novelaction Chapter 943 May Each Be Well and the Future Be Promising
Chapter 943 May Each Be Well and the Future Be Promising
The Kunming City Central Hospital was bustling with people, with long queues at the registration desk and pharmacy.
The air was filled with the strong smell of disinfectant, mixed with a faint medicinal fragrance, making people subconsciously hold their breath.
Dr. Liu, wearing a white coat, accompanied Mu Xiaoji and his group throughout the entire process.
Song Shijie and Rong Shishan took turns pushing the wheelchair. The old lady sat in it, looking a little better than in the morning, but still showing signs of exhaustion.
They waited in turn at the doors of each examination room, from the CT room to the electrocardiogram room.
Then, at the blood-drawing station, one test after another was done, and the morning passed quickly.
As the sun gradually climbed overhead, the midday sunlight streamed through the windows of the hospital corridor, casting long patches of light on the floor.
Dr. Liu glanced at the time and said to Song Shijie, "Mr. Song, the old lady has had a tough time this morning."
I'm exhausted, let's take the elderly person home to rest first. I'll call you as soon as the test results are in.
He paused, then added, "Based on the initial observations..."
The old lady's physical condition is not serious; the problem is mainly due to excessive worry and emotional distress.
Spend more time with her on weekdays; making her feel good is more effective than any medicine.
As they spoke, they pushed the old lady out of the hospital lobby and into the parking space.
Song Shijie quickly reached out and grasped Dr. Liu's hand: "Thank you for your hard work, Dr. Liu. We'll head back now."
"Okay, Mr. Song, take care; Madam, take care; Mr. Mu, take care." Dr. Liu nodded with a smile.
I watched as everyone got into their respective cars, which gradually drove away from the city center hospital and disappeared into the distance.
Dr. Liu then looked away, put his hands in the pockets of his white coat, and turned to walk towards the internal medicine clinic in the lobby.
The corridor was still bustling with people, the sounds of footsteps, voices, and the operation of medical equipment mingling together.
This creates a unique rhythm within the hospital, one that is both busy and somewhat somber.
Rong Shishan's luxury car slowly drove into the courtyard of Jinjiangwan Villa. Xiang Xiaowu was still guarding his car. When the car stopped, he quickly craned his neck to look.
Mu Xiaoji and Shen Rou helped the old lady out of the car. The old lady's face was still a little pale.
Song Shijie followed slowly behind, holding the hospital receipts in his hand.
As Xiang Xiaowu watched the group walk into the villa, his doubts deepened—what exactly happened to President Jiang?
He opened his mouth as if to go forward and ask, but then felt it would be too abrupt, so he could only suppress his temper and continue to wait in the courtyard.
Mu Xiaoji and Shen Rou helped the old lady back to the bedroom. Mu Xiaoji pulled the thin blanket from the head of the bed and draped it over her legs.
She said softly, "Grandma, please rest for a while. I'll call you when lunch is ready."
The old lady was so sleepy that she could barely keep her eyelids open. She waved her hand and said, "Alright, alright, you can all go out now. Let me get some peace and quiet."
Aunt Zhao came in carrying a cup of hot milk, smiling as she said:
"Grandma, you had your checkup on an empty stomach this morning, your stomach must be upset, right? Here, have a cup of warm milk to warm your stomach before you go to sleep."
Mu Xiaoji took the milk and helped the old lady lean against him.
She carefully fed her a few sips, saying, "Grandma, drink slowly. Aunt Zhao is so thoughtful."
After the old lady finished drinking her milk and fell asleep, Mu Xiaoji quietly left the bedroom.
With Jiang Chengyu on his mind, he hurried upstairs to the second floor of the living room.
She ran almost non-stop to the door and suddenly pushed open her bedroom door.
The warm lighting in the room was somewhat unique. Jiang Chengyu was lying in bed, staring blankly ahead.
He looked exactly the same as when Mu Xiaoji left, which meant that Jiang Chengyu must have woken up not long ago.
Mu Xiaoji's cheeks flushed slightly. She quickly walked over and picked up the medicine bottle from the ground.
As he approached the bedside, his voice was filled with obvious apology: "I'm sorry, little monster..."
I'll carry you to the bathroom to wash you first, then I'll apply some medicine to your skin. Otherwise... you might not be able to get out of bed for two or three days."
Mu Xiaoji pulled back the covers and saw clear red marks on Jiang Chengyu's wrists.
A blush spread across her body, giving her an indescribable sense of decay.
The medicine box lay overturned on the ground, several vials of medicine scattered everywhere, a testament to the ferocity of last night's storm.
Jiang Chengyu did not speak or resist, letting Mu Xiaoji do as he pleased, like a puppet on a string.
Mu Xiaoji carefully picked him up, walked into the bathroom, and gently placed him into the bathtub filled with warm water.
As the warm water washed over his body, Jiang Chengyu's tense shoulders seemed to relax a little.
Mu Xiaoji picked up a towel, dampened it, and gently wiped his arm, her movements as tender as if she were handling a fragile piece of porcelain.
The bathroom was filled with steam, the only sounds were the soft murmur of running water and the silent tension between the two.
Mu Xiaoji unlocked the handcuffs on Jiang Chengyu's wrists and the collar around his neck, the metal making a soft clanging sound.
He picked up a warm towel and gently wiped Jiang Chengyu's right hand. When his fingertips touched that cool skin,
His voice was so low it sounded like a sigh: "It's been almost a year since I last gave you a bath, and I've become rusty."
Jiang Chengyu remained motionless, staring blankly at the inside of the bathtub, as if everything around him was irrelevant.
Mu Xiaoji picked up the shampoo, turned on the small spray nozzle, and said softly, "Little monster, close your eyes, I'll wash your hair for you."
Receiving no response, he carefully wet Jiang Chengyu's hair with warm water.
Press out an appropriate amount of shampoo, lather it in your palm, and gently massage it into his scalp.
Her fingertips ran through his hair with practiced and gentle movements, just as she had done countless times before, patiently caring for him whether he was asleep or silent.
After rinsing off the foam, Mu Xiaoji supported Jiang Chengyu's waist and instructed him:
"Little monster, I'll carry you back to bed. Wrap your arms around my neck."
He had just managed to lift the person up when his foot suddenly slipped, and Jiang Chengyu lost his balance, falling back into the bathtub with a "splash".
The cool water splashed all over Mu Xiaoji, and Jiang Chengyu frowned.
The dull pain in his buttocks caused a fleeting look of unbearable pain to cross his face.
He turned to look at Mu Xiaoji outside the bathtub; the other was completely soaked.
The shirt clung to his body as he sat on the wet ground, examining his legs.
Mu Xiaoji hurriedly apologized, "I'm sorry, little monster, it's all because of this useless leg... I'll get it fixed right away and take you back to bed."
He got up and sat on the low stool in the bathroom, rolled up his trousers, and there was a patch of skin scraped off his knee, which was bright red and very conspicuous.
But he seemed oblivious to the pain, picked up the prosthetic leg that had fallen to the ground, and deftly put it back on his leg.
"Don't move!" Jiang Chengyu suddenly spoke, his voice a little hoarse, and grabbed his hand. "You're wearing a prosthetic leg with a scraped skin, doesn't it hurt?"
Mu Xiaoji shook his head and smiled: "It's alright, I disinfected it afterwards."
"Have you been living like this for over two years?" Jiang Chengyu's voice carried a barely perceptible hint of heartache.
My gaze fell on his prosthetic leg, then moved to the wound on his knee.
Mu Xiaoji lowered her head, avoiding his gaze, and said with a self-deprecating tone, "It's my own fault."
Being able to see you and take care of you every day like this is already a blessing from heaven.
Jiang Chengyu didn't say anything more. He struggled to get up, but the soreness all over his body made him fall back down as soon as he managed to sit up a little.
"Don't move!" Mu Xiaoji quickly pressed him down, her expression tense. "You lie still, I'll go get the medicine, treat your injury first, then I'll take care of mine." With that, she was about to get up.
Jiang Chengyu didn't let go, but just quietly looked at him. The water in the bathtub swayed gently with his breathing, reflecting their clasped hands, a thousand words unspoken in the silence.
Jiang Chengyu's voice was soft, yet it was like a pebble thrown into Mu Xiaoji's heart, creating ripples.
He looked at Mu Xiaoji, his eyes swirling with complex emotions, which eventually settled into a calm.
"Xiao Ji, we each have our own missions to carry. This parting may be the last time we see each other. You... take good care of yourself."
He paused, then turned his gaze to the window, as if looking through the air at the child in the distance:
“Choubao is your child. He should live with his parents and be loved by them. I will come back to G City to see you whenever I have time.”
At this point, he turned his head, his gaze meeting Mu Xiaoji's, his tone carrying a sense of relief that everything had settled:
"The score between us is now even. Neither of us owes the other anything. From now on... may we both live in peace."
Mu Xiaoji listened quietly, her fingers unconsciously clenching the hem of her clothes until her knuckles turned white.
After a long silence, he slowly nodded, a faint smile playing on his lips, but a barely perceptible melancholy lingered in his eyes: "May we all be well, and may the future hold promise."
The sunlight outside the window was just right, shining through the glass and falling between the two of them. It was a warm light, yet it seemed to draw an invisible boundary beneath their feet.
Some things don't need to be said, some ties don't need to be entangled. Turning around is the beginning of the road ahead, and going our separate ways is perhaps the best ending.
When Mu Xiaoji said, "May we all be well and may the future be promising," his gaze drifted slightly towards the window, as if he were looking at a distant future through the scene before him.
Deep within my heart, a blurry yet clear image flashed by—
In the obstetrics and gynecology corridor of Renxin Hospital, even the smell of disinfectant seemed milder.
Xiao Yue lay on the bed, her forehead covered in fine beads of sweat, gritting her teeth as she endured the pain of childbirth, her painful groans concealing a hint of anticipation.
Not long after, two loud cries rang out almost simultaneously, like two strings of clear wind chimes, instantly dispelling the tension in the ward.
They were a pair of twins, a dragon and a phoenix, exquisitely beautiful, with Jiang Chengyu's shadow faintly visible in their eyes and brows.
The thought flashed through my mind in an instant, as quickly as if it had never existed.
Mu Xiaoji lowered her eyes, concealing the complex emotions in them, and her fingertips curled slightly at her side.
Some things are destined to remain buried in our hearts, becoming unspeakable expectations or secret blessings for the future.
He knew that some blood ties might not be severed with "everyone being well," but would instead continue quietly in another way over time.