klisemfg Chapter 982 Both sons and daughters
Chapter 982 Both sons and daughters
In the lobby of Kunming Central Hospital, Mu Xiaoji's footsteps were hurried and loud.
The smell of disinfectant permeating the air added to the already tense atmosphere, making it even more solemn.
He knew the layout of the place by heart and went straight to the disinfection room almost instinctively.
Every step felt like stepping on everyone's anxious hearts.
At the entrance to the operating room at the end of the corridor, Teng Zijing and Xiang Xiaowu were already waiting anxiously.
Seeing Xing Zhongxing and Wu Lan approaching, Teng Zijing asked in a hoarse voice, "Where is President Mu?"
"He went straight to the sterilization room to prepare for surgery." Xing Zhongxing's voice was also tinged with barely perceptible tension.
Everyone turned around, their gazes fixed on the red sign on the operating room door, the red standing out starkly against the pale light.
No one spoke; only the suppressed breathing of the others echoed in the corridor.
Everyone silently prayed in their hearts—that Jiang Chengyu would be safe.
In the disinfection room, Mu Xiaoji quickly put on a sterile gown, her face mostly covered by a mask.
Only a pair of eyes, bloodshot yet exceptionally sharp, were visible.
He pushed open the operating room door and strode in, his eyes immediately fixed anxiously on Jiang Chengyu on the operating table.
The person lay on the cold operating table, their face as pale as a sheet of paper.
His lips were completely bloodless, and the faint rise and fall of his chest made it almost impossible to sense any signs of life.
Mu Xiaoji's heart clenched suddenly. She slowly reached out and stroked his cheek, her eyes filled with complex emotions.
She bent down and softly called out in a voice only the two of them could hear: "Little monster, I'm back."
His voice was soft, with a barely perceptible tremor and tenderness:
"You have to hold on, do you hear me? I won't let you leave me, our children... and you definitely won't leave them, you understand?"
Dr. Liu, whose eyes were brimming with tears, quickly stepped forward and reported in a deep voice, "President Mu, all preparations are complete. Please give your instructions."
Mu Xiaoji took a deep breath, and when she looked up again, the weariness and vulnerability in her eyes had been replaced by an almost fierce focus.
He looked at the live video on the screen, his fingertips quickly tracing patterns on the virtual organ diagram, his voice calm and crisp: "Surgery begins."
"Blood pressure 85/50, heart rate 110."
"Blood oxygen saturation 90%, continuous oxygen supply."
"Hemostats." Mu Xiaoji stretched out his hand, and before he could finish speaking, the scrub nurse had already steadily placed the forceps into his palm.
His movements were precise and steady; his years of surgical experience made him seem to become one with the instruments in his hands at that moment.
Every incision and every exploration was imbued with his full attention.
The fluctuating numbers on the monitor, the reports from medical staff, the soft clatter of instruments...
All the voices converged into an invisible force, supporting him in his race against time and death.
Outside the operating room, the people in the corridor remained silent.
The bright red signs were dazzling, as if silently telling the story of the thrilling contest inside.
Xiang Xiaowu clenched his fists tightly, his knuckles turning white; Teng Zijing leaned against the wall, his eyes fixed on the door, his brows furrowed.
Xing Zhongxing and Wu Lan stood side by side, their eyes filled with the same expectation.
Time passed little by little, each minute and second seeming to be stretched out infinitely.
As dawn broke and the clock in the corridor struck six in the morning,
The red light that had been burning all night finally went out slowly.
Everyone's heart jumped into their throat at that moment.
The nerves of everyone outside the operating room tensed instantly. The heavy iron door was pushed open with a bang, and Mu Xiaoji dragged out, her legs feeling like lead.
The white coat was still stained with blood, and her face was even paler than Jiang Chengyu's on the operating table.
Teng Zijing rushed forward and grabbed his arm tightly.
Her voice trembled with excitement: "President Mu! How is Jiang Chengyu?"
Mu Xiaoji took off her mask, her lips moved, and her voice was as soft as a candle in the wind: "The surgery... was very successful."
Before he could finish speaking, his body went limp and he fell straight backward.
"President Mu!"
"Dr. Mu!"
Screams erupted as people rushed to his aid. A nurse who followed closely behind saw the situation...
He hurriedly shouted, "Quickly, take Dr. Mu to his ward! He's been performing surgeries continuously and has been traveling all this way; he's completely exhausted!"
A group of people hurriedly lifted Mu Xiaoji onto the stretcher and rushed towards the ward.
Only Xiang Xiaowu remained in the corridor, staring at the closed operating room door.
Tears finally streamed down her face, choked with a sigh of relief: "Thank goodness... President Jiang is alright..."
In the intensive care unit, Jiang Chengyu lay on the hospital bed, his body covered in various tubes.
Connected to the adjacent instrument, the waveforms jumping on the screen proved the continuation of life.
His eyelids trembled slightly, as if he were having a long dream.
In my dream, it was the courtyard of Jinyang Villa, bathed in warm sunlight. Xiao Yue was heavily pregnant.
With Mu Huiying's support, he took a slow walk, his steps clumsy yet full of anticipation.
Mu Huiying's face was full of smiles as she patted Xiao Yue's hand and said, "Xiao Yue,
You've worked so hard these past few days. The children will see their dad in a few days!
Xiao Yue smiled and touched his belly, softly saying to the inside, "Babies, aren't you eager to see Daddy?"
That laughter, so full of happiness, sounded like needles pricking Jiang Chengyu's heart.
He stood in the shadows not far away, watching this scene of family joy, and felt like an outsider.
"Look at Xiao Ji, he's been by your side every step of the way these past few days, looking forward to the baby's birth. He's so silly," Mu Huiying teased.
Xiao Yue also laughed: "Young Master has always loved children. It was his regret that he couldn't see Chou Bao born. This time, he's naturally very happy to give Chou Bao a younger brother or sister."
Jiang Chengyu clenched his fists and turned to leave quietly, but then he heard Mu Huiying suddenly exclaim, "Xiao Yue! What's wrong with you?"
"Madam... I... I'm going into labor..." Xiao Yue's face turned pale, and she bent over in pain. "Quickly call for the young master..."
"Xiao Ji! Xiao Ji! Come quick! Xiao Yue is about to give birth!" Mu Huiying shouted anxiously into the villa, but no one answered.
Jiang Chengyu's heart tightened, and he rushed over: "Mom, Xiao Yue..."
"Yu'er? You're back?" Mu Huiying was both surprised and delighted, her expression complex.
Xiao Yue was already sprawled on the ground in pain, his groans tugging at everyone's hearts: "Young Master Jiang...it hurts so much..."
"Don't be afraid, Xiao Yue, I'm here." Jiang Chengyu squatted down, trying to make his voice sound calm. "I'll take you to the hospital right away."
The scene shifts, and he's already running towards the obstetrics and gynecology department with the medical staff pushing a stretcher.
Xiao Yue gripped his hand tightly, her knuckles turning white: "Young Master Jiang...it hurts so much..."
"Hang in there, second pregnancies usually start faster than first ones," Jiang Chengyu comforted her.
But her gaze involuntarily drifted towards the entrance of the delivery room—why hasn't Xiao Ji arrived yet?
The moment the stretcher was pushed into the delivery room, Xiao Yue's hand was still tightly wrapped around his fingers, as if grasping at a lifeline.
The doctor stepped forward and pulled them apart: "Gentlemen, please wait at the door. Family members are not allowed to enter."
One by one, the fingertips were pried apart, and the meager warmth vanished abruptly.
Jiang Chengyu stood outside the door, listening to the cries of pain coming from inside, feeling a deep emptiness in his heart.
He wanted to go in and help, but was blocked by an invisible wall, just like he had been all these years.
Always standing on the edge of Mu Xiaoji's world, visible but untouchable.
"Xiao Ji..." he murmured unconsciously, his eyelids suddenly trembling.
The waveform on the monitor suddenly showed a slight fluctuation, and the nurse next to her immediately became alert, leaning over to check: "The patient is responding!"
The corridor outside the delivery room seemed exceptionally long, and Jiang Chengyu paced back and forth.
Sweat soaked my sleeves, and every step I took was a testament to my anxious heartbeat.
Mu Huiying was also anxious, pacing back and forth at the door, peeking through the crack every now and then.
It was as if by doing so, one could see through the door and see what was inside.
He took out his phone, swiped his finger across the screen, and finally tapped on Mu Xiaoji's number to dial it.
But a cold, impersonal voice came through the receiver: "The number you dialed is not in service. Please try again later."
Jiang Chengyu gripped his phone tightly, his knuckles turning white—Xiao Yue said he really wanted to see the baby born, so why wasn't he here at this time?
Just then, the delivery room door creaked open. Mu Xiaoji walked out carrying a swaddled baby.
The smile on her face almost overflowed, her eyes and brows brimming with undisguised joy, and even her voice trembled:
"Mom! Xiaoyue gave birth! Xiaoyue gave birth! Look at this little one, so energetic! Does he look like me or Xiaoyue?"
The baby in the swaddling clothes cried loudly, like a string of silver bells shattering the anxiety outside the door.
Immediately afterwards, another doctor came out carrying a swaddled baby, smiling and congratulating him: "Congratulations, Mr. Mu, it's twins, a boy and a girl!"
"Oh my goodness! Twins!" Mu Huiying quickly stepped forward and took the babies from the doctor's arms.
I carefully lifted a corner of the swaddling clothes and looked at the wrinkled little face inside.
He couldn't stop smiling. "Little Ji is so lucky! Now he has both a son and a daughter!"
Jiang Chengyu stood a little distance away, watching Mu Xiaoji bend down and play with the baby in her arms.
Seeing Mu Huiying holding another child with eyes full of love, I couldn't help but smile, but my eyes quietly reddened.
He was like a spectator secretly watching from outside the realm of happiness, observing the halo of joy that enveloped him, feeling both warm and somewhat bittersweet.
The cries of babies rose and fell, like sweet, coquettish pleas, crashing against the walls of the corridor and touching the softest spot in his heart.
Mu Xiaoji seemed to notice his gaze, turned around, and waved at him with a smile:
"Little monster, come and see! This is your brother, and that's your sister!"
Jiang Chengyu froze for a moment, his feet seemingly rooted to the spot.
"Come on over here," Mu Xiaoji called out again, his tone so natural as if there had never been any distance between them.
He took a deep breath and slowly walked over. Mu Xiaoji moved the baby in her arms closer to him.
The little one had his eyes closed, his little fists clenched tightly, and his cries were loud and powerful.
"Look at his nose, doesn't it look like Yue Yunpeng's?" Mu Xiaoji's voice was full of curiosity.
Jiang Chengyu nodded, his throat tightening, and his eyes feeling even hotter.
He forced out trembling words through his teeth: "Xiao Ji, congratulations on having both a son and a daughter!"
In the intensive care unit, the ticking of the instruments was steady and regular.
Jiang Chengyu's eyelashes trembled slightly, and a clear liquid slid down the corner of his eye, disappearing into the pillow along his temple.
The nurse standing nearby quickly took notes: "The patient is producing tears and his consciousness is becoming more volatile."
Sunlight streamed through the window, falling on his pale face, as if gilding this long dream with a gentle golden edge.