nucmednet Chapter 383 But You Are Also My Son
Chapter 383 But You Are Also My Son
Inside Jinyang Villa, warm lights flow gently like soft water waves, illuminating every corner of the room.
On the dining table, the carefully prepared food was emitting an enticing aroma. Mu Huiying was busy between the kitchen and the dining room for a long time and finally prepared dinner.
With a kind smile on her face, she raised her voice and shouted, "Old Guo, stop reading the newspaper, go wash your hands and come over to eat."
Dean Guo was immersed in the world of newspapers. When he heard Mu Huiying's voice, he looked up and saw her shuttling between the kitchen and the dining room, busy and hardworking.
He quickly put down the newspaper in his hand, got up from the soft sofa in the living room, and walked quickly towards the dining room.
He came to the kitchen and skillfully brought the dishes to the table, muttering, "Oh, I get to eat all the delicious food I make for Choubao every day!"
After placing the dishes, Dean Guo looked around and didn't see Chou Bao. He couldn't help but frowned slightly and muttered, "Hey, why hasn't Chou Bao come down today?"
Mu Huiying smiled, her eyes full of doting: "You eat first, I'll go see him."
With that, she turned and walked to the kitchen sink, turned on the faucet, rinsed her hands carefully, and then wiped them hastily on a towel.
He walked out of the kitchen and said to Dean Guo, "Old Guo, please scoop out a bowl of soup for the children so they won't be too hot when they drink it later."
Dean Guo nodded quickly and said, "Okay."
Mu Huiying walked up the stairs with brisk steps and came to Choubao's bedroom.
She gently pushed open the door, and a faint scent of ink wafted to her face. She saw pens, ink and paperweights on the ground, but no sign of Choubao.
Mu Huiying showed a gratified smile on her face and said to herself: "Choubao is self-disciplined. He writes big characters every day. He should be watching Yuer next door now!" She closed the door gently and turned to walk towards the master bedroom.
Mu Huiying came to the door of the master bedroom, reached out and gently pushed the door open. The room was quiet. Only Yu'er was lying on the bed, still sleeping with even breathing.
A hint of doubt flashed across Mu Huiying's eyes. She glanced around the room and made sure that she didn't see Choubao. Then she turned around and went downstairs in a hurry, walking quickly towards the gym.
When they arrived at the gym entrance, Mu Huiying stretched out her hand to open the door and shouted with a smile on her face, "Choubao, it's time to eat. Grandma made your favorite cola chicken wings."
The door slowly opened, and what came into view was Mu Xiaoji lying on a fitness mat, lifting a barbell to train his arm strength, with beads of sweat rolling down his forehead.
When Mu Xiaoji heard the voice, she quickly put down the barbell, sat up and said, "Mom, Jiang Shuo is not here. He should be writing in the bedroom!"
Mu Huiying frowned slightly and responded, "I went there. Neither his bedroom nor your bedroom is there."
Mu Xiaoji wiped his sweat with a towel and said, "He has nowhere to go here. I'll go back to the bedroom and check."
After saying this, Mu Xiaoji walked towards the master bedroom upstairs, came to his bedroom, opened the door, and saw a piece of large words floating on the ground.
He walked gently to the bedside, bent down to pick up the big words, looked at them carefully, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly, revealing a gratified smile.
Looking at the freehand characters, he was filled with pride. He rolled up the characters, walked to a large vat that looked like a flower pot, and gently placed the characters inside.
The jar is already filled with the calligraphy that Choubao handed in every day, and each one carries Choubao's efforts and growth.
Mu Xiaoji walked calmly to the bedside, reached out and gently lifted the quilt, only to see a small body curled up in the arms of the little monster, sleeping soundly.
Mu Xiaoji's eyes softened instantly, and he whispered, "Jiang Shuo, grandma's ready for dinner, wake up and eat!"
Choubao didn't respond and was still immersed in his sleep. Mu Xiaoji sat down on the bed helplessly and reached out to pull him, only then did he realize that Jiang Chengyu's white shirt was wet.
Mu Xiaoji's heart couldn't help but tighten, as if something was grabbing him. He sighed softly and continued to call gently: "Jiang Shuo, wake up and eat." But Choubao still didn't move.
Mu Xiaoji was very confused. In the past, Choubao was very alert and would react as sharply as a little cheetah to the slightest movement. What happened today?
Out of his professional instinct as a doctor, Mu Xiaoji reached out and touched Chou Bao's forehead. His expression changed slightly as he touched it: "He has a fever.?"
He quickly stood up, walked quickly to the closet, opened it, quickly took out a medicine box, then quickly returned to the bed and sat down, opened the medicine box skillfully, took out the thermometer, and carefully put it under Choubao's armpit.
Five minutes later, Mu Xiaoji gently took out the thermometer and looked carefully. The temperature was 38.9 degrees.
Without having time to think, he immediately searched for the fever-reducing patch in the medicine box. After finding it, he quickly opened the package, reached out his hand, gently straightened Choubao's forehead, and placed the fever-reducing patch on it firmly.
After applying the antipyretic patch, Mu Xiaoji's gaze fell on Choubao's face, and he discovered that there was a small scratch on his tender cheek and his little face was a little red and swollen.
A trace of heartache and anger flashed in Mu Xiaoji's eyes. He whispered softly, "What is this? Is he being bullied?"
Mu Xiaoji suppressed his emotions, took out a syringe from the medicine box, and quickly prepared the medicine.
He looked at the sleeping Choubao, his eyes full of heartache, and whispered softly: "Choubao, what happened to you at school today?"
As he spoke, he gently took off Choubao's pants, and with a slightly trembling hand holding the syringe, he slowly inserted the needle into Choubao's butt.
"Wow!" Choubao was pricked by the needle and woke up suddenly. He struggled and cried in a daze: "Little Daddy, I don't want the injection. The injection hurts."
Mu Xiaoji quickly used his other hand to press hard on the confused Chou Bao, and whispered to comfort him: "Be good, Chou Bao, it won't hurt when Daddy gives you the injection. It will be fine soon, it will be fine soon."
When Choubao heard a gentle voice soothing him, he gradually stopped struggling and said in a baby voice, "Little Daddy, I knew you loved Choubao the most! You finally woke up."
As he spoke, he hugged Jiang Chengyu's waist tightly with his small hands, hanging on him like a koala, and muttered: "Little daddy, can you tell me a story? I haven't heard you tell me a story for a long time, little daddy..."
Mu Xiaoji looked at Chou Bao's appearance, feeling mixed emotions, including heartache, worry, and a touch of emotion. He gently touched Chou Bao's head and soothed him tenderly: "Chou Bao, have a good sleep, you will be better tomorrow."
In the quiet master bedroom, the soft wall lamp emits a warm glow, outlining a circle of warm yellow in the house.
Mu Xiaoji sat by the bed, his eyes full of tenderness and concern. He reached out and gently pulled up the quilt, carefully covering the choubao, and delicately tucked the corner of the quilt at the child's side, fully demonstrating the generosity of a father's love.
Beside the bed, Jiang Chengyu remained lying on his side, with one arm naturally resting on Choubao's body, as if he was unconsciously protecting him.
The two people's breathing intertwined, even and peaceful, as if the world at this moment belonged only to them.
Mu Xiaoji looked at the two, one big and one small; their faces looked particularly peaceful under the light.
However, thinking of the wound on Choubao's cheek, Mu Xiaoji's eyes flashed with worry: "What on earth did he go through?"
He stood up slowly, took a last lingering look at the two people sleeping on the bed, turned around and walked towards the door with steady steps.
He reached out and gently turned the doorknob. As the door slowly opened with a creak, he walked out sideways. Then he carefully closed the door until the doorknob clicked back into place. Then he walked along the corridor towards the stairs.
In the restaurant on the first floor, bright chandeliers cast warm light, illuminating the exquisite dishes on the dining table; the steaming hot air slowly rises, and the aroma of the food fills the entire restaurant.
Mu Huiying sat at the dining table, but her eyes never left the door. Her face was full of anxiety and expectation, and her brows were slightly furrowed, forming a shallow groove.
Finally, she saw Mu Xiaoji approaching. Mu Huiying stood up immediately, and the chair squeaked as it rubbed against the ground.
"Where is Choubao? Is he not in the room?" There was obvious anxiety in Mu Huiying's voice. Her hands were unconsciously clasped in front of her, trembling slightly.
Mu Xiaoji walked up to his mother, sighed slightly, and looked very solemn. He gently held his mother's shoulders, trying to give her some comfort.
She responded softly: "He fell asleep in the arms of the little monster! He has a fever, and I just treated him. Don't worry, mom." Mu Xiaoji tried to keep his tone steady, not wanting his mother Uncle Guo and the others to worry.
Dean Guo, who had been sitting at the head seat at the dining table, was holding a bowl of hot soup and was about to take a sip.
Hearing Mu Xiaoji's words, he stopped moving abruptly, the soup spoon in his hand suspended in mid-air, with a drop of water hanging at the bottom of the spoon, shaking slightly.
He slowly put down the small bowl, and the ceramic bowl collided with the wooden table, making a dull "bang" sound.
“When he came out of school, he was full of life, but in just a moment..." Dean Guo's eyes were filled with surprise and confusion, and his brows were tightly twisted into the shape of a "川" character.
Mu Xiaoji pulled out a chair and sat down slowly, leaning forward slightly and folding his hands on the table.
"He's just a kid, full of energy, what can you tell? He looks like he won't wake up until tomorrow, let's eat first!"
Mu Xiaoji picked up the chopsticks, casually picked up the dishes around him from the plate, put them into his mouth elegantly, and chewed them slowly.
The next morning, soft light quietly fell into the house through the cracks in the window. Choubao woke up slowly in this warm atmosphere.
While he was half asleep, he first felt a familiar and reassuring aura surrounding him. When he was fully awake, he was surprised to find himself in the arms of his little daddy Jiang Chengyu.
In an instant, Choubao's eyes widened with disbelief, and he thought that Jiang Chengyu had woken up.
The excitement instantly flooded like a broken dam. Without thinking, he suddenly stood up and pressed Jiang Chengyu under him like a tiger pouncing on its prey.
She couldn't stop shouting happily: "Little Daddy, Little Daddy, are you awake? Are you awake?"
The voice was filled with endless anticipation and joy, as if the whole world was shining again because of this discovery.
At that time, Mu Xiaoji was sitting quietly beside the bed, leaning against the back of a chair, dozing off. His head was slightly lowered, swaying gently with his breathing.
Suddenly, Chou Bao's loud shouting was like a thunder, instantly waking him up from his light sleep. Mu Xiaoji was startled, opened his eyes suddenly, and looked in the direction of the sound, just in time to see Chou Bao lying on Jiang Chengyu with a happy face.
Chou Bao's originally bright smile froze instantly when he met Jiang Chengyu's still calm and unperturbed face.
A trace of confusion first flashed across his eyes, and then endless loss and despair overwhelmed him like a tide.
He finally woke up from his dream and realized that he was just happy for nothing. His eyes instantly turned red, and tears flowed from his watery eyes like beads that had broken off the string.
Seeing this, Mu Xiaoji was filled with worry and concern. He asked softly, "Were you bullied at school yesterday?"
Chou Bao, who was immersed in sadness, suddenly heard Mu Xiaoji's voice behind him. He was so scared that he trembled all over, lost his balance in an instant, and fell down beside Jiang Chengyu.
Choubao turned his head in panic and looked at Mu Xiaoji, as if he was afraid that others would see through his inner fragility. He hurriedly raised his little hand and wiped the tears from his face.
Then, he turned his back to Mu Xiaoji stubbornly and pretended to be calm and responded, "No." The voice trembled slightly, and there was a hint of sob that was hard to conceal.
Mu Xiaoji continued to ask with concern without disguising: "What happened to your face?"
When Choubao heard this, the emotions that he had been trying so hard to control suddenly loosened a little, his muscles twitched slightly uncontrollably, and he couldn't help sobbing for a while, then he gritted his teeth and said, "I scratched myself accidentally."
After saying this, he closed his eyes tightly, trying to hold back more tears. His small body trembled slightly, as if he was fighting against the whole world.
Mu Xiaoji said distressedly: "Jiang Shuo, you don't have to pretend to be so strong in front of me; you are just a child. You are little daddy's stinky baby, but you are also my son."