The other side of the boundless sea of ​​kindness

Chapter 295 Special Patients

In the quiet corridor of the hospital at night, the dim light cast a hint of tranquility and peace. Professor Cao Guohua took steady steps, followed closely by Jiang Chengyu, Mu Xiaoji and Luo Shaoqing, as they were about to start their ward rounds for postoperative patients.

He gently pushed open the door of Chen Cuiying's ward, making a slight "creaking" sound.

In the ward, Aunt Hu sat quietly beside the bed, her eyes always fixed on the sleeping Chen Cuiying. Her eyes were full of concern and kindness, as if she wanted to use her eyes to weave a protective barrier for the patient.

Seeing the person coming, Aunt Hu stood up quickly, forced a smile on her face, and asked softly, "Professor Cao, you...?"

Cao Guohua had a gentle smile on his face and said softly, "Auntie Hu, why aren't you sleeping yet?"

Walnut Flower sighed slightly and said bluntly: "When people get old, they get less sleep. She has been sleeping since she came back. Is she okay?"

Cao Guohua slowly approached the instrument beside the bed, carefully checked the data, then raised his head and responded amiably: "She will wake up tomorrow, she is still under the effect of anesthesia.

I won't bother you anymore, go to bed early! Don't worry about her, there are nurses on duty to monitor her condition, you can sleep peacefully!"

After that, everyone quietly walked out of the ward door and continued to walk to other wards. Walking through each ward, Cao Guohua patiently asked the patients about their postoperative feelings, while Jiang Chengyu carefully recorded them.

Then, Cao Guohua led a few people to the cardiology department. He stopped at the door of a ward and said softly, "This is the ward of the old man named Wenxuan. Let's go in and take a look!"

Jiang Chengyu nodded silently, followed closely behind Professor Cao, reached out and gently pushed open the ward door.

In the ward, the old man in the same room had fallen asleep peacefully, but the quilt had slipped to the side.

Jiang Chengyu walked quickly forward, gently picked up the quilt, and carefully covered the old man with it, his movements gentle and skillful.

Cao Guohua raised his hand slightly, pointed at the old man in the middle bed and introduced: "This is Wenxuan, a heart patient."

Mu Xiaoji slowly approached the old man, and at this moment, Wenxuan woke up in a daze.

Elder Wenxuan opened his eyes, and just as his gaze met Mu Xiaoji's face, his eyes were instantly filled with fear. His body began to tremble violently, and he covered his head with the quilt in panic, crying out:

"Ghost, Ajie, it's not me, Ajie, it's not me who did it, don't look for me, Ajie. It was Song Boxuan and Song Bojiewen who forced me to change Dad's medicine. Ajie, it's none of my business, it's none of my business!"

Mu Xiaoji was so frightened by this sudden scene that his face turned pale and panic-stricken. He subconsciously reached out his hand and tried to comfort the old man.

However, the old man was shaking even more violently, and he kept shouting, "Ghost, don't come over here."

Cao Guohua hurriedly walked around the old man, bent down, and whispered to comfort him: "Old man, you have the wrong person. There is no Ajie here."

Jiang Chengyu also hurried forward and together with Professor Cao carefully pulled Wenxuan out of the quilt.

But Wenxuan still pointed at Mu Xiaoji, his eyes full of fear and panic, and he kept muttering: "Ajie is right there, Ajie, don't blame me, don't blame me, they forced me to do it. They also forced me to tamper with the car when you got into an accident."

When Mu Xiaoji heard these words, his heart was filled with astonishing waves. He turned around and quickly left the ward, his steps slightly staggering.

Professor Luo saw this and turned around and hurried to the medical room. After a while, he hurried back to the ward with a tranquilizer and quickly injected a tranquilizer into Elder Wenxuan.

Gradually, the old man calmed down and the ward returned to peace, with only the slight "beeping" sound from the instruments of the patient who had undergone surgery in the next bed.

The other two patients witnessed the chaos, their faces filled with confusion and bewilderment.

Professor Cao walked forward, bowed slightly, and said softly, "Sorry to disturb you all, he is fine now, you two can rest!" After that, the three of them slowly walked out of the ward.

As soon as I went out, I saw Mu Xiaoji standing not far away, his face was pale and looked extremely ugly.

Jiang Chengyu hurriedly stepped forward, stretched out his hand to hold Mu Xiaoji's shoulder, and asked with concern: "Xiaoji, are you okay?"

Mu Xiaoji took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down, and then said in a cold voice: "This person should be related to my father by blood.

He mistook my father for Song Shijie! You all heard that he was the one who caused the car accident. He thought my father died after the accident, so he kept shouting "I saw a ghost."

Little Monster, you know that everyone in my family calls my father Ajie, so his last name is undoubtedly Song."

Jiang Chengyu and Cao Guohua looked at each other, and saw solemnity and doubt in each other's eyes. They knew that there might be an unknown secret hidden behind this, and this secret seemed to be slowly unveiling its mysterious veil...

In Cao Guohua's relatively quiet office, the light was softly shining on the floor. The four people sat together, and the atmosphere was so solemn that it seemed as if water could be squeezed out of it.

Mu Xiaoji's eyes were as cold as ice, and he said firmly: "The matter of Elder Wenxuan must not be taken lightly, he is undoubtedly carrying a murder case.

I have to call my father right away and ask him to come here immediately. Only when he comes and meets Elder Wenxuan, all the truth will come out naturally. "

Jiang Chengyu looked at Mu Xiaoji's resolute expression, reached out his hand distressedly, held his hand tightly, and advised softly:

"Xiaoji, it's already so late and everyone is exhausted. If anything happens, we can still fight tomorrow."

Cao Guohua sat aside, looking at Mu Xiaoji with a puzzled look on his face, and couldn't help asking: "Mr. Mu, I always thought you were an orphan, why is it such a complicated situation now?"

Jiang Chengyu coughed lightly, cleared his throat and began to explain: "When Xiaoji was still an infant, he was picked up by Director Guo at the gate of the Red Star Welfare Home. Director Guo's wife was infertile, so he adopted Xiaoji and registered him under Mu Huiying's household registration, so he took Mu's mother's surname.

Later, his biological parents finally found him, but he was used to the name on his ID card and did not change it. " Cao Guohua and Luo Shaoqing listened and nodded thoughtfully.

Jiang Chengyu paused and continued, "And Song Shijie, the big boss of Kuncheng Zidong International Group Co., Ltd., is his biological father."

Mu Xiaoji's face was still livid. He raised his head slightly, looked at everyone and said, "Everyone has been busy all day today and is exhausted.

Go back and have some rest! Tomorrow I will call my dad and ask him to come over, and then the mystery that has been bothering us will be solved.”

After saying that, he slowly stood up. His figure looked somewhat lonely and expectant under the light, as if he was waiting for the meeting tomorrow that would reveal the truth.

The next day, when the light of dawn quietly sprinkled into the room, Mu Xiaoji slowly woke up from his sleep. He slowly opened his eyes, and the first thing that caught his eye was Jiang Chengyu's incomparably beautiful face.

At this moment, he was resting his head on Jiang Chengyu's arm, and Jiang Chengyu, like a diligent guardian, wrapped him tightly with a quilt, as if to isolate all the coldness and anxiety in the world.

A warm feeling surged in Mu Xiaoji's heart, and he quickly reached out his hand, wanting to cover Jiang Chengyu with the quilt more tightly.

This slight movement still woke Jiang Chengyu up from his sleep. Jiang Chengyu opened his eyes drowsily and asked in a lazy voice: "Xiao Ji, are you awake? Did you sleep well last night?"

Mu Xiaoji sat up gently, his eyes full of tenderness and affection, and said: "With you here, I sleep soundly every day."

Jiang Chengyu smiled and said, "That's good. You looked so bad last night. I was worried about you all night!"

Mu Xiaoji felt guilty and said softly, "I'm sorry, little monster. I always make you worry."

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and gently stroked Jiang Chengyu's cheek. The movement was so gentle that it seemed as if he was touching the most precious treasure in the world.

Then, Mu Xiaoji turned around and reached for his phone on the bedside table. He quickly found his father's number in the address book and dialed it without hesitation.

At this time, on the other side of the city, Song Shijie was still immersed in his dreams, and in a daze he heard the sudden ringing of his cell phone.

He frowned slightly, reached out to the bedside table and fumbled for the phone. When he saw that it was his son's call on the screen, he sobered up a little and quickly answered the call.

With concern in her voice, she asked, "Son, why are you calling so early? Is there something wrong?"

When Mu Xiaoji heard his father's voice, he felt very sorry and said, "Dad, I am sorry to disturb your sweet dream, right?"

Song Shijie laughed and said happily, "No, I get up almost every day! The sun came out from the west today? Why did you think of calling Dad?"

At this moment, Shen Rou, who was sleeping beside her, was also woken up by the sound of the phone. She opened her eyes slightly and asked softly, "Is it Chenxi calling?"

Song Shijie smiled and nodded, with a sunny smile on his face.

Mu Xiaoji said seriously on the other end of the phone: "Dad, is the company busy these days? I'll send you a location, please come over."

Song Shijie's relaxed smile disappeared instantly, replaced by a nervous look, and he hurriedly asked, "Son, where are you?"

Mu Xiaoji quickly responded, "Dad, don't be nervous. Little Devil and I are in the military hospital. There is a special patient here. I think you should know him. Come and meet him."

Song Shijie was confused after hearing this and asked, "Special patient? What kind of special patient?"

Mu Xiaoji said patiently, "You'll know when you come over. I can't explain it to you clearly over the phone now. There's a helipad at the military hospital. It'll be faster for you to take a helicopter. I'll send you the location via WeChat."

Although Song Shijie was full of doubts, he nodded and said, "Okay, that's it." Then he hung up the phone.

Soon, Mu Xiaoji skillfully sent Song Shijie's location on WeChat, and then sat on the edge of the bed with a hint of expectation and solemnity in his eyes, as if waiting for the upcoming meeting to reveal all the mysteries.