The other side of the boundless sea of ​​kindness

Chapter 768 Brave Child

Recently, a news report has been trending on Kuncheng’s online world, with major platforms taking turns to report this breaking news in prominent positions.

It is reported that yesterday at noon, a jaw-dropping and fierce conflict took place in front of the famous luxury Grand Seasons Hotel in Kuncheng.

According to the recollections of many eyewitnesses at the scene, the protagonists of the incident were Mr. Teng Zijing, the influential young master of Fengteng International, and Mr. Jiang Chengyu, the helmsman of Zidong International Group.

At that time, the atmosphere was tense. For some unknown reason, the two of them had a fierce dispute over the ownership of a child. Neither of them gave in, and then they started fighting regardless of their status and the occasion.

The scene was in chaos, with both sides fighting back and forth, and the physical clashes revealed anger and impulse.

Just as the fight became more intense, Mr. Teng Zijing rushed to the intersection in the chaos. At this moment, a BMW was rushing towards him like a wild horse. The situation was extremely critical.

At the critical moment, a child rushed out with amazing courage and speed, trying to prevent the tragedy from happening.

However, the BMW was going too fast and the child could not avoid the collision, so he was hit hard and suffered serious injuries.

It was later confirmed that the child who bravely sacrificed his life was the famous young prince of the Song family in Zidong International - Song Jiangshuo.

This incident instantly caused an uproar in Kuncheng, attracting widespread attention and speculation from all walks of life.

What on earth could have caused these two prominent and influential figures in the business world to lower themselves so low as to disregard their image and engage in a brawl in public?

Are there more complex conflicts of interest or personal grudges hidden behind this? This series of questions lingers in everyone's mind.

At present, our reporters have conducted in-depth investigations and follow-up interviews on this incident, and will bring the latest and most detailed reports to the general public in the future. Please stay tuned.

The scene slowly shifted to the intensive care unit of Kuncheng First People's Hospital, which was filled with tension and solemnity.

Mu Xiaoji lay quietly on the hospital bed, his face as pale as paper, bloodless, as if covered by a layer of frost.

An oxygen cylinder was pressed against his face, and a transparent oxygen tube was winding around it, continuously delivering oxygen carrying the breath of life into his body.

The drops fell slowly and steadily along the transparent tube.

It seemed as if time had become heavy in this slow rhythm, flowing gently into Mu Xiaoji's body, maintaining his weak vital signs.

At this moment, he looked as if he was dead. If his chest was not still rising and falling rhythmically, others would really think that he had lost all signs of life.

On the other side of the bed, Jiang Chengyu looked exhausted and haggard, as if he was carrying a heavy burden. He hugged Jiang Shuo tightly, his eyes full of worry and heartache.

The sutured wound on Jiang Shuo's little head was wrapped in white gauze, like a winding white snake, winding around the little head, which was particularly eye-catching.

Various complicated instrument tubes, like dense vines, hung on Jiang Shuo's tender and young body.

It made a slight buzzing sound, as if telling of the little master's fragility and danger at the moment.

Jiang Chengyu stared at Jiang Shuo's sleeping face without blinking, his eyes tightly closed and his long eyelashes.

It trembled slightly like a butterfly's wings, as if it were suffering even in a dream. The scene in the operating room involuntarily emerged in his mind.

At that time, Mu Xiaoji looked at his son lying on the operating table, his face full of tension and fear.

The tension almost swallowed him up; his breathing became rapid and disordered, as if he was about to suffocate.

This made Jiang Chengyu feel helpless and heartbroken. He knew very well that Mu Xiaoji was suffering at the moment, but Jiang Shuo's condition could not be delayed.

Jiang Chengyu gently hugged Mu Xiaoji tightly in his arms, and said in a voice full of magnetism and gentle encouragement:

"Xiaoji, you have to believe in yourself. You have the ability. Let's take a deep breath together, okay?

"Get ready, Choubao can't wait much longer. You know, if the blood clot in his brain forms, the consequences will be disastrous."

Mu Xiaoji trembled slightly, his voice filled with a hint of fragility and helplessness: "I..." He sniffed subconsciously, tears welling up in his eyes, "What if... Jiang Shuo is gone, what should I... do in the future?"

Jiang Chengyu hugged him distressedly and comforted him, "No, Jiang Shuo will be fine.

You see, we've come this far just to save him. Come here, take it. I have faith in you, dear, come on!"

After saying that, Jiang Chengyu forcibly pulled Mu Xiaoji to the surgical instrument tray, picked up the scalpel that was flashing with cold light from the prepared and neatly arranged surgical instruments, and handed it to Mu Xiaoji.

Mu Xiaoji's hands were shaking violently, as if he was holding not a scalpel but a heavy burden.

He took a deep breath, trying to calm his panicked emotions, his chest heaving violently like the rough sea.

After a moment, Mu Xiaoji finally raised his head slowly, with a hint of determination in his eyes, and responded: "Little Monster, we..."

Then, as if he suddenly remembered something, he said apologetically, "I'm sorry, Mr. Jiang, I... I'm ready, let's get started!"

Although the voice was still trembling slightly, the determination contained in it was clearly audible.

At this moment, the atmosphere in the operating room was extremely tense, but Jiang Chengyu and Mu Xiaoji seemed to have really returned to the state of high tacit understanding they had when they first collaborated on a surgery.

Mu Xiaoji stared intently at the location of the blood clot on Jiang Shuo's skull, his eyes revealing immense concentration and professionalism.

While operating the equipment in his hands precisely, he explained each step to Jiang Chengyu and the assistants around him in an orderly manner using professional terms.

"The blood clot we are seeing now is located deep in the temporal lobe of the brain and has caused some compression to the surrounding nerve tissue."

Although Mu Xiaoji's voice trembled slightly due to nervousness, it was still clear and powerful.

He carefully picked up the micro scalpel, and his hands gradually stabilized under Jiang Chengyu's encouraging eyes.

The scalpel flashed coldly under the illumination of the shadowless lamp, as if it was also accumulating strength for this battle with death.

Mu Xiaoji's movements were skillful and precise. He gently cut open the tissue on the surface of the skull. Each cut was just right, showing the superb medical skills accumulated over the years.

"Pay attention to changes in blood pressure and heart rate." He instructed his assistant while operating.

Jiang Chengyu was closely monitoring the data from various instruments, while constantly encouraging Mu Xiaoji and passing on surgical tools.

"Xiao Ji, you're doing very well. Keep it up and keep the pace steady." Jiang Chengyu's voice was calm and firm, like a lighthouse in the darkness, guiding Mu Xiaoji.

Mu Xiaoji said bitterly in his heart, "Little Monster, is the Xiaoji you are talking about still the person you once protected with your life?"

While he was thinking about the bitter aftertaste in his heart, he did not forget his son's surgery. With the close cooperation of the two, Mu Xiaoji finally succeeded in finding the core of the blood clot.

He carefully removed the blood clot bit by bit, and every action was related to Jiang Shuo's life and death.

As the last trace of blood clot was removed, Mu Xiaoji breathed a sigh of relief, and said with a voice that was difficult to conceal the relief and fatigue:

"The operation was successful. The blood clot has been completely removed and the pressure on the surrounding nerve tissue has been relieved."

Jiang Chengyu smiled faintly and said, "I knew you could do it, Xiaoji. You've always been the best."

However, as soon as he finished speaking, Mu Xiaoji seemed to have used up all his strength and fell straight down.

Seeing this, the assistants on the side hurried forward to take over from Mu Xiaoji and began to suture the wound skillfully.

Jiang Chengyu hurriedly hugged Mu Xiaoji and shouted worriedly: "Xiaoji, Xiaoji..." His voice was full of anxiety and concern. You know, the person who fell down at this moment is the most important person in his life.

My thoughts slowly drifted back to the intensive care unit filled with the smell of disinfectant and a solemn atmosphere.

Jiang Chengyu sat quietly beside Jiang Shuo's bed, looking a little tired and lonely.

His gaze passed over Jiang Shuo's still young and sickly face, and turned gently but with a hint of worry to Mu Xiaoji who was still sleeping soundly on the other side.

At this moment, Jiang Chengyu felt as if a heavy burden was weighing on his heart. He felt mixed emotions, and all kinds of emotions were surging and intertwining in his heart like a surging tide.

Although Jiang Shuo went through a lot of hardships and successfully completed the operation to remove the blood clot in his brain, his condition after the operation was still not optimistic.

He is still in critical condition and is on the brink of life and death. Every weak breath tugs at his heart.

Mu Xiaoji, the lover who was also in trouble, not only endured the huge psychological pressure of operating on his son during the operation,

He also suffered from excessive concentration for a long time and excessive physical exertion, and eventually fell into a coma due to overwork and tension.

Jiang Chengyu was well aware of Mu Xiaoji's superb medical skills. In the past, he should have been able to handle such operations with ease.

However, the uncertainty of his son's life and death brought him great psychological trauma, as well as the deep self-blame and fear in his heart.

It was like a heavy haze weighing on him, nearly bringing him to the brink of collapse. This double blow caused Mu Xiaoji to be in danger on the operating table.

Jiang Chengyu fell into deep confusion and struggle. He didn't know how to move forward in the future. Faced with this difficult decision, his heart was in painful turmoil.

On the one hand, he looked at the unconscious Mu Xiaoji with pity, and a voice in his heart was calling out to continue to protect him.

Give him meticulous care and love, and accompany him through the wonderful life given by the years, just like the countless days of mutual support in the past.

After all, they have been relying on each other in their emotional world and have gone through many ups and downs together, and this feeling has long been deeply rooted.

On the other hand, he shoulders the heavy responsibility of Zidong International. As the core figure of the group, the company's operation and development require his full commitment. He must stick to his post and safeguard the future of Zidong International.

Perhaps, if he filled his life with busy work and the years passed slowly, his feelings towards Mu Xiaoji's same-sex marriage, which was full of pain and twists and turns, would gradually be diluted.

But, was this really the choice he wanted deep down? He fell into endless contemplation, his eyes revealing confusion and helplessness.

At the same time, at the door of the intensive care unit, the worried Teng Zijing and Deng Zhouyi were pacing back and forth anxiously.

Their eyes were fixed on the door of the operating room, as if they wanted to see what was happening inside through the door.

Unexpectedly, the first person to be pushed out was Mu Xiaoji, and the doctors hurriedly sent him to the intensive care unit.

Half an hour later, Jiang Shuo was slowly pushed out of the operating room. Jiang Chengyu accompanied Jiang Shuo throughout the entire process, guarding him the entire time.

Teng Zijing could only helplessly stand at the door of the intensive care unit, looking through the cold glass door.

Looking quietly at the brave child lying on the hospital bed and bearing the pain for him, his eyes were full of self-blame and heartache.