eurekapd Chapter 628: The Pain of Thousand Blades Slicing Bones
Chapter 628: The Pain of Thousand Blades Slicing Bones
The first light of dawn had just fallen on Kuncheng Central Hospital. This usually solemn and dignified medical sanctuary seemed to be caught in an invisible storm.
People from all sides arrived one after another, each with his own mission and duties, and the atmosphere was as tense as a bowstring about to break.
Just when Qi Jian and Rong Shishan were feeling annoyed that they were late, Gu Qinming, Dou Jinde and Guo Bingyan,
As always, with that confident and capable attitude, he strode with big strides and hurried towards the intensive care unit.
Their figures were particularly eye-catching under the bright yet slightly cold corridor lights of the hospital.
As soon as they got close, the three of them greeted Song Shijie in unison: "Mr. Song"
"Mr. Song," his voice was filled with professional respect and concern.
Gu Qinming then asked, "Mr. Song, how's the situation? Have you seen Mr. Mu?"
Song Shijie shook his head slightly, his face full of helplessness and worry, and said slowly: "No, they said he is still under observation inside!"
After saying that, he heaved a long sigh helplessly, and that breath seemed to carry endless anxiety and fatigue.
Seeing this, Gu Qinming hurried forward to comfort him, "Mr. Song, you don't have to worry too much.
Think about it, President Mu has experienced so many life-and-death crises before, and he always managed to turn danger into safety.
At present, we have almost collected all the evidence about this incident, but due to Andreas's special identity, we cannot contact him directly.
Since he has returned to Kuncheng and is in the hospital, why don't we go talk to him now?"
Rong Shishan sighed, "Alas, we're a step too late. Secretary Cao and Director Chang have already gone to the VIP ward to talk to him."
Upon hearing this, Gu Qinming, Dou Jinde and Guo Bingyan couldn't help but look at each other.
Dou Jinde subconsciously licked his dry lips and said, "We don't need to be too pessimistic.
President Mu has always been low-key and cautious in his actions. He would not take the blame for something he didn't do for no reason.
The important thing now is that I hope President Mu wakes up quickly, confronts Andreas face to face, and explains the incident of Al Robuk being killed in the high seas bombing.
Song Shijie nodded slightly and said calmly, "Let's go to the doctor's conference room and find the medical team from Renxin Hospital to hear what they have to say about Chenxi's condition."
The three lawyers responded in unison, "Oh," and gestured for invitation. Then the six of them walked towards the doctors' conference room in an orderly manner.
As soon as I turned the corner, I saw Dr. Liu walking out of the conference room. He closed the door gently, his movements very softly, as if he was afraid to disturb the tranquility that might exist inside.
As soon as Doctor Liu took a step, he saw Song Shijie and the others coming towards him. He hurriedly stepped forward and said politely:
"Good morning, Mr. Song, and everyone. I'm sure you're here regarding Mr. Mu's situation, right?"
Song Shijie's eyes instantly became extremely anxious. He stared at Doctor Liu and asked impatiently, "Doctor Liu, is my son's condition not optimistic this time?"
Doctor Liu nodded solemnly and said earnestly, "Yes, Mr. Song. Judging from Mr. Mu's current physical condition, the situation is quite critical.
From a medical perspective, his cardiopulmonary function has seriously declined, and the functions of multiple organs have also been affected. It is difficult to recover through drug treatment and conventional treatment.
Therefore, the best way is to find a matching organ for transplantation as soon as possible, otherwise he may not be able to survive for much longer."
When Song Shijie heard this, a look of surprise instantly appeared on his face, and he said in disbelief: "How could it be so serious?"
Doctor Liu's eyes were filled with helplessness as he explained, "Mr. Song, our hospital is already using various channels to actively search for suitable organ donors.
However, the success rate of organ transplant surgery is affected by many factors, and the matching degree of the donor is one of the key factors.
Therefore, I hope that Mr. Song will work with us as soon as possible to find a suitable donor from multiple sources. This way, Mr. Mu's survival rate will be relatively higher."
After listening to this, Song Shijie turned around and walked towards the entrance of the hospital lobby without any hesitation, his steps hurried and messy.
Seeing this, Rong Shishan quickly chased after him and shouted, "Boss Song, please slow down. Have you really thought this through?"
Song Shijie did not look back. At this moment, his mood was extremely complicated, as if he was tightly entangled in a tangled mess, and he didn't even know what he was going to do.
Deep down, a voice kept questioning myself: "Do I really have to be so selfish?"
Gu Qinming and the others also hurriedly chased after him, and soon they arrived at the business car.
Song Shijie suddenly opened the car door with force, but at this moment he felt as if his feet weighed thousands of pounds and he couldn't lift them up.
Rong Shishan looked at Song Shijie and saw that he was facing the car door but did not make any move to get in.
Rong Shishan asked softly, "Mr. Song, you're reluctant to leave, aren't you?"
Song Shijie's heart was like a turmoil at this moment, and all kinds of complicated emotions hit his soul.
On the one hand, his son’s life was in danger, and that was his only blood and hope in this world; on the other hand, a difficult choice lay in his mind, causing him great pain.
Rong Shishan continued, "He is so young and still has vital signs. Xiaoji has always regarded him as his spiritual pillar.
If he knew that you made some extreme decisions to save him, would he be able to forgive you when he wakes up in the future?"
Gu Qinming listened to Rong Shishan's words with a puzzled look on her face. She asked softly, "Assistant Rong, what are you talking about?"
Song Shijie's whole body couldn't stop shaking, and his lips trembled as well. His voice was choked with sobs and determination as he said:
"What can I do? I only have this one child. Do you want me to watch him die without helping him?"
As soon as he finished speaking, he seemed to have exhausted all his strength, stepped into the car, and then slammed the door shut, and resolutely instructed the driver: "Let's go to Goldsmith Bay!"
A crowd of people looked at Song Shijie's car slowly driving out of the gate of the City Central Hospital with complicated and confused expressions.
The car went farther and farther away, as if carrying Song Shijie's tangled and heavy soul, disappearing from everyone's sight.
All that remained was the slightly empty road in front of the hospital and the lingering tension and solemnity in the air.
No one knows what decision Song Shijie will make on this trip to Goldsmith Bay, and what kind of earth-shaking changes it will bring to everything that follows.
In the quiet and luxurious area of Goldsmith Bay, there is a villa that is like a paradise.
Inside the villa, the cozy bedroom is decorated exquisitely and elegantly. The snow-white bed is like a quiet harbor. Jiang Chengyu is immersed in a deep dream.
The sunlight shines through the thin curtains, casting a few soft rays of light, as if covering this world with a layer of dreamy gauze.
Jiang Shuo was like a loyal little guard, staying close to Jiang Chengyu.
He practiced tirelessly every day, practicing the internal energy techniques that his little daddy Jiang Chengyu carefully taught him.
At this moment, beads of sweat had already seeped out densely on his tender little cheeks. The beads of sweat as big as beans slowly slid down his cheeks and soaked his collar.
He closed his eyes tightly, his expression extremely focused, as if the whole world had ceased to exist, and only the martial arts running in his body was his everything at this moment.
The chubby right hand was placed firmly in Jiang Chengyu's palm, as if conveying some mysterious and warm power.
From a martial arts professional perspective, the internal skills that Jiang Shuo practices focus on guiding the flow of qi in the body through specific breathing methods.
At this moment, the airflow was flowing along Jiang Shuo's small body veins in an orderly manner, and then slowly injected into Jiang Chengyu's body and shuttled through it.
The amazing thing is that during the process of transmission and blending of breath, the complexions of the father and son became more rosy, and their breathing became more even, as if they had reached a wonderful tacit understanding and balance.
Guan Shan and Yan Kai, who had been with Jiang Shuo for a long time, were also subtly influenced by him.
Every day at dawn, when the sky was just turning pale, they would try to apply the enlightenment skills according to the techniques Jiang Shuo had described.
During this process, they tried hard to adjust their breathing frequency, feel the subtle changes in the breath in their bodies, and tried to grasp the true meaning of this mysterious skill.
In this peaceful and tranquil atmosphere, a sharp and rapid sound of brakes, like an arrow piercing the calm surface of a lake, suddenly broke the tranquility of the Goldsmith Bay Villa.
The sound came clearly from the yard. It turned out to be Song Shijie's car. The driver and security guards hurried forward and said with concern: "Mr. Song, please get off slowly."
However, today Song Shijie did not wait calmly for the security guard to open the car door as usual and then get out of the car steadily.
At this moment, he was extremely anxious and couldn't wait to open the car door by himself. Then he rushed to the second floor of the villa with quick steps. His eager steps seemed to carry some urgent mission.
Inside the villa, Aunt Zhao was busy preparing breakfast in the kitchen. She had just put the egg tarts in the oven and set the timer, and a sweet aroma wafted from the oven.
Just then, she heard the sound of footsteps coming hurriedly up the stairs.
Aunt Zhao hurried out of the restaurant, looking towards the stairs in confusion, and couldn't help muttering, "Hey? The master is back! Look how hurried he is."
The trip to Paris must have been exhausting. Judging from his expression, the master seems a little tired. It seems I need to prepare another bowl of egg custard for him to replenish his energy."
After saying that, she turned around and walked quickly into the kitchen, picked up the eggs skillfully, and began to prepare nutritious egg custard for Song Shijie.
Song Shijie ran all the way, his footsteps creating a gust of wind on the smooth floor, and in a moment he arrived at the door of Jiang Chengyu's bedroom.
His hand trembled slightly as he slowly stretched it out, his five fingers tightly gripping the cold door handle. It seemed as if he had used up all his strength before he pushed the door open steadily.
The door slowly opened, and the scene inside the room came into view. Jiang Shuo's small figure was seen, with his back to the door.
He quietly stood by Jiang Chengyu's bed, his focused look like he was guarding the most precious treasure in the world.
Song Shijie stood at the door, his throat seemed to be choked by something, and he swallowed hard.
In an instant, the past scenes flashed through my mind like a movie. Jiang Chengyu's sunny smile,
As if it could dispel all the haze in the world, that smile was filled with endless love for Chou Bao;
There was also the scene late at night when Jiang Chengyu held Choubao in his arms and fell asleep on the sofa without realizing it. His arms were so warm and so reassuring, like a harbor that would always protect Choubao from wind and rain.
At this moment, these images were like sharp blades, mercilessly piercing Song Shijie's heart, making his heart feel as if it was being cut by thousands of blades.
Every memory seemed to remind him that the unconscious Jiang Chengyu in front of him was really
What an important existence it is, and how difficult and cruel the decision I will have to make next will be...