flstandardbreds Chapter 868 Just wait for Mu's mother to take a walk
Chapter 868 Just wait for Mu's mother to take a walk
Jiang Chengyu walked over to the coffee table and picked up the phone. He held it between his shoulder and cheek, using his right hand to help secure it. He walked upstairs with the milk cup in his left hand: "Hello, Fan Wei."
"Why are you calling so late? Did something happen at the construction site again?" he asked as he walked, his steps following the familiar route.
Fan Wei's voice was filled with a hint of urgency and anger: "You went back to G City?"
"Yeah, that's right." Jiang Chengyu said, pressing the door handle with his right hand and pushing open the bedroom door.
Mu Xiaoji was leaning against the bed in a daze. When he saw him come in, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.
He tilted his head, holding the phone between his legs, and held the milk cup steadily in his left hand, walking towards the bed step by step, just like he did countless nights before.
"How is Mother Mu now?" Fan Wei asked anxiously on the other end of the phone.
Jiang Chengyu said in a relaxed tone, "He woke up tonight. Xiaoji performed a heart bypass surgery on him personally. The operation was very successful. He looks good now."
"I was so scared!" Fan Wei breathed a sigh of relief. "When I got home today, Yang Ying told me that Mu's mother was looking for an RH blood type. I called Mu Xiaoji, but no one answered."
"He was on the operating table at the time and definitely couldn't receive it." Jiang Chengyu said as he handed the milk cup in his hand to Mu Xiaoji.
Mu Xiaoji quickly took it with both hands, and her fingertips accidentally touched the back of his hand. The two looked at each other without any alienation.
Jiang Chengyu then bent down to take the book from his lap, put it on the bedside table, and said to the other end of the phone:
"No, no, no, don't come over here. I'll send you a video tomorrow when I get to the hospital. The hospital is being watched by Yang Ying's classmates.
Mother Mu took good care of me." After saying that, he turned around and walked out as if nothing had happened, closing the door behind him.
Mu Xiaoji held the cup of steaming milk, his eyes filled with moonlight-like tenderness, and suddenly smiled.
The dimples at the corners of her mouth spread out slightly, like spring sunshine falling on her face, so bright and dazzling.
He held the cup of hot milk, and felt the warm feeling from his fingertips, flowing through his blood vessels and all the way to his heart.
He drank it in small sips, and each sip had a familiar sweet fragrance. It was the brand Jiang Chengyu usually used, and it was also their habit every night before going to bed.
It had been a long time since he had felt this way. Late at night, someone warmed a cup of milk for him. The room was filled with a faint aroma of milk, mixed with the moonlight coming in from the window.
He looked at the steam rising from the rim of the cup, a smile spreading across his lips, but his eyes were surprisingly bright:
It's not that the little monster no longer loves, but the knots in his heart before he fell asleep are just sealed in his memory before he fell asleep.
It was like a knot in his heart that he couldn't untie for the time being.
After drinking the milk, he gently placed the cup on the bedside table and walked barefoot to the railing on the second floor.
A warm yellow floor lamp was still on in the living room downstairs, and Jiang Chengyu was sitting on the mat next to the coffee table.
Leaning against the sofa, the light from the laptop screen flickered on his face.
He slid the mouse through the documents and whispered work arrangements into the phone. His voice was a little hoarse from staying up late, but still clear and organized.
It was not until the sky began to turn pale that he yawned profusely, supported his forehead with his right hand, tilted his head, and fell asleep facing the laptop screen.
Mu Xiaoji turned around and went back to his room, took out a beige plush blanket from the closet, and tiptoed downstairs.
The morning light had not yet fully penetrated, and the living room was so quiet that one could hear Jiang Chengyu's even breathing.
He squatted down and was about to gently drape the blanket over his shoulders when Jiang Chengyu suddenly opened his eyes, looking sleepy and a little confused as if he had not yet woken up.
Mu Xiaoji stood there in a daze, holding the blanket in his hands, his heart skipping a beat.
Jiang Chengyu looked at him and suddenly smiled faintly, like the first ray of spring sunshine melting the ice, and reached out to hold his hand.
Mu Xiaoji hesitated for a moment, then tentatively placed his palm against hers. The next second, Jiang Chengyu yanked him hard, causing him to lose his balance and fall into that familiar embrace with a cry of surprise.
"Hmm..." Mu Xiaoji subconsciously tried to stand up, but Jiang Chengyu held him tighter.
He took the blanket from his hand, unfolded it neatly, and wrapped the two of them tightly, like a huge cocoon.
Mu Xiaoji froze and dared not move. His nose rubbed against his pajamas on his chest. He smelled the faint scent of cedar, and his eyes suddenly felt a little hot.
This long-lost embrace was so warm, so warm that it made him afraid, afraid that this was a dream, afraid that Jiang Chengyu would push him away in the next second, and let this happiness shatter too quickly.
He secretly raised his eyes and saw Jiang Chengyu leaning against the sofa, slowly closing his eyes, and breathing became long again.
She seemed to have fallen asleep again, but her arms were still tightly wrapped around his waist, holding him tightly and not allowing him to escape.
The next morning, the first ray of light shone through the gap in the curtains and fell on Jiang Chengyu's eyelashes.
Mu Xiaoji woke up in a warm embrace. When she moved, she found herself still in Jiang Chengyu's arms.
His arms were still tightly wrapped around him, his chin resting on the top of his head, his breath gently caressing his hair.
He looked up and saw Jiang Chengyu with his head down, his long eyelashes drooping, his nose straight, and his facial features as delicate as a painting in the morning light.
Mu Xiaoji's heart was pounding, feeling both sweet and nervous - was his behavior last night the gentleness he showed when he was awake, or was it that damn sleepwalking again?
Just as he was thinking, Jiang Chengyu suddenly moved, his eyelashes fluttered like butterfly wings, and he slowly opened his eyes.
The moment their eyes met, his pupils suddenly contracted, as if burned, and his body instantly tensed up.
"What's wrong with you?" He pushed Mu Xiaoji away violently, his voice as cold as ice. "You have a bedroom but you're not sleeping there. Why are you hanging out on the floor?"
Mu Xiaoji was pushed to sit on the carpet. He was stunned for a long time before he reacted. The blood on his face gradually faded: "You...you don't remember what you did last night?"
Jiang Chengyu frowned and rubbed his sore right arm. He felt a dull pain in the joints, obviously because it had been pressed for too long.
"What did I do?" His tone was filled with impatience, and he obviously had no recollection of what happened last night.
Mu Xiaoji looked at his unfamiliar eyes, and felt as if something had pierced his heart. He whispered:
"...Sorry, maybe I'm too heavy and the pillow has numb your arm. Let me massage it for you."
"Don't touch me." Jiang Chengyu swung his hand away, his voice filled with undeniable resistance, "I can do it myself."
As he spoke, he sat up straight with his legs crossed, formed a complicated seal with his hands in front of his chest, and slowly closed his eyes.
Mu Xiaoji looked at him and felt as if there was an air current flowing silently around his body. It was the internal energy technique he had practiced for many years, and it was very effective in relieving various injuries.
He stood up silently, picked up the blanket on the ground, turned and walked towards the stairs. His steps were so light as if he was afraid of disturbing something. His back revealed an indescribable loneliness in the morning light.
The end of the year is approaching. On the night of New Year’s Eve, the VIP ward of Renxin Hospital is full of warmth, without any sign of the desertedness of previous years.
The coffee table was filled with exquisite macarons and almond pastries on the crystal plate, and bright strawberries and cherries piled up like a small mountain.
Braised dishes such as pickled duck and smoked fish emit an enticing aroma, and even the air is filled with the sweet smell of the New Year.
Mu Huiying was half leaning on the hospital bed, covered with a soft cashmere blanket. Her face had lost the sallow color from the operation and was now a healthy rosy color.
Her breathing was steady, and although her breath was still shallow when she spoke, it was much stronger than when she just woke up - this was the result of careful care provided by Mu Xiaoji's team three weeks after the heart bypass surgery.
The monitoring equipment had long been removed, leaving only an indwelling needle connected to a micro-infusion tube.
The drug that nourishes the myocardium was delivered, and the drip rate was adjusted to the lowest level. The doctor said that it could be removed after two days of observation.
Her fingers were able to move flexibly now, and she had just picked up a grape and was slowly peeling it. Her movements were slow but steady.
"Aunt Mu, try this." Cui Jiani approached, carrying a white porcelain plate with a piece of tiramisu dotted with gold foil on it. "I ordered this from a newly opened dessert shop. It's low in sugar and not greasy."
Mu Huiying took it with a smile, picked up a small piece with a small fork and put it into her mouth, chewing it carefully, a smile in her eyes: "It's sweet but not cloying, very appetizing."
Mu Xiaoji was sitting by the bed, peeling an apple. Hearing this, he looked up and smiled, "I didn't expect that celebrating the New Year in the hospital this year would be more lively than at home."
As he spoke, he cut the peeled apple into small pieces, put them into a small bowl with teeth, and handed it to his mother.
"Mom, you can eat normally now, but you still have to chew slowly. Don't just eat desserts. It's good to eat more fruits."
Not far away, Youyou, with her round belly, was looking at pictures of cribs with Maomao, with the nervousness of a first-time mother on her face.
"Oh, my due date is still more than two months away, and I still can't remember the steps to change a diaper.
What will I do when I'm in such a mess?" She patted her belly lightly, her tone filled with worry.
Maomao smiled brightly and patted her shoulder: "Don't worry, Coleman is very careful.
By then, he will definitely post the process all over the wall, guaranteeing you will understand it at a glance. Also, I’m afraid that by then, Aunt Mu will be in charge alone, and you won’t be able to intervene even if you want to.”
Du Wei and Wang Yan came over with juice and deliberately got very close: "What are you two expectant mothers chatting about in private?
Are you deciding on a baby name? It has to be fair, and we both have to have a vote."
Youyou was amused and laughed, and the baby in her belly seemed to move. She quickly protected her belly, her eyes full of tenderness.
By the window, Jiang Shuo was pressing his little face against the glass, the tip of his nose slightly deformed.
Watching the fireworks exploding in the night sky outside the window - golden chrysanthemums, silver waterfalls, red peonies,
Clusters of flowers bloomed in the dark blue sky, making his eyes sparkle.
"Oh, what beautiful fireworks...it would be nice if we could set them off downstairs." He muttered softly, his tone full of longing for last year.
Dou Jinde brought out the fireworks from the basement and filled the courtyard of Jinyang Villa with all kinds of fireworks. It was so cool that he played with them all night long.
"If you want to play, I'll take you to the open space on the outskirts of the city and let you play to your heart's content." A deep voice suddenly sounded behind him.
Jiang Shuo turned around suddenly and saw Dou Jinde standing there, wearing a camel coat, looking dusty but with bright eyes.
"Uncle Dou! When did you come back?" He opened his eyes wide in surprise, full of uncontrollable excitement.
Dou Jinde made a hushed gesture and pointed to the center of the ward: "I just arrived, so I didn't want to disturb everyone, so I kept quiet."
He glanced at Cui Jiani who was talking to Mu Huiying, his eyes filled with love and expectation.
He looked towards the door again - Coleville was holding a medical record folder and talking in a low voice with Jiang Chengyu.
"...Aunt Mu's various indicators have stabilized," Keleweiler's voice came clearly.
"Troponin has dropped to the normal range, and cardiac function assessment has recovered from 35% after surgery to 52%.
Yesterday I tried to get out of bed and walk for five minutes, and my heart rate fluctuated no more than 10 times. I recovered much better than expected. "
Jiang Chengyu nodded and looked at Mu Huiying lying on the hospital bed with relief in his eyes:
"That's good. After the first month of the lunar year, when the weather gets warmer, I can go home and recuperate."
Kelaiweiler smiled and said: "Mu, I have already drawn up a recovery plan after returning home.
Even the daily rehabilitation time is clearly marked. Just wait and take a walk with Mother Mu."
Jiang Chengyu raised the corner of his mouth slightly, and said nothing more, just watching the lively scene in the ward——
Mu Huiying was laughing out loud because of Cui Jiani, Jiang Shuo was pestering Dou Jinde with questions.
Youyou and the others' laughter sounded like silver bells... Fireworks were still blooming intermittently outside the window, casting flickering shadows on the people in the room.
This may be the most special New Year's Eve, but it makes people feel more at ease than ever before.