nucmednet Chapter 358 My name is Jiang Shuo
Chapter 358 My name is Jiang Shuo
In the quiet corridor of Kuncheng Central Hospital, the bright white lights are as bright as day, and every inch of light is stretched out.
In the ward, the tense atmosphere was like a thick layer of haze, making it hard to breathe.
Mu Xiaoji stood quietly beside the bed, his eyes fixed on the sleeping little monster, and memories of the past came flooding back like a tide.
He thought of the times he had spent in love with the little beast, those beautiful and warm moments, and self-blame and guilt spread in his heart like vines.
At this moment, a childish and clear voice broke the suffocating silence. "Stop crying wolf here, you fake gorilla! Get out of here, you are not welcome here." Chou Bao glared at Mu Xiaoji angrily, his eyes full of resentment and coldness.
Rong Shishan quickly stepped forward and advised: "Stinky boy, you can't talk to your dad like that, it's so rude."
But Chou Bao sneered and said, "Politeness? I'm afraid that's something he needs to learn more!" He looked at Mu Xiaoji unkindly and stretched out his chubby little hand.
Mu Xiaoji looked at his son's stubborn appearance, feeling mixed emotions. He took a deep breath, trying to calm his inner waves, and said softly: "Stinky treasure..."
Before he could finish his words, Chou Bao interrupted him fiercely: "Shut up, did you call me Chou Bao?"
Chou Bao continued mercilessly: "Sir, it's very late now, don't you know? It's very rude to disturb others' rest. Shouldn't you leave?"
Mu Xiaoji's mind flashed with the image of Choubao in the living room, with a childish, lively and cute face; now he was like a little hedgehog, with its sharp edge exposed, leaving him no room to speak; he was full of hostility towards him, without a trace of respect.
Mu Xiaoji's voice was trembling with a hint of pleading: "I'm sorry, Choubao, can you let me stay and accompany my little daddy?"
At this moment, Choubao was like a loyal little guard, with a firm look in his eyes, staring closely at Mu Xiaoji, protecting the safety of the little monster.
He slowly stood up from Jiang Chengyu's arms. His small body seemed to contain endless strength as he stood firm in his position.
"I won't let anyone who endangers little daddy's life stay with him. Are you leaving or not? I won't be polite to you." There was an unquestionable determination in Choubao's childish voice.
Rong Shishan looked at the father and son who were confronting each other and hurried forward to comfort Choubao.
He gently stroked Choubao's head and said, "Choubao, your father and Little Daddy have a very deep relationship. He won't hurt Little Daddy."
Mu Xiaoji said sincerely with deep regret, "I'm sorry, Choubao, it was Daddy who was blinded by his own ignorance and misunderstood Little Daddy. You made me..."
But Choubao interrupted him decisively, and the childish voice sounded again, like an unquestionable order: "My name is Jiang Shuo, and I am just Little Daddy's Choubao. I'll say it again, are you going or not?"
When Mu Xiaoji heard Chou Bao introduce himself, the name "Jiang Shuo" made him frown slightly. He really didn't expect that a three-year-old child could be so opinionated.
He looked at the tiny person in front of him in shock, deeply doubting that there was a mature soul hidden in his body.
Seeing that Mu Xiaoji was speechless, Rong Shishan hurriedly said to Chou Bao, "Chou Bao, do you know? We haven't registered you yet because we're waiting for Dad to come back and give you a name. You can't just take someone else's surname."
When Mu Xiaoji heard Rong Shishan's words, his heart was shocked and he looked at Rong Shishan in surprise.
He had never expected that Choubao had not yet been registered and had no real name. Thinking of this, he felt an indescribable sense of guilt.
He understood that this was not only Jiang Chengyu's respect for him, but also his parents' deep affection for him.
Mu Xiaoji looked at the stubborn Chou Bao in front of him and compromised helplessly: "Okay, you will be called Jiang Shuo from now on.
Little daddy must have taught you the principle of forgiving others when you can. Now that I know I was wrong, please give me a chance to make it up to little daddy.
You know I'm a doctor, let me take a look at his injuries so that we don't miss the best time for treatment." Mu Xiaoji said as he approached the bed carefully.
Unexpectedly, Choubao was extremely alert, and at some point, a force had gathered in his chubby little hands.
He just waved his little hand, and the big bag of food that Rong Shishan bought for Chou Bao flew towards Mu Xiaoji.
Mu Xiaoji was caught off guard and fell to the ground with a bang. Tomato juice flowed down his cheeks and soaked his shoulders. He looked very embarrassed.
Mu Xiaoji sat on the ground but laughed instead of getting angry. He saw the result of Little Devil's years of teaching children from Choubao's series of actions. He couldn't help but sigh in his heart that this child was really a promising young man.
Seeing this, Rong Shishan hurried to Mu Xiaoji, helped him up and comforted him, "Xiaoji, don't be angry, or you should go back first! Choubao is still young, and when he wakes up, I will make him apologize to you."
Mu Xiaoji smiled and said, "No need."
Mu Xiaoji stood up and looked at Chou Bao, his eyes full of admiration and appreciation. He took out a handkerchief from his trouser pocket, wiped the tomato juice off his cheeks and shoulders, and turned around and left the ward under the escort of Rong Shishan.
Along the way, Chou Bao's vigilant eyes and stubborn appearance kept appearing in his mind, and he felt proud. He knew that if he wanted to get Chou Bao's recognition, he would need to work harder.
Choubao stood on the hospital bed, watching Mu Xiaoji's departing back. Although he was still full of dissatisfaction with him, he was also vaguely hesitant.
He didn't know if what he had just done was right, he just instinctively wanted to protect his little daddy.
With Mu Xiaoji's departure, the ward became quiet, leaving Choubao alone standing beside Jiang Chengyu, looking at his sleeping little father, lost in thought.
Choubao pouted his little mouth, slowly lay in Jiang Chengyu's arms, and whispered softly: "Little daddy, Choubao beat dad away, you can sleep peacefully!"
His heart was beating fast and he was thinking silently: "What will my little daddy say when he wakes up? Did I really do something wrong?"
Xiang Xiaowu saw from afar that Rong Shishan was helping Mu Xiaoji walk out of the hospital building. Mu Xiaoji looked disheveled and his body was covered in stains.
He was startled and hurried over to open the car door, and asked with concern: "Master, how did you do this?"
Rong Shishan frowned and shouted coldly, "Go drive your car." His voice was filled with unquestionable majesty.
Xiang Xiaowu was startled and quickly responded, "Okay." He turned around and jogged, quickly sat in the driver's seat and started the car.
Rong Shishan helped Mu Xiaoji to the car, and while helping Mu Xiaoji get in the car, he comforted her, "Go back and have a rest early. Choubao is still young, don't take it to heart. You know, President Song must have put a lot of thought into getting along with you."
After hearing this, Mu Xiaoji frowned and said impatiently, "Hey, stop talking about things that are not related to the topic. Go back and take good care of Chou Bao. If anything happens, you are the only one to blame."
Rong Shishan looked at Mu Xiaoji. Although he said harsh words, he could not hide the concern in his eyes.
He knew in his heart that Mu Xiaoji actually cared about this child from the bottom of his heart. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but feel a warm feeling in his heart.
He closed the car door gently and gestured goodbye to Mu Xiaoji who was in the car.
Xiang Xiaowu stepped on the accelerator quickly, and the car slowly drove out of the hospital parking lot and merged into the bustling traffic.
Mu Xiaoji leaned back in his seat, looking out the window, his eyes revealing his thoughts about the future.
He recalled the confrontation with Choubao in the ward just now, and his heart felt as sweet as honey, but also as bitter as coptis chinensis.
Seeing that he was embarrassed by Chou Bao, he could still feel Chou Bao's unwillingness to admit defeat, which made him feel relieved and a little respectful. He couldn't help but chuckle, "This is probably the indomitable spirit of the little monster!"
The car slowly drove into the Goldsmith Bay Villa. The security guard saw the car from a distance and hurried over to open the door. Mu Xiaoji got out of the car steadily and walked straight to the living room.
Xiang Xiaowu opened the car behind him skillfully and drove towards the garage.
Mu Huiying and Dean Guo were at a loss in the living room. When they heard familiar footsteps, they subconsciously stood up and looked towards the door.
Mu Xiaoji was seen in a disheveled state, with messy hair and stains on his clothes. He looked a little downcast.
Mu Huiying's heart tightened immediately, and she hurried forward and asked anxiously: "Xiao Ji, how did you do this?"
Dean Guo was also surprised and asked in confusion: "This...isn't he following the security guards? How did it become like this?"
Mu Xiaoji looked at his worried mother and Uncle Guo, with a relieved smile on his face, and comforted them: "Mom, Uncle Guo, don't worry, I will go back to the bedroom and take a shower.
Hehe, this little guy, Choubao, was like a loyal little guard protecting the little monster and not letting me get close to him, which is why I ended up like this. By the way, where are my parents?"
Dean Guo frowned slightly and said helplessly, "The hotel is full of guests, and the old lady is not going to be the birthday girl. Your parents have to go over to deal with it."
Mu Huiying looked at Mu Xiaoji and couldn't help but complain, "Go wash up quickly, you are such a bother."
Mu Xiaoji smiled and nodded, saying, "Mom, Uncle Guo, you guys should go back to your room and rest! I'll go upstairs."
After saying that, he turned around and walked to the coffee table, reaching out to pick up the heavy suicide note. The suicide note seemed to weigh a thousand pounds, and he held it tightly, as if he was holding the most important thing in his life. Then, he slowly walked towards the bedroom upstairs.
Mu Huiying looked at her son's refreshed back and sighed softly, her eyes full of helplessness and worry.