and knelt on one knee, his movements slow and heavy. The past scene appeared as vivid as yesterday.
He stretched out his hands and carefully held Jiang Chengyu's hand holding the carrot, as if he was holding the most precious yet fragile treasure in the world.
When his eyes fell on Jiang Chengyu's right hand, the guilt and grief in his heart surged like a flood.
Jiang Chengyu's right ring finger and little finger were broken because of Mu Xiaoji's anger and stomping on them a year ago.
In addition, he had been in a coma for a long time, and the muscles in his body gradually degenerated, his muscles atrophied, his bones deformed, and his originally slender fingers were now twisted beyond recognition.
Although Mu Xiaoji has been working tirelessly since then, using all kinds of professional nursing methods and rehabilitation measures to carefully protect Jiang Chengyu's physical functions and try to prevent the condition from worsening,
But the trajectory of fate seemed difficult to completely reverse. Those irreparable regrets were like sharp thorns that deeply hurt Mu Xiaoji's heart and made him feel distressed.
Wu Lan stood quietly by, witnessing Mu Xiaoji's grief-stricken look, and for a moment she was at a loss what to do.
Her eyes were full of worry and helplessness. She wanted to go forward to comfort him, but she didn't know where to start. She could only stand there quietly, feeling the sadness in the air.
At this moment, Jiang Shuo came out of the pharmacy. He saw his father's pained look at a glance.
I suddenly realized that my father must be in this familiar scene, and recalled the tragedy that happened here last year;
I was so cruel to my little dad that he has been in a coma ever since.
A trace of sadness and understanding flashed in Jiang Shuo's eyes. He took gentle steps and walked towards Mu Xiaoji obediently.
He stretched out his little hand and gently held the hand of his father, who was then holding his little daddy's hand. Although the little hand was tender, it seemed to contain endless power.
He comforted me with a childish but firm voice, "Dad, my biggest wish has always been to see you healthy and happy every day.
You told me before that even if there hadn't been that accident, Little Daddy would still have fallen into a deep sleep. Perhaps all this was fate.
At this moment, you should try to let go of the burden in your heart and learn to let go. Only in this way can your little daddy rest in peace in his sleep."
Mu Xiaoji slowly raised her head and looked at her son with tearful eyes, her eyes filled with complex emotions of guilt, emotion and relief.
He seemed to see the once high-spirited Jiang Chengyu in his son, who always had a sunny smile on his face.
Every time the corners of her mouth turned up to smile at him, he couldn't help but kiss her lips.
Mu Xiaoji could no longer suppress his inner emotions and hugged Jiang Shuo tightly in his arms, as if he wanted to convey all his love, apology and pain to his son through this hug.
The tears flowed down his face like a spring again, and he sobbed, "I'm sorry, Jiang Shuo, Daddy is sorry for you, and even more sorry for Little Daddy.
I am a complete bastard... If I hadn't acted impulsively, Daddy wouldn't have suffered this misfortune, and our family wouldn't have become what it is today..."
Jiang Shuo's eyes also turned red, and his clear eyes were filled with tears. He cried softly, "Dad..."
He stretched out his little hand and gently patted Mu Xiaoji's back, trying to comfort his father, even though he was still young.
But she seemed to understand that what her father needed at this moment was not only verbal comfort, but also the warm companionship from his family.
At this time, the breeze blew gently, ruffling their hair and quietly turning the leaves of the flowers and plants in the courtyard, making a rustling sound, as if it was also sighing for this scene of family joys and sorrows.
The last ray of afterglow in the sky gradually disappeared, and night began to slowly fall, shrouding the courtyard of the Goldsmith Bay Villa in a quiet and deep atmosphere.
At the same time, in the core area of the city, the Public Security Bureau building was bustling with activity.
In the hall, people come and go in a hurry. Everyone is like a precision machine wound up, or like a spinning top, fully focused on the work at hand.
The ringing of telephones, the typing of keyboards, and the sounds of people talking intertwine to form a busy and orderly symphony.
Zhou Li was on his way into the city to look for Al Robuk, but was suddenly and decisively stopped by the traffic police for no apparent reason.
Afterwards, he was taken directly to the Public Security Bureau. Along the way, no one responded to his inquiries and ignored them.
The moment he stepped into the Public Security Bureau, he felt uneasy from the scrutinizing eyes cast upon him by the people around him.
However, no one took the initiative to ask him about the whole story. Only a policeman named Wei Guoqing came forward.
With a stern expression, he walked straight forward and gestured to the traffic policemen accompanying him to follow him.
Zhou Li's heart was filled with doubts and anxieties, but under the majesty of the police, he could only follow silently.
Wei Guoqing led them through a series of dim and narrow corridors, and finally arrived at a cramped small dark room.
The door of the small dark room was tightly closed, like a huge black mouth, emitting a depressing atmosphere.
Wei Guoqing opened the door and said coldly, "Go in and wait. Captain Xing hasn't returned from the crime scene yet!"
"Take a moment to think carefully about what you've done wrong, sort out your thoughts, and explain it to Captain Xing when he comes back." He then turned and walked towards the door.
At this point, Zhou Li could no longer suppress his inner doubts and anger, and shouted loudly: "No, comrade police, what have I done wrong?
"Why do you arrest people so casually?" His voice echoed in the small space, filled with anxiety and unwillingness.
Wei Guoqing paused, glaring at Zhou Li with cold, knife-like eyes, his tone filled with disdain and questioning: "Don't you know what you've done?"
After saying that, he suddenly opened the door, his figure flashed and disappeared at the door, followed by a loud "bang".
The heavy door was slammed shut, and the sound exploded in Zhou Li's ears, like a bomb, shattering his last bit of composure.
Zhou Li's heart was in turmoil, his mind racing with worry for his daughter, Xiaoxue. Xiaoxue was only six years old, her eyes should have been bright and clear, but because he had been busy caring for his wife's illness all those years, he had neglected to take care of her.
As a result, we failed to detect that our daughter had a high fever, and she lost her sight and had difficulty taking care of herself.
When he thought that his daughter might be in the hands of the devil Al Robuk at this moment, his heart felt like it was being pierced by thousands of needles, and he was in excruciating pain.
Now I can clearly hear Al Robuk's malicious and playful voice on the phone:
"Old Zhou, have you seen your wife? I saw her suffering from illness every day and felt pity for her, so I kindly gave her a ride."
When Zhou Li heard this, he was so angry that his whole body was shaking. However, Al Robuk on the other end of the phone seemed to be playing an exciting and interesting game.
He let out a hearty laugh, and the sound was like a ghostly scream, lingering in Zhou Li's ears:
“You must return to work immediately and do everything you can to find Scar Kun or Professor Allen to help me get the source of infection.
Your daughter is so cute, I love her very much. I will help you take care of her these days, you must work hard. "
Thinking of this, Zhou Li's inner anger was like a raging flame, instantly breaking through the cage of reason.
He rushed to the door desperately, holding the door handle tightly with both hands, twisting it desperately.
It seemed as if this would allow him to break free from the cage that imprisoned him and save his poor daughter.
However, the door handle did not move at all, and it was obvious that the door was locked from the outside. He was extremely anxious, and while banging on the door hard, he shouted at the top of his lungs:
"Let me go, I want to pick up my daughter. She is only six years old, blind and unable to take care of herself.
Is there anyone here? Please open the door and let me out." His crying voice echoed desperately in the dark room.
However, all he got in response was endless silence, as if the whole world had abandoned him.
Zhou Li refused to give up. He began to bang his body against the door, again and again. Each bang was filled with his deep worry and anxiety for his daughter.
At this moment, a cold voice suddenly rang out from the dark room, like a warning from hell:
"You'd better be quiet, or you'll be charged with a more serious crime later. Don't say I didn't warn you."
Zhou Li's eyes were bloodshot, like a wounded beast, and he roared angrily at the air:
"Do you still have any humanity? My daughter is in the hands of bad people! I can't harm my wife and then lose my daughter."
After shouting this, he seemed to have used up all his strength. His legs softened and he slowly squatted down, holding his head with his hands and crying.
Tears kept flowing out from between his fingers and dripped onto the cold ground, as if telling of the endless pain and despair deep in his heart.