bookrebus Chapter 772 Recite by heart
Chapter 772 Recite by heart
The intensive care unit was as quiet as the deep sea. The only sound was the ticking of the instruments, which seemed to be the pulse of time, and could be heard clearly.
Mu Xiaoji stared straight at Jiang Chengyu, his eyes filled with complex emotions, including regret, helplessness, and deep attachment.
He knew in his heart that no matter how much he pleaded with tears in his eyes, the "little monster" who once had his heart and eyes full of him and took good care of him might never come back.
Jiang Chengyu has been accompanying Jiang Shuo in the intensive care unit for a day and a night. He sat quietly beside Jiang Shuo's bed, his expression focused and solemn.
Holding Jiang Shuo's right hand tightly with his left hand, he used the powerful skills accumulated from years of practice to
The strong and gentle internal force was quietly and silently flowing into Jiang Shuo's body along the hands of the two people.
Like a gurgling stream in spring, it slowly moistened Jiang Shuo's injured body and healed his pain.
Finally, Jiang Shuo, nourished by this profound energy, began to respond. His long, thick eyelashes fluttered slightly, like a butterfly flapping its wings, struggling to break free from the chaos.
As he regained consciousness, he slowly opened his eyes. The first thing that caught his eye was the haggard yet concerned face of his little dad, Jiang Chengyu.
Jiang Shuo couldn't help but call out softly: "Little Daddy..."
The sound was as faint as a gossamer in the wind, but to Jiang Chengyu, it seemed like the most beautiful sound in the world.
When Jiang Chengyu heard Jiang Shuo's weak voice, his originally closed eyes and tense face instantly revealed a smile as bright as the sun, and that smile was full of love and relief.
He quickly opened his eyes and asked softly with concern, "Are you awake, my dear? Do you still feel any pain?"
Jiang Shuo didn't say anything, but subconsciously stretched out his little hand and made a hug gesture, his eyes full of dependence.
Seeing this, Jiang Chengyu slowly stopped practicing, gently stood up, and held Jiang Shuo in his arms with a doting look on his face.
Then, he reached out and took the thermometer beside him. After taking a closer look, he carefully opened Jiang Shuo's collar and placed the thermometer under his armpit.
After doing all this, he gently stroked Jiang Shuo's little head and asked with concern: "Do you have a headache?"
Jiang Shuo smiled sweetly and said in a baby voice, "It won't hurt if Daddy hugs me!"
Mu Xiaoji watched his son wake up, and the excitement and relief in his heart were like a flood that could no longer be suppressed.
Tears quietly slid down his cheeks. They were tears of excitement, tears of relief, and tears of gratitude that his son had woken up safely.
Jiang Chengyu looked at Jiang Shuo in his arms, with a smile on his face mixed with a hint of anger as he said, "Silly child, do you know how precious you are?
Teng Zijing was hit, and there are professional doctors who can save him. But if something happens to you, what will happen to the entire Song family, and how much pain will your father have to endure?
Jiang Shuo smiled happily and said, "I know that with Little Daddy here, I'll be fine. It looks like Little Daddy performed the surgery on me personally, right?"
Jiang Chengyu responded without hesitation: "No, the surgeon is your father."
When Jiang Shuo heard this answer, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, and he couldn't help but blurt out: "Dad?" Jiang Chengyu nodded slightly, confirming the fact.
"You can't be so careless and risk your life to save others in the future. Do you know that after your father finished the operation on you, he had a mental breakdown and fainted in the operating room." Jiang Chengyu explained.
Jiang Shuo's eyes were filled with guilt and thought, and he couldn't help but continue asking: "Little Daddy, Daddy didn't recuperate well after returning home this time. Can you move back from Uncle Gu Ze's house?"
"Stinky baby...I..." Jiang Chengyu was speechless for a moment, not knowing how to explain this complicated situation to Jiang Shuo.
Jiang Shuo seemed to have opened up a chatterbox and continued, "Little Daddy, do you know? Daddy misses you so much every day!
When I went to Victoria this time, my father fell in love with the little white horse at first sight. He told me that you once had a white horse named Shengxue.
So he specifically told me to go find Grandpa Oli and buy the Holy Snow back, saying he wanted to give it to you."
When Jiang Chengyu heard this, a bitter smile appeared on his lips, and he said softly: "I know, Choubao has a good heart!"
"No, it's Dad who has good intentions! Little Daddy, do you know? Dad is so happy to see you carefully feeding Shengxue every day!
He said that from your attitude towards Shengxue, it can be seen that you still have feelings for him."
Mu Xiaoji listened to his son's words quietly, with mixed feelings in his heart.
He felt his son's earnest hope that they would reconcile, and that expectant look was like a soft sword, piercing straight into his heart.
Outside the intensive care unit, the atmosphere was extremely tense. Teng Zijing was filled with worry, and was concerned about Jiang Shuo's safety.
As Jiang Shuo had not come out of the ICU for a long time, he was determined not to leave the hospital.
Song Shijie was also worried about his grandson. His furrowed brows never relaxed, and his eyes were always fixed on the door of the intensive care unit, as if he could sense the situation inside.
Xiao Yue, as a mother, was even more restless and worried. She stood blankly at the door, peeking in through the glass door from time to time, her eyes full of worry and concern for her son.
Rong Shishan, as always, was loyal to his duties, like a silent guard, always on standby by Song Shijie's side in case of emergency.
At this time, Deng Zhouyi came back jogging, panting, with beads of sweat the size of beans on his forehead rolling down his cheeks and soaking his collar.
He saw Teng Zijing holding his head with a tired look on his face, his eyes tightly closed, as if he was resting and trying to relieve his inner anxiety.
Deng Zhouyi paused for a moment, adjusted his breathing, then took out a few bottles of water in his hands and quickly approached Song Shijie and Rong Shishan.
He forced a smile and said respectfully, "Boss Song, Assistant Rong, I ran over and bought some water. Please have a bottle of water, please!"
Rong Shishan reached out to take the water and nodded slightly in thanks: "Thank you!"
He knew Xiaoyue's mood at the moment and was even more anxious. So he took another bottle of water and turned to walk towards Xiaoyue at the door of the intensive care unit.
He gently advised, "Go sit down over there and rest for a while! You've been standing like this, and you'll be exhausted waiting for Jiang Shuo to come out!"
Xiao Yue shook his head slightly, and said with a hint of fatigue but determination, "Thank you, I'm fine. I just want to stay here and see my son come out as soon as possible."
Seeing this, Deng Zhouyi stopped forcing Xiao Yue and walked over to Teng Zijing, sitting beside him and whispering in his ear:
"Master Jing, there are quite a few reporters gathered outside, armed with cameras and long guns. It looks like they won't leave until they get some news.
I ordered this water from takeout, and the delivery guy had a hard time bringing it in. What do you think we should do?
Just as Deng Zhouyi finished speaking, the phone in Teng Zijing's pocket suddenly rang sharply, which seemed particularly abrupt in the quiet and depressing corridor outside the intensive care unit.
Teng Zijing quickly reached out and took out his cell phone to check, and the note "Grandpa" was clearly displayed on the screen.
He frowned slightly, hurriedly answered the phone, and tried to make his voice sound steady: "Hello, Grandpa!"
Grandpa's concerned and authoritative voice came from the other end of the phone: "Stinky boy, tell me the truth.
Are you hurt anywhere?" His tone was full of the elder's concern for the younger, yet he still maintained his usual firmness.
Teng Zijing felt a pang of guilt, and his tone was unconsciously mixed with deep shame: "No, Grandpa, I was saved by someone who sacrificed his life this time!"
"Where are you now?" Grandpa's voice suddenly became serious, and the seriousness in his voice seemed to be transmitted directly through the phone, which made people not underestimate him.
Teng Zijing replied honestly, "In the hospital, Grandpa."
"Didn't you say you were fine? Why are you still in the hospital?" Grandpa's tone was filled with confusion and a hint of blame.
"I'm fine, but the child who saved me is still in the intensive care unit for observation!
Grandpa, you didn't see what a lovely child he was, so sensible and brave. I can't just walk away like this without any conscience.
When I have the chance in the future, I will definitely bring him to you to meet him. If you meet him, you will also like him very much."
When Teng Zijing talked about Jiang Shuo, his eyes couldn't help but show fondness, as if Jiang Shuo's lovely appearance appeared in his mind at this moment.
When the grandfather on the other end of the phone heard this, he immediately became excited and urged in a bad mood: "If you like children so much, go and have one yourself!
I've been waiting eagerly for so many years! You're already old enough, it's time for you to think about your personal problems. Bringing me a great-grandson is the most important thing."
When Teng Zijing heard this, he suddenly became impatient, and his tone was helpless:
"Alas, there are a bunch of paparazzi outside the hospital now. Even if I want to go home, I can't get out even if I give birth to you!
I'm so annoyed. Let's not talk about these annoying things. Grandpa, you should have a good rest when you have time. Please don't keep nagging me all day long. I'm getting calluses on my ears."
"Humph, you asked someone to deal with the aftermath, what's going on? I'm warning you, if you dare to do anything wrong,
If you do anything that damages our family's reputation, don't blame me for being disrespectful and cruelly skinning you alive."
Grandpa warned sternly on the other end of the phone, and the unquestionable tone made Teng Zijing dare not slack off at all.
Teng Zijing quickly responded, "No, no, Grandpa, are you still worried about me?
I have always followed the rules and regulations. I can even recite the Party Constitution and disciplines I learned in the army by heart! Okay, Grandpa, I have something else to do here. I’m going to hang up now.”
After saying that, he hung up the phone with an angry and helpless look on his face, snorted softly, and put the phone back in his pocket, as if he was extremely annoyed by his grandfather's nagging.