nucmednet Chapter 503 A rare peace of mind
Chapter 503 A rare peace of mind
Chapter 503 A rare peace of mind
In the cozy and luxurious bedroom of Jinyang Villa, the warm yellow wall lamps emit a soft and soothing glow, gently falling in every corner, making the entire room exceptionally peaceful.
Jiang Chengyu lay quietly on the big white, soft, cloud-like fluffy bed, just like every day before. His face was calm and peaceful.
It was as if he had just fallen into a sweet sleep, but there was no sign of waking up.
Mu Xiaoji always stayed by his side, his eyes full of worry and concern, as if time had stopped at that moment and he could no longer take his eyes off Jiang Chengyu.
At this time, Mu Xiaoji lost a leg in an accident and was in the difficult recovery stage after being discharged from the hospital.
His physical weakness made every movement seem slow and difficult, and every move seemed to exhaust all his strength;
The inner fatigue was like a thick haze that enveloped him heavily, causing him to often fall into a coma involuntarily.
The night was deep, everything was silent, and the whole world seemed to have fallen into a deep sleep. Mu Xiaoji once again stepped into the strange dream that haunted him like a demon.
In his dream, he seemed to be drawn by a mysterious and evil force and found himself in a gloomy and terrifying laboratory.
The surrounding walls were cold and gray, as if they had been mercilessly eroded by the years, painted with a layer of decay and decay. Every brick and stone seemed to be telling an unknown horror story.
The pale light above my head was swaying, flickering, and making a "sizzling" sound, as if it would go out completely at any time.
The entire space plunged into endless darkness, as if foreshadowing a terrible disaster was about to happen.
It adds a bit of creepy fear and uneasiness to this already depressing space.
The laboratory table was cluttered with all kinds of strange-shaped instruments and bottles and jars that could not even be named. These instruments seemed to come from another mysterious world.
It was filled with liquids of various colors, some of which were a strange green, like magic liquid from the depths of hell, emitting a cold and dangerous aura;
Some are a striking blood red, like solidified blood, and occasionally make a "gurgling" sound due to the mysterious operation inside the instrument. The sound is like the heartbeat of a monster, which makes people's backs chill.
A woman in a white coat was busy shuttling between these instruments. Her movements were neat and precise, revealing an inexplicable madness.
The mask on her face was tightly covered, leaving only a pair of eyes exposed. Her eyes were full of fanaticism, like burning will-o'-the-wisp, revealing an obsession of not giving up until the goal was achieved, which was frightening.
For some reason, Mu Xiaoji always felt that this pair of eyes was strangely familiar, as if he saw himself in the mirror.
But this familiarity not only did not bring him peace of mind, but instead made him feel extremely uneasy, as if he was being secretly watched and that misfortune was about to befall him.
The woman was completely focused on the mysterious experiment at hand, her hands operating the instrument at a rapid speed, making it hard to watch.
From time to time, some unclear words came out of his mouth. The voice was low and strange, as if it came from the depths of the distant darkness.
Each syllable carries an ominous rhythm, echoing in this gloomy space, making people feel creepy.
After a while, the woman suddenly stopped what she was doing, a trace of determination and madness flashed in her eyes, and she slowly approached a cramped inner room step by step.
The inner room was filled with a pungent smell of disinfectant and a faint stench of decay. The two smells mixed together to form a disgusting odor, as if this was a gathering place of death and despair.
There was a medical bed next to him, on which lay a cold corpse. The corpse was covered tightly with a white cloth, and his appearance could not be seen clearly.
But just the vaguely revealed outline was enough to make one's hair stand on end, as if the corpse was emitting endless resentment and cursing the world.
On the chair nearby, Mu Xiaoji saw his beloved little monster Jiang Chengyu tied tightly on it.
Jiang Chengyu's face was as pale as paper, without any blood, as if the vitality of life was slipping away from his body bit by bit.
His eyes were tightly closed and his brows were slightly furrowed, as if he was enduring great pain. He had no power to resist, like a lamb to be slaughtered.
The woman walked closer to Jiang Chengyu step by step. Her originally calm eyes suddenly became cold and sharp, like a sharp blade in the cold night.
There was a flash of cold murderous intent in his eyes, and the expression on his face was distorted to the point of being almost crazy, as if he was completely engulfed by the flames of hatred and had completely lost his mind.
She suddenly said viciously: "Jiang Chengyu, haha, why are you still alive? Why?"
The sharp laughter echoed in the laboratory, like a sharp dagger, piercing Mu Xiaoji's eardrums and sending a chill down his spine.
As soon as she finished speaking, she suddenly raised her hand and slapped Jiang Chengyu's fair cheek hard with a loud slap.
Jiang Chengyu's cheeks turned red in an instant, and a trace of blood seeped from the corner of his mouth. The bright red blood looked particularly glaring on his pale face, as if it was a blood flower blooming on the edge of hell.
Seeing this scene, Mu Xiaoji suddenly became restless in his dream. His body kept twisting, as if he was tightly bound by countless invisible ropes. He struggled desperately but could not break free.
He murmured, "It's that woman, the one who called. Who are you? Why did you hurt my little monster?"
His voice was filled with endless anxiety and anger, the pain and unwillingness of a person seeing his loved one suffering.
But in this empty, dead silent laboratory, I seemed so powerless, without any response.
Only his voice echoed lonely in the darkness, like a trapped beast in a cage, roaring in despair.
At this moment, Jiang Shuo had just finished writing a large calligraphy character. He gently put down the brush, stretched his sore wrist, and had a satisfied smile on his face after completing the work.
He pushed open the door and walked in briskly. As soon as he entered the room, he saw Mu Xiaoji stirring on the bed, his face full of pain, and he couldn't wake up.
He was mumbling something, his voice was low and rapid, and it was impossible to hear clearly.
Jiang Shuo's smile disappeared instantly, replaced by a look of worry, his eyes were full of concern and nervousness.
He quickly dropped the writing in his hand, ran a few steps closer to Mu Xiaoji, and shouted loudly: "Dad, Dad, wake up..."
Mu Xiaoji was shocked and woke up from the nightmare. His cheeks and forehead were covered with dense beads of sweat, which kept sliding down his cheeks. His breathing was rapid as if he had just finished a long-distance run, and his chest was heaving violently. He immediately turned his head to look at Jiang Chengyu, and saw that he was still lying beside him, and he breathed a sigh of relief.
He reached out and held Jiang Chengyu's arm tightly, lowered his head and swallowed a mouthful of dry saliva, closed his eyes, and tried hard to force himself to calm down.
Jiang Shuo looked at his father who was still in shock and asked distressedly, "Dad, did you dream about your little daddy getting into trouble again?"
Mu Xiaoji nodded slowly, the fear in his eyes had not completely dissipated, as if the shadow of the nightmare still shrouded him.
Jiang Shuo quickly comforted him, "Dad, you are too nervous. Daddy will be fine."
Mu Xiaoji dragged his weak body to sit up. He looked at Jiang Shuo seriously, with a hint of urgency in his eyes, and asked:
"Jiang Shuo, when you were with Little Daddy, did you ever see any woman contacting or dating him?"
Jiang Shuo blinked his bright and lively eyes, his tender little face full of serious thinking.
He looked at his father and said, “No, Daddy has never left Goldsmith Bay Villa since I was born.
Grandpa Rong said several times that some things abroad were difficult to handle, and asked him to accompany Grandpa to handle them. He refused, saying that taking care of me was his only important job now.
Jiang Shuo looked at his father's tired face and continued to comfort him, "Dad, don't be too nervous.
I will be watching over you during this time and will not allow any suspicious people to approach you. I will do my best to protect you."
Mu Xiaoji slowly turned his head, his eyes full of pity, and stared at Jiang Shuo quietly, saying softly: "Jiang Shuo,
You should be studying hard now, and I don't want you to be involved in this.
You know, you should have the purest and happiest time, not be bound by these troubles. "
He sighed slightly, with a hint of helplessness and guilt in his eyes, "Jiang Shuo, why don't you go back to Kuncheng and live with grandpa.
You are the person your little daddy cares about most in his life. If anything happens to you because of these things, all his efforts over the years will be wasted, and daddy will never be able to forgive himself. "
Jiang Shuo straightened up immediately after hearing this, looked at Mu Xiaoji firmly, and corrected him seriously: "Dad, you are wrong, the person that little daddy really cares about is you.
Over the years, I have seen it all, and I understand how much he has sacrificed for you. Besides, I am five years old, not a child anymore.
It is my duty to protect those who love me and those I love." He raised his chin slightly, with a rare maturity and responsibility on his face for his age.
"Little Daddy is in danger, I won't go anywhere, I will stay by your side. It's still early now.
You should lie down and get some sleep. I will stay here and make sure no danger comes near you."
As soon as he finished speaking, Jiang Shuo leaped up swiftly, and the two stools beside the bed were pulled open steadily under his feet.
He went down and hung steadily on the edge of the bed in a standard splits position, with his hands raised and placed on his waist.
With his eyes tightly closed, he sensed the movements around him, and his serious look seemed to announce to the whole world his determination to protect.
Mu Xiaoji was touched and relieved when he saw his son's determination and perseverance. He knew that Jiang Shuo, under the guidance of the little monster Jiang Chengyu,
I have the same personality as him, with the spirit of self-discipline and self-improvement, and I have my own ideas and persistence.
With his son's persistence, Mu Xiaoji slowly leaned back on the pillow and gently closed his eyes. Although he was still uneasy in his heart, his son's company made him feel a rare sense of security.