12dz Chapter 767 I hope Jiang Shuo is safe and sound
Chapter 767 I hope Jiang Shuo is safe and sound
In Kuncheng First People's Hospital, people come and go in the hall, and patients and their families look hurried, creating a busy and anxious scene.
The air was filled with a strong smell of disinfectant, and the pungent smell seemed to permeate every corner of the hospital, adding a sense of solemnity and solemnity to the space.
In the emergency room, doctors were systematically conducting a comprehensive and detailed examination on Jiang Shuo.
They looked focused, carefully operating the various medical instruments in their hands on Jiang Shuo's small body, and every movement was full of professionalism and concentration.
Jiang Chengyu followed the medical staff closely throughout the whole process, like a mother animal protecting her calf. His eyes never left Jiang Shuo, and he carefully examined every examination.
Ensure that the main parts of Jiang Shuo's body that were injured after being hit by the car can be accurately identified, without missing any minor injuries.
Although Mu Xiaoji arrived at the hospital at the same time as Jiang Chengyu, his ability to withstand the pressure did not seem optimistic.
It was as if all the strength in Jiang Shuo's body was taken away by the god of death the moment he was hit by the car. His legs became weak and he could hardly stand.
Seeing this, Xia Baoan beside him hurried forward to support him and carefully protect him.
Mu Xiaoji's forehead was covered with beads of sweat as big as beans. The sweat was pouring down like rain, soaking his clothes. He was sweating profusely.
At this time, it was not far from New Year's Day, and the weather had already become a little chilly, but he felt as if he was under the scorching sun, shrouded in endless fear and worry.
At this moment, Teng Zijing's Maserati, whose body had been deformed and twisted, drove towards the hospital at lightning speed.
When approaching the hospital, it made a beautiful turn and drove steadily into the parking space of the First People's Hospital.
With a sharp brake sound, the car door opened quickly, and Teng Zijing and Deng Zhouyi were like two black shadows.
He got off the car quickly and ran towards the hospital lobby in a hurry.
Because Teng Zijing ran too fast, he bumped into an oncoming doctor in the hospital lobby.
"Oh, I'm sorry, doctor, I'm so sorry!" Teng Zijing apologized quickly, his eyes full of anxiety and apology.
He paused for a moment, then asked anxiously, "Excuse me, how do I get to the operating room?"
The doctor looked calm and politely raised his finger forward, saying, "Go straight to the end and turn left. You'll pass a medical station and walk in across the street."
When Teng Zijing heard this, a trace of gratitude flashed in his eyes, and he quickly said, "Thank you, doctor!"
Before he finished speaking, he disappeared in the hall like a gust of wind, with Deng Zhouyi following closely behind him.
The two followed the doctor's instructions and ran towards the operating room. Soon, they arrived at the door of the operating room.
Mu Xiaoji was seen curled up on a bench, looking extremely miserable, as if he had just been through a torrential downpour.
His hair was messy and stuck to his forehead, his face was covered with sweat and tears, and his eyes revealed endless fear and helplessness.
Teng Zijing was filled with worry. Without a word, he rushed forward and anxiously asked, "Where's Jiang Shuo? How is he? Where's Jiang Chengyu?"
Seeing Teng Zijing asking, the security guard quickly replied, "Inside the operating room! The young master needs a full examination. Mr. Jiang is an authoritative professor-level physician, so he's going in first to diagnose him."
As soon as he finished speaking, the door of the operating room slowly opened, and Jiang Chengyu walked out, also sweating profusely.
His forehead was covered with beads of sweat, which kept sliding down his cheeks. His clothes were also soaked with sweat and stuck tightly to his body.
He looked solemn and walked hurriedly towards the bewildered Mu Xiaoji.
Seeing this, Teng Zijing could no longer suppress his anxiety. He grabbed Jiang Chengyu by the collar and asked loudly, "How is Jiang Shuo?"
Jiang Chengyu was also extremely anxious at the moment. He pushed Teng Zijing away with all his strength, staring straight at Mu Xiaoji who was trembling on the bench, and said in a hurried and heavy tone:
"There's nothing wrong with Choubao, but there's a blood clot in his brain that needs to be removed.
This area is extremely sensitive and the surgery is extremely difficult. Now, he needs your skills to ensure our success."
When Mu Xiaoji heard this, endless fear and despair instantly welled up in his eyes. Tears welled up in his eyes, and he spoke incoherently with a sobbing voice:
"No, I... I can't do it. Mr. Jiang, Mr. Jiang, I beg you, you have extensive experience in difficult surgeries. I beg you, Mr. Jiang, you must save my son, I beg you!"
As he spoke, his expression collapsed and he knelt limply in front of Jiang Chengyu, crying and repeating "Mr. Jiang, please". His appearance made Jiang Chengyu feel distressed.
Jiang Chengyu looked at Mu Xiaoji kneeling on the ground, feeling mixed emotions. He reached out to hold Mu Xiaoji's arm, trying to pull him up, and said anxiously:
"Xiaoji, Xiaoji, get up! Choubao is in critical condition. We can only rely on you to solve the problem! Wake up, okay?"
Jiang Chengyu became more and more anxious as he spoke, and every word seemed to be roared from his throat, his voice full of anxiety and helplessness.
"No, Mr. Jiang, you are the one who saved Jiang Shuo. I... I really can't do it."
Mu Xiaoji had completely lost his mind at this moment. His face was covered with tears and snot. He collapsed on the ground like mud, crying in despair.
Teng Zijing was anxious and shouted, "Jiang Chengyu, as long as you save Jiang Shuo, I will do whatever you want. I will agree to anything you ask for."
Jiang Chengyu glared at Teng Zijing angrily and shouted, "Shut up! What does Jiang Shuo have to do with you? Get lost..."
This was the first time Teng Zijing was told to get out, but he was unable to refute. Considering that everyone was worried about Jiang Shuo who was on the verge of life and death, he endured it.
Mu Xiaoji seemed not to hear Jiang Chengyu's scolding of Teng Zijing. He took two steps back and continued to kowtow to Jiang Chengyu, crying:
"Mr. Jiang, I know I've wronged you in the past. Considering your relationship as father and son, please be magnanimous and save the child! I kowtow to you. Please go and save Jiang Shuo."
Jiang Chengyu could no longer bear it, grabbed Mu Xiaoji by the collar, lifted him up and pressed him on the bench, his eyes red as he roared:
"Mu Xiaoji, listen to me! My right hand is broken and I can't hold a scalpel! Choubao, only your skills can save him now!"
This roar was like a thunderclap, exploding in Mu Xiaoji's ears. Mu Xiaoji seemed to be awakened by this roar, and his thoughts gradually stabilized.
He looked at Jiang Chengyu's right hand raised in front of him, the hand that had once been extremely flexible and had saved countless lives.
But at this moment, he seemed to have lost his former strength. Jiang Chengyu's eyes were bloodshot, filled with grief, anger and helplessness.
Mu Xiaoji subconsciously clenched Jiang Chengyu's right hand with his trembling hands, and asked with a trembling voice:
"I saw the video of you falling and injuring your arm, but you didn't hurt your wrist!"
Jiang Chengyu pulled his arm back and said anxiously, "Chou Bao's problem is urgent. Go to the disinfection room and change clothes immediately. I will help you save Chou Bao."
After saying that, he dragged Mu Xiaoji to the disinfection room. Mu Xiaoji suddenly realized something, and the scene of the old lady's birthday involuntarily emerged in his mind.
At that time, when Mu Xiaoji saw the smaller version of himself "Jiang Shuo" for the first time, he felt a great sense of shame in his heart.
He hurried to the backyard of the Goldsmith Bay Villa and saw Jiang Chengyu lying beside the rockery, looking at the big white rabbit that had crawled into the hole, eagerly waiting for Jiang Shuo to come back with the carrots.
When he saw the carrots that Mu Xiaoji threw on the ground, he thought it was Jiang Shuo who had returned.
However, unexpectedly, Mu Xiaoji came back to celebrate the old lady's birthday. He just crawled over and got the carrot,
Mu Xiaoji stepped on the back of Jiang Chengyu's hand, and the carrot was crushed into pieces in the palm of Jiang Chengyu's right hand.
He couldn't help but look at Jiang Chengyu slowly, his eyes full of regret and self-blame, and asked with a sob:
"Did I... cripple your hand after you fell into a deep sleep on that birthday?"
Mu Xiaoji couldn't say any more. Endless regret welled up in his heart. Thinking about what he had done at that time, he felt like such a bastard.
Jiang Chengyu looked at Mu Xiaoji, who was in a state of disarray and seemed to be torn apart by a strong wind, and his heart was filled with anxiety and heartache.
He knew very well that time was running out and Jiang Shuo's life was in danger, and there was no room for delay.
So he urged anxiously: "Xiao Ji, now is not the time to think about it, we must act immediately.
I remember that after we had the same surgery at Cornell Medical Center in Los Angeles, we never had the chance to work together again. Now, for our little baby, how about we work together again?
With both of us having many years of rich experience and being a big name in the medical forum;
I firmly believe that with our superb medical skills and tacit cooperation, overcoming this difficulty will be a piece of cake.
Today, let us join hands again and work together to rescue Choubao from the clutches of death. Xiaoji, don't be afraid. Trust me, okay?"
As Jiang Chengyu spoke, he stretched out his arms and hugged Mu Xiaoji tightly, as if he wanted to pass all his strength and warmth to him.
This hug was full of comfort and encouragement, like a bright lamp of hope for Mu Xiaoji in the darkness.
Then, he lowered his head slightly and kissed Mu Xiaoji's forehead with a gentle yet firm gesture, overflowing with devout love. He whispered:
"Let's go. Jiang Shuo is still waiting for us in the operating room. He needs us and we can't let him down."
Teng Zijing and Deng Zhouyi witnessed this scene. Their brows were tightly locked together, and confusion was written all over their faces.
They really didn't understand what this sudden intimate behavior between Jiang Chengyu and Mu Xiaoji meant.
In their eyes, the relationship between the two seemed quite complicated, and the scene at this moment made them even more confused.
However, they also knew that Jiang Shuo's condition was critical and had no time to think about the reasons.
As Jiang Chengyu and Mu Xiaoji's figures quickly disappeared at the door of the operating room, they ran quickly towards the disinfection room.
Teng Zijing and Deng Zhouyi also followed them closely, silently praying in their hearts that the operation would be successful and that Jiang Shuo would be safe.
In this tense atmosphere, a solemn atmosphere permeated the corridors of the hospital.
It was as if time had stopped at this moment, and everyone was worried about Jiang Shuo's fate.