nucmednet Chapter 462 My poor mother
Chapter 462 My poor mother
The lobby of Renxin Hospital was bustling with people coming and going. Various sounds intertwined, including the soft groans of patients, the anxious inquiries of their family members, and the hurried footsteps of medical staff.
Cui Jiani walked into the hall in a hurry, with her arms folded across her chest, her eyes quickly scanning the crowd, her expression revealing a hint of fatigue and anxiety.
She raised her wrist to check her watch, then turned around and walked quickly towards the elevator. Stepping into the elevator, she pressed the button for the top floor. As the elevator door slowly closed, the noisy sound in the hall was isolated outside.
The elevator rose slowly, and the numbers on the display screen kept changing. Every jump seemed to be beating the rhythm of her anxious mood at the moment.
Soon, there was a crisp "ding" sound, and the elevator door slowly opened. Cui Jiani immediately ran towards Mu Xiaoji's office with big strides.
Arriving at the door of the office, she reached out and grasped the door handle, turning it gently. With a creak, the door was pushed open, and the scene inside the room came into view.
I saw Mu Xiaoji lying on the sofa with his arms on his forehead, looking extremely tired.
Cui Jiani's heart suddenly tightened. Without caring about anything else, she quickly walked to the sofa, knelt on one knee, and quickly took away Mu Xiaoji's arm that was resting on her forehead.
His voice was full of concern and anxiety: "Xiaoji, how are you? Are you feeling unwell?"
Mu Xiaoji slowly opened his tired eyes, his gaze fell on Cui Jiani, and asked, "Has the old man's body been taken away?"
Cui Jiani nodded first, but the nervous look still did not fade from her face, and her eyes were fixed on Mu Xiaoji.
Seeing this, Mu Xiaoji struggled to get up. Cui Jiani was quick to reach out and support him, helping him sit up straight.
Mu Xiaoji looked at Cui Jiani with a reassuring smile on his face, and said softly: "I'm fine, you don't have to be so nervous."
Cui Jiani then stood up and said considerately, "Let me pour you a glass of water!" Then she turned around and prepared to walk towards the water dispenser.
Mu Xiaoji hurriedly stopped her and said, "Jiani, stop busying yourself. Come over here and sit down for a while to rest. You've been running around all morning."
Cui Jiani stopped and turned around after hearing this. A gentle smile appeared on her face, and she responded with a warm heart: "With your kind words, I am happy no matter how busy I am."
Having said that, she still walked to the water dispenser, took a cup of hot water, turned and walked towards Mu Xiaoji, sat down gently beside him, and then reached out and handed the hot water to Mu Xiaoji.
Mu Xiaoji took the water cup, rolled his eyes at her, and said half-jokingly and half-seriously: "You just know how to tease me all day long. Can you pay more attention to your own business?"
Cui Jiani looked puzzled, pretending to be serious and asked, "What do I have to do?"
Mu Xiaoji took a sip of hot water, cleared his throat and said solemnly: "Find a good man to marry myself."
When Cui Jiani heard this, her eyes lit up instantly, the corners of her mouth slightly raised, with a hint of cunning, she moved closer to Mu Xiaoji and jokingly said: "You are single now, why don't we team up?"
This sudden remark caught Mu Xiaoji off guard. He choked on a mouthful of water and started coughing non-stop.
Upon seeing this, Cui Jiani hurriedly frantically grabbed a few tissues and helped him wipe the corners of his mouth while nervously patting his back to help him breathe.
Mu Xiaoji finally recovered and said with a gasp, "Get out of here. I need to change my clothes. The funeral home should be almost ready."
When Cui Jiani heard him say that, the smile on her face instantly disappeared, replaced by a look of displeasure. She muttered in a reproachful tone, "I thought that hypocritical habit had changed, but it turns out that it has always been there."
As he said this, he became so angry that he pushed Mu Xiaoji hard, then turned around and strode towards the door.
This push made the unsuspecting Mu Xiaoji lose his balance and fall into the sofa again. He could only helplessly watch Cui Jiani's departing back and shook his head secretly.
Just as Mu Xiaoji had just sat up straight, still immersed in the afterglow of his conversation with Cui Jiani, an abrupt and sharp telephone ring suddenly rang out, sounding particularly harsh in this quiet office.
Mu Xiaoji frowned subconsciously and his eyes quickly swept towards the source of the sound, the mobile phone lying quietly on the coffee table.
He reached out for his phone and saw the words "Director Ren" flashing on the screen. His heart tightened and he muttered to himself, "It must be Jiang Hao's approval!"
He took a deep breath, tried to calm himself down, quickly adjusted his state, pressed the answer button, and said in a voice as calm and polite as possible: "Hello, Director Ren, hello."
Director Ren's voice came from the other end of the phone. His tone was particularly solemn, and every word seemed to be deliberately emphasized:
"Jiang Hao has been approved to handle his mother's funeral arrangements. Where is the funeral home? Send me the location so we can make relevant arrangements."
These brief words stirred up waves in Mu Xiaoji's heart. Jiang Hao's affairs had always been on his mind, and it was undoubtedly a blessing for him to be able to fulfill his filial duty as a son at such a special moment.
Mu Xiaoji responded decisively and firmly without any hesitation: "Okay, Director Ren, I'll send you the location right away."
As soon as he finished speaking, he quickly hung up the phone, and his slender and flexible fingers began a series of skillful operations on the phone screen.
His eyes were focused and serious. After a while, the location information of the funeral home was quickly transmitted to Director Ren's mobile phone through the Internet.
Mu Xiaoji put down his phone, stood up and walked quickly into the bedroom, quickly took off his coat, picked up the black suit on the bed, and began to change.
In front of the funeral home, the gloomy sky was like a heavy lead plate, making it hard to breathe.
Cui Jiani and Mu Xiaoji were wearing neat black suits, and the solemn attire seemed to reflect their mood at the moment.
The two men walked steadily and after getting out of the car, they went straight into the funeral home, each step they took was firm and powerful.
In just one morning, the funeral hall had been decorated in an elegant manner. As soon as you step into the funeral hall, you will be overwhelmed by a solemn and dignified atmosphere.
The white and black curtains around the room hung low and swayed gently, as if telling of endless sorrow. The wreaths were neatly arranged, and the elegant fragrance of the flowers intertwined with the solemn atmosphere.
The two men walked straight towards the coffin and saw the old man lying there quietly, his face pale and rosy.
Under the skillful hands of the makeup artist, the old man seemed to be just sleeping quietly, with a face so kind and peaceful that it made people feel comforted.
Boss Chai had been keeping an eye on Mu Xiaoji and Cui Jiani's movements. When he saw them approaching the coffin, he quickly followed them in, with a questioning look on his face, and asked respectfully, "Boss Mu, are you satisfied with it?"
Mu Xiaoji's gaze lingered on the old man's remains for a moment, and he nodded slightly, with a hint of approval in his tone: "Very good, I won't treat you unfairly."
"Thank you, Mr. Mu. I'm glad you're satisfied." Boss Chai responded modestly with a smile on his face.
Mu Xiaoji's expression straightened up, and he ordered solemnly: "Send away the irrelevant personnel as soon as possible. The old man's son will be here soon."
When Boss Chai heard this, he instantly showed a confused expression on his face. After hesitating for a while, he still said, "We still need an emcee here. The staff has been dismissed. What should we do with these matters later?"
Mu Xiaoji frowned slightly, thought for a moment and said, "Try to avoid it!"
Although Boss Chai was full of doubts, he still nodded, turned around and left the mourning hall to arrange related matters.
At this moment, a sharp siren sounded from far away, whistling in. A group of police officers stood tall and quickly stood guard at the entrance of the funeral home and around the mourning hall. They looked serious and moved in unison.
When Boss Chai saw this scene, he was so shocked that he couldn't close his mouth. His face was full of surprise. Beads of sweat the size of beans rolled down his forehead in an instant, and his back was also soaked with sweat.
He was full of doubts, but it was too late to ask Mr. Mu what was going on. He could only hurriedly take the staff of the funeral home to the inner room, feeling very nervous and uneasy.
Immediately afterwards, a police car stopped steadily, the door opened, and Jiao Yufeng and Ning Haitao got out of the car, one on the left and one on the right, taking Jiang Hao with them.
Jiang Hao's eyes were filled with endless sadness and anxiety. As soon as his feet touched the ground, he walked straight towards the mourning hall.
His steps were hurried and staggering, as if he was being pulled by an invisible force.
Jiang Hao walked into the mourning hall and saw a large black-and-white photo on the front. His mother's face came into view, and the familiar look seemed still as vivid as before.
In an instant, his tears flowed uncontrollably like a flood.
Then, a heart-wrenching cry burst out from the depths of his throat. The sound seemed to contain endless sorrow, shaking the hearts of everyone present:
"Mom...Mom..." The cry echoed in the mourning hall for a long time. Jiang Hao's body softened and he knelt heavily on the ground with a plop.
He supported himself on the ground with his hands and crawled into the coffin, shouting: "Mom... my poor mother! I am an unfilial son and I am back late!" His heartbroken look was moving.
Cui Jiani and Mu Xiaoji squatted side by side beside the altar. The flickering candlelight on the altar illuminated their solemn faces.
In the brazier, the paper money curled and turned black in the blazing flames, and then turned into ashes, just like the disappearance of life, silent but shocking.
Cui Jiani was wearing sunglasses, but beneath the lenses, her eyes were already misty and tears were welling up in her eye sockets, blurring the scene before her.
She mechanically threw pieces of paper money into the brazier, her movements slow and heavy. Every piece she threw seemed to carry a deep remembrance of the deceased.
Mu Xiaoji's expression was equally sad. He stared at the burning paper money, his eyes full of sadness and emotion.
In this depressing atmosphere, time seemed to stand still. Only the crackling sound of burning paper money in the brazier broke the silence from time to time.
Suddenly, Jiang Hao's hysterical roar was like a sledgehammer, hitting their hearts hard.
This cry filled with endless grief instantly broke through the emotional defenses that Cui Jiani and Mu Xiaoji tried so hard to maintain, and the two could no longer hold back their tears, which burst out.
Cui Jiani's shoulders trembled slightly, and tears slid down her cheeks and dripped onto the cold ground.
Mu Xiaoji watched Jiang Hao crawling towards his mother's coffin using his hands and feet. His embarrassed and grief-stricken appearance made his heart ache.
He slowly stood up, walked with heavy steps behind Jiang Hao, and stood there quietly.
At this moment, thousands of words seemed pale and powerless. He could only try to give Jiang Hao even a little comfort by silently accompanying him.