nucmednet Chapter 437 A strange coincidence
Chapter 437 A strange coincidence
The cozy bedroom of Jinyang Villa was gently wrapped in the quiet night. Jiang Chengyu lay on the bed with his eyes closed, falling into a deep sleep, without the spirit he had when he was protecting Mu Xiaoji in the past.
His face was calm, yet also a little tired, as if all the running around and guarding in the past had settled into a deep tiredness at this moment, leaving him with no strength to wake up.
Beside him, Mu Xiaoji was in an equally bad state, because he had a fierce "gentleman's confrontation" with his son Jiang Shuo at midnight, and was thrown into the swimming pool by Jiang Shuo.
The freezing pool water instantly submerged him. He struggled desperately, filled with fear and despair, and almost drowned in the cold.
When he was rescued by Jiang Shuo and returned to the bedroom, his body began to have a high fever.
He was sleeping groggily, his brows furrowed, his thin body trembling from time to time, and his coughs echoing in the silent room, breaking the tranquility of the night.
Jiang Shuo was sleeping soundly in the next room, but his sensitive ears seemed to have caught some subtle signals and he was suddenly awakened from his sleep.
He slowly opened his eyes, still with a hint of sleepiness in them, and reached out to pick up the alarm clock beside his pillow. In the dim light, he saw that it was already past three in the morning.
His heart suddenly became uneasy, and that inexplicable feeling made it impossible for him to sleep peacefully.
As if possessed by a ghost, he got out of bed, put on his small slippers, and tiptoed to the door. He opened the bedroom door and walked gently to the next room.
Arriving at the door next door, Jiang Shuo first raised his little hand politely and knocked gently on the door.
Once, twice... There was no response for a long time, only Mu Xiaoji's heart-wrenching coughs could be heard clearly.
Jiang Shuo's heart tightened, and his chubby little hand slowly turned the doorknob and gently pushed open the door.
The dim light in the room made everything look shadowy. Jiang Shuo walked into the room, and what caught his eye was Mu Xiaoji's continuous and violent coughing.
He walked quickly to the big bed and climbed onto it. When he got close to Mu Xiaoji, he carefully stretched out his little hand and gently stroked Mu Xiaoji's forehead.
"It's so hot, he must be delirious from the fever!" Jiang Shuo couldn't help but mutter to himself, his voice full of worry.
Just then, he heard Mu Xiaoji begin to murmur: "Little Monster, I'm so cold, can you hold me tight? Does it snow here in the villa all year round?"
After whispering, Mu Xiaoji trembled all over and subconsciously shrank towards Jiang Chengyu, as if looking for a little warmth.
Jiang Shuo looked at Mu Xiaoji's distressed look and felt very distressed. He turned around and got off the big bed, walked quickly to the closet and opened the door.
He took out the medicine box, walked over to the bed and opened it. He opened the box skillfully, took out the syringe and antipyretic medicine, and carefully prepared it.
Every movement was made with great concentration, and his small face was full of professionalism and solemnity. After preparing the medicine, he picked up the cotton wool and walked to the big bed again.
Climbing onto the bed, he gently picked up Mu Xiaoji's arm and rolled up his sleeves, carefully disinfected the tendons and veins, and then skillfully inserted the syringe.
After slowly injecting the medicine, he picked up the cotton wool, gently pressed the needle hole, and slowly pulled out the syringe.
"Little daddy is really worried about you because of your weak body." He muttered softly, helped Mu Xiaoji put down his sleeves and got off the bed.
He rummaged through the medicine box and found a fever-reducing patch, climbed onto the bed again, and carefully put it on Mu Xiaoji's forehead.
Seeing Mu Xiaoji huddled tightly beside his little father Jiang Chengyu, Jiang Shuo felt heartbroken.
He sat cross-legged beside the bed, his small waist straight, his hands as if drawing the Bagua, slowly gathering his inner energy and circulating it throughout his body.
After a moment, he slowly pushed his right hand towards Mu Xiaoji's back, and a warm current flowed out from his palm and slowly injected into Mu Xiaoji's body.
Mu Xiaoji felt a warm current coming from his back, and instantly felt the warmth flowing through his veins. His originally violent coughing gradually became less, his breathing became steady, and his sleep became much more peaceful.
The corners of his mouth slightly raised, and he murmured happily: "Little monster, you are so nice."
After hearing this, Jiang Shuo muttered quietly: "Of course my little daddy is good, no need for you to praise him." After that, he slowly finished his work, covered Mu Xiaoji with the quilt, then turned around and walked out of the room.
He stood at the door, looking at the two people sleeping quietly, and gently closed the door, moving so gently that he was afraid of disturbing the tranquility.
After leaving the room, Jiang Shuo did not return to his bedroom. He walked to the gym alone, walked into the gym, approached the treadmill, skillfully adjusted the speed, and then started his morning run.
The treadmill track turned slowly, and Jiang Shuo's figure rose and fell rhythmically under the light. His eyes were firm, as if he was accumulating strength to protect his family through this simple exercise.
The sky gradually brightened, and the soft sunlight, like a golden veil, shone through the window and gently fell on the happy and sweet faces of Coleville and Youyou.
The two seemed to be gently awakened by the warm sunlight and slowly opened their eyes from their sleep.
Youyou lazily moved her body slightly, her butterfly-wing-like eyelashes blinking slightly, and her eyes were still hazy as if she had just woken up.
The first thing she saw was Coleville's fair face, with smooth and distinct lines, and under his high nose was a pair of thin lips that always had a gentle smile;
The entire handsome outline, like a carefully carved work of art, outlines his stunning face.
"Honey, did you sleep well last night?" Youyou's voice was as gentle as the spring breeze, with a hint of sweetness.
She leaned slightly to the side, gently propped up her head with her hands, and looked at Coleville with loving eyes.
The corners of Coleman's mouth turned up, revealing a warm smile that seemed to dispel all the haze in the world: "It's great. This is my first good dream in my motherland."
After saying that, he leaned forward slightly, and they kissed intimately, as if the whole world had become extremely gentle at this moment.
"Honey, I'll take you to visit Renxin Hospital later, okay?" Youyou's eyes were bright and flickering with anticipation. As she spoke, she reached out and gently touched Colewell's nose.
Coleweller raised his eyebrows, his eyes full of pampering. He reached out and gently pinched Youyou's nose and said, "I'll do whatever you say, baby." After that, the two kissed intimately again. This time, the sweet atmosphere seemed to fill the entire room.
Coleman stood up and walked towards the bathroom with his long legs. After a while, he heard the sound of running water and began to wash up.
Youyou let out a long sigh, slowly sat up, and looked around. Every corner of this familiar yet strange room was filled with her memories.
She had been away for five years, and those memories that had been buried by time seemed to be suddenly awakened by this familiar scene. A complex emotion flashed in her eyes.
She has nostalgia for the past and vision for the future, and at this moment, Coleville beside her is undoubtedly the warmest light in her future life.
In the early morning, the gym of Jinyang Villa was quiet. The sunlight shone through the huge French windows, scattering on various fitness equipment.
Jiang Shuo stood at the foot of the rock climbing wall, his small body full of strength. He had just finished a hearty rock climbing training, and his forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat, crystal clear, slowly sliding down his fair cheeks.
He untied the safety rope on his body with skillful movements. Every movement was quick and decisive, without any trace of immaturity or panic.
Then, he reached out and picked up the towel on the bench beside him, and gently wiped the sweat from his cheeks. He looked so serious, as if he was completing an extremely important ritual.
After wiping the sweat off his face, he casually hung the towel on the clothes hanger, turned around and walked out of the gym with brisk steps.
Jiang Shuo walked straight towards the kitchen. Along the way, he thought that Mu Xiaoji was still sleeping soundly. The corners of his mouth unconsciously rose, revealing a helpless smile.
When I walked into the kitchen, I saw Grandma Mu wearing an apron and busy preparing breakfast in front of the stove. The kitchen was filled with the aroma of food, warm and beautiful.
Jiang Shuo immediately said politely, "Good morning, grandma." His voice was crisp and loud, breaking the silence in the kitchen.
When Mu Huiying heard the voice, she turned around, a kind look immediately blossomed on her face, and she responded with a smile: "Choubao, are you done with your workout? Breakfast will be ready soon."
As she spoke, she turned back to look at what was cooking in the pot without stopping her hands.
Jiang Shuo smiled with his big watery eyes, like the clear water of a lake, and said caringly: "I'm not in a hurry. I'll come over to prepare liquid food for little daddy. I'm afraid he needs to sleep more today."
As he spoke, he walked to the cupboard and took out a clean bowl.
When Mu Huiying heard this, she looked puzzled. She stopped what she was doing and asked, "What's wrong with Dad? Was he too tired at school yesterday?"
Her eyes were full of worry. After all, in her heart, Mu Xiaoji had always been the child who needed to be cared for.
Jiang Shuo took the cutting board, picked up the carrot, carefully cut a few slices of carrot, and put them into a large bowl.
Although his knife skills were immature, he showed his seriousness. He then took out the millet and carefully scooped a little bit into the bowl with a small spoon.
While working methodically, he said, "He had a fever in the middle of the night. I gave him a dose of antipyretic injection. He should be sleeping soundly now!"
After hearing this, Mu Huiying widened her eyes in surprise and said quickly: "Really? I'll go see how he is now. If not, I'll call the hospital." As she said that, she was about to take off her apron and walked towards the kitchen door.
Seeing this, Jiang Shuo quickly put down the things in his hands, stepped forward to stop Mu Huiying, and comforted her: "Don't worry, grandma, believe me, he will be fine at noon after he wakes up!"
His eyes were full of confidence, and his determined look made people believe him.
After that, he turned around and poured the prepared complementary food into the blender. Mu Huiying looked at Jiang Shuo, feeling relieved, and no longer insisted.
Then she smiled and said, "Okay, grandma believes in Choubao." She hurried over to add water, then pressed the switch to start the blender working.
As the blender hummed, the warm atmosphere in the kitchen became more and more intense, and Jiang Shuo's caring protection of Mu Xiaoji seemed particularly touching in the morning light.