bookrebus Chapter 699 This is a brain burn
Chapter 699 This is a brain burn
In the quiet and spacious VIP ward of Kuncheng Central Hospital, soft lighting is like a layer of gauze, gently enveloping the entire space.
Coleman was reclining on the soft sofa, already deep in sleep. His even breathing could be heard clearly in the quiet environment.
Mu Xiaoji's eyelids trembled slightly like two soft feathers, and then he slowly opened his eyes.
His eyes were a little blurry. He looked around blankly at first, and gradually realized that he was in a ward.
Just when Mu Xiaoji was full of doubts and didn't know what was going on, the door of the ward was gently pushed open with a slight "creaking" sound.
Jiang Shuo walked in with brisk but cautious steps, holding a plate of brightly colored and richly varied fruits steadily in his hands.
Jiang Shuo tiptoed to the bedside table and gently put down the fruit plate, fearing that the noise would disturb Mu Xiaoji who had just woken up.
Mu Xiaoji frowned slightly and asked softly, "Jiang Shuo, why am I in the hospital?"
Jiang Shuo tilted his head slightly, a helpless look on his face, and said angrily, "Is your brain confused? You don't remember anything? You suddenly had a high fever this morning and fell into a coma."
"I have a fever?" Mu Xiaoji's face was full of disbelief, and his tone was full of surprise, as if he had no recollection of being sick.
Jiang Shuo looked at Mu Xiaoji's cheeks, which were extremely red and swollen, and asked with concern: "Your cheeks are very red and swollen. Do you want me to help you with the exercises to dissolve the blood stasis and reduce the swelling?"
"Okay." Mu Xiaoji answered concisely. At this moment, he was also eager to relieve the discomfort in his cheek.
Upon hearing this, Jiang Shuo climbed onto the large and soft hospital bed. His chubby little hand gently fell on Mu Xiaoji's cheek, like a soft cloud.
Then, slowly, a warm and gentle current spread out from the palm of Jiang Shuo's hand, like a trickle of water in spring, silently seeping into Mu Xiaoji's skin.
Mu Xiaoji instantly felt a sense of comfort on his swollen cheeks. His originally tense muscles seemed to have received some magical soothing and gradually relaxed.
"Thank you, Jiang Shuo." Mu Xiaoji said gratefully.
Jiang Shuo looked at Mu Xiaoji, hesitated for a moment, and finally said, "Little Daddy is... in the ward in front. Grandpa and grandma came to see him, and when they learned that you were here too, they came to see you.
I think it would be very embarrassing if your grandparents saw you like this.
So they lied and said your immunity was low after surgery and that family members would need to disinfect the area to visit, which would be very troublesome. That’s how they stopped them.”
After hearing this, Mu Xiaoji subconsciously touched his face and asked softly, "What happened to little daddy? Why is he in the hospital?"
Jiang Shuo replied solemnly, "Someone was causing trouble at the construction site, and Daddy accidentally fell from the building while inspecting."
"What?" When Mu Xiaoji heard this, a trace of fear and worry flashed across his face. He suddenly threw back the quilt and prepared to get out of bed eagerly.
"Jiang Shuo, where is my prosthesis?" His voice trembled slightly with anxiety.
Jiang Shuo quickly jumped off the hospital bed, walked quickly to the wardrobe, skillfully took out the prosthesis from it, and quickly returned to the bedside and handed it to Mu Xiaoji.
Mu Xiaoji skillfully put on his prosthetic limb and asked anxiously, "Jiang Shuo, take me to find my little daddy quickly."
Jiang Shuo knew very well how Mu Xiaoji felt at the moment, so he did not stop her. Instead, he took Mu Xiaoji and hurried towards Jiang Chengyu's ward.
Soon, they arrived at Jiang Chengyu's ward. Jiang Shuo gently grasped the door handle and slowly opened the door, trying not to make any noise.
Then, he and Mu Xiaoji tiptoed into the ward. They saw Xiang Xiaowu reclining on the sofa, already asleep. Tired from a day's work, he was drowsy and snoring softly.
Mu Xiaoji's attention was instantly attracted to Jiang Chengyu lying on the hospital bed. At this moment, it seemed that there was only his lover in his eyes, the man he called the little devil.
He walked as lightly as a cat and slowly approached the big bed where Jiang Chengyu was lying.
Jiang Chengyu was almost buried by the mountain of documents. He leaned slightly on the soft pillow and fell into a deep sleep.
His tightly bandaged right hand was carefully wrapped with bandages and hung firmly on his chest.
His left hand was still holding a pen and a document that he had not finished reading, as if he was still worried about work even in his dreams.
The strong muscle lines are clearly visible under the light, showing his daily self-discipline and exercise.
Mu Xiaoji looked at Jiang Chengyu, his eyes full of heartache and concern. He gently stretched out his hand and slowly touched Jiang Chengyu's waist as he leaned slightly to the side.
Immediately afterwards, a powerful and mellow true energy flowed from Mu Xiaoji's palm into Jiang Chengyu's waist.
This true energy was like a nimble dragon, slowly moving through Jiang Chengyu's body. Wherever it went, Jiang Chengyu felt an unprecedented sense of comfort.
He squirmed slightly and murmured, "Thank you, Choubao, you are so good."
It was as if he was enjoying this wonderful comfort in his sleep, and then he continued to fall into a deep sleep.
As time passed quietly, the night sky was like soft silk, slowly being lifted by the skylight, and the slightly bright light announced that dawn was slowly approaching.
As the dawn gradually broke, Mu Xiaoji had been guarding the bedside for a long time. Drowsiness washed over him like a surging tide.
Finally, he couldn't resist the strong sleepiness anymore and slowly lay down beside the bed. The moment his body relaxed, it seemed as if all his fatigue had found a place to go.
Jiang Shuo saw that his father had woken up and his little dad was fine, and the heavy stone in his heart fell to the ground.
While his father was using Qi to heal Little Daddy's waist, he curled up on the sofa and fell asleep unknowingly.
After an unknown amount of time, Jiang Chengyu slowly woke up from his sleep. He subconsciously moved his feet, and a file that was originally resting on his legs fell heavily to the ground with a "bang".
This crisp sound was particularly abrupt in the almost stagnant silence of the ward. Mu Xiaoji was startled by the sudden sound and woke up as if he had been electrocuted.
He hurriedly withdrew his arm from Jiang Chengyu's waist and turned to dodge. Because his movements were too hasty, his body lost balance and he fell under the bed.
At the same time, Xiang Xiaowu was also disturbed by the sound. He rubbed his sleepy eyes, which were still lingering with sleepiness. He looked at Mu Xiaoji lying on the ground and called softly, "Mr. Mu..."
Jiang Chengyu felt the movement of his waist and slowly turned his gaze behind him. He saw Mu Xiaoji frantically climbing out from under the bed, his face full of panic.
He waved his hands in panic, walked quickly towards the door, and explained incoherently:
"I'm sorry, no no no, Jiang Chengyu, don't be angry, I... I didn't do anything. Don't be angry, I'll leave now."
After saying that, he hurriedly reached out and pulled the door open with force. Because he walked too fast, his forehead hit the corner of the door, making a dull "bang" sound.
Mu Xiaoji gasped in pain and subconsciously covered his forehead. Without even daring to look at Jiang Chengyu again, he rushed out in a hurry and slammed the door shut.
Embarrassed, Mu Xiaoji walked in the corridor in a daze. His mind was in a mess, with all kinds of complicated emotions intertwined.
At that moment, Coleman was anxiously searching for Mu Xiaoji. Seeing Mu Xiaoji approaching in a daze, he hurried over and asked with concern, "Mu, where have you been? What happened to your head?"
Mu Xiaoji raised his head with a complicated expression on his face, and stammered, "Kate is over there. I went to see him."
Ke Laiweiler frowned and said helplessly: "Stop talking, hurry back to the ward, I will help you deal with it."
In the ward, Jiang Shuo looked at Jiang Chengyu with a puzzled look on his young face. He asked:
"Little Daddy, Daddy...did he have a high fever and burn his brain? The way he looks at you is so strange. You know, when you were asleep,
He cares for you every day, as if you were the most priceless treasure in the world. "Say, should we make an appointment with him today and take a good look at his brain?"
Jiang Chengyu looked at Jiang Shuo quietly, his lips moving slightly, but he didn't say anything. Mu Xiaoji's panicked look just now still appeared clearly in his mind.
The panicked look and hurried movements made him feel both sorry for Mu Xiaoji's nervousness and helpless about this sudden situation.
Just when Mu Xiaoji was embarrassed and his heart was in turmoil with all kinds of complicated emotions,
Secretary Li Yanshan, who was far away and always thinking about him, decided to take advantage of the rare free time on the weekend to
Riding in a government-issued black car, accompanied by his secretary Fang Zhengyu, he arrived at the center of Kuncheng, exhausted.
Under the driver's skillful driving skills, the car was speeding on the road, and the car body exuded a solemn atmosphere.
Relying on years of driving experience and familiarity with the route, the driver took control of the steering wheel and sped straight towards the Goldsmith Bay Villa at lightning speed.
After a while, the car stopped steadily at the gate of Goldsmith Bay Villa. The security guard who was cleaning the yard was sharp-eyed.
From a distance, I saw a car with a special government logo slowly stop. I didn't dare to slack off at all. I hurried over and opened the door skillfully.
The car door slowly opened, and Secretary Fang Zhengyu got out first. He was wearing a neat black suit and his movements were efficient and neat.
After getting off the car, he quickly walked around to the rear door and respectfully opened it. At the same time, he stretched out his hand to protect the top of the door, carefully protecting Li Yanshan as he got out of the car.
The two of them walked side by side to the gate of the villa. Fang Zhengyu slightly turned sideways and politely asked the security guard, "Excuse me, is this Mr. Mu Xiaoji's home?"
The security guard nodded quickly and replied respectfully, "Yes, but Mr. Mu is not at home."
Fang Zhengyu frowned slightly when he heard this, and subconsciously looked at Li Yanshan, then continued to ask the security guard:
"Didn't he just come home after surgery? The information we received earlier should be correct."
The security guard looked bewildered, with a hint of doubt in his eyes. He glanced at the car with the out-of-town license plate without leaving any trace, then smiled friendly and said:
"Yes, logically speaking, he has just been discharged from the hospital and returned home, but President Mu is indeed not here. President Song is home, so why don't you two come in and talk?"
After saying that, the security guard enthusiastically made a gesture of invitation and led the two towards the living room of the villa.
Along the way, the security guard walked steadily, looking back from time to time, paying attention to the movements of the two distinguished guests to ensure that they could reach the living room smoothly.