MTLNOVEL Chapter 670 - 670: Protecting the Child of Chaomu
Chapter 670: Chapter 670: Protecting the Child of Chaomu
“I’m her husband.” Shen Chi walked over, pressing his voice low and hoarse.
The nurse took a glance at Shen Chi. This man was very tall and had an imposing presence, even with… injuries on his face.
“Please sign here.” The nurse handed him the document.
“How is my wife?” Shen Chi frowned.
“We’re doing our best to save her child, but we can only try our best. So, please sign this document, and we will administer some medications to her,” the nurse said calmly.
Shen Chi knew he had no choice.
He picked up the pen and signed his name with a heavy heart.
“You must save her child,” Shen Chi looked at her, his tone firm.
“Sir, we will do our best. It’s good that she was brought in on time, but you need to consider some possible consequences.”
The nurse spoke earnestly to Shen Chi, and after finishing, she glanced at Shen Chi and Nie Chenglang.
Both men were seriously injured. She casually mentioned, “Gentlemen, perhaps you should get those wounds treated.”
“It’s not necessary.” Both men almost spoke in unison.
The nurse immediately fell silent, sensing a chill from both men.
“I’ll go to the ward first. We’ll let you know if there’s any news,” the nurse said.
After speaking, she walked away with the folder.
Nie Chenglang glanced at Shen Chi and said indifferently, “Do you really want to save Chaomu’s child?”
Shen Chi gave him a cold look without saying a word and walked toward the window in the corner.
He lit a cigarette, his eyes deep as he silently watched the dark night outside.
The distant lights were twinkling, but the area around the hospital was quiet. There was a large lawn outside the window, so quiet that the sound of insects on the grass could be heard.
The smoke curled up, and the light of the cigarette flared and faded in the corner.
As Shen Chi left, Nie Chenglang didn’t say anything further.
Time ticked by second by second, and soon, Shen Chi’s cigarette burned to the end.
After finishing it, he absentmindedly picked up another one and continued smoking.
Nie Chenglang waited outside, his eyebrows tightly knitted in silence.
The matter with Deputy Director Zhou that evening had still not been clarified.
If what Deputy Director Zhou said was true, then was Chaomu’s child that man’s?
But why did Xu Chaomu say she knew whose child it was?
How did she come to know?
After that night in Paris, all the way until they returned to their country, Xu Chaomu thought the child was his, thinking that the one who was with her that night was him, Nie Chenglang!
If Xu Chaomu really knew, it meant she found out later.
So much time had passed, could Xu Chaomu truly know? Or was it just something she blurted out in a moment of desperation…
The night breeze blew in from the window, causing a faint ache in the bruises on Shen Chi’s face.
But he seemed to be oblivious to it all, except for that spot over his heart.
The night was so quiet, he remembered walking hand in hand with her, strolling outside.
He would make her laugh, and she would giggle nonstop.
She wanted to hear him play the piano, so he would go to the music room and play her favorite pieces…
The end of summer was a melancholic season, flowers withering, leaves turning brown, everything shrouded in sorrowful colors…
Just last night, he had given her 9,999 roses, a symbol of forever, for a long time to come.
Just last night, he had proposed to her, and she had accepted with a smile.
During the night, she said the baby kicked, and she couldn’t sleep, so he soothed her to rest.
Such times were tender and beautiful.
But now, her child was facing the danger of not being saved.
From her every word and deed, he knew how much she loved her baby…
She was such a lazy person, yet she patiently and meticulously knitted sweaters for her baby. Stitch by stitch, with ultimate patience.
The nights at summer’s end carried an endless sense of sorrow in the air.
One cigarette finished, then another. He chain-smoked, the smoke wreathing around him.
He didn’t know how many cigarettes he went through when finally, a doctor came out.
The female doctor in a white coat took off her mask and said softly to the outside, “Who is Mr. Shen Chi?”
“I am.”
Hearing the voice, Shen Chi extinguished his cigarette, strode out of the room, and stood in front of the doctor.
Nie Chenglang hadn’t left either. Hearing the doctor’s voice, he too became alert.
“The patient’s condition has stabilized. Fortunately, there’s no bleeding. I’ve given her an IV, and she’ll need care throughout the night. If everything is fine by tomorrow morning, the child will be safe,” the doctor explained methodically.
“How is she doing?”
“The patient is not in a good emotional state, quite down. I suggest not to upset her.”
“I got it.” Shen Chi nodded.
“Right, if you need anything, you can call me anytime. I’m on duty tonight.”
“Got it.”
The doctor smiled at Shen Chi, holding her items, and left.
Hearing the doctor’s words, Nie Chenglang’s heart finally relaxed, and the weight he had been carrying lifted.
As soon as she left, Shen Chi entered the ward.
Indeed, Xu Chaomu’s hand was hooked to an IV, a bottle of medicine dripping slowly.
The room’s lights were on, making Xu Chaomu’s pale complexion even more apparent.
One of her hands was outside the blanket, the other on her abdomen, sitting quietly, eyes looking forward blankly.
As soon as Shen Chi entered, he was struck by the strong smell of medicine. The ward was empty except for Xu Chaomu.
He slowly approached, making his way to her bedside and crouched down.
“Mumu…” his voice hoarse, he called out to her.
Xu Chaomu didn’t respond or even turn to look at him.
Shen Chi didn’t know what to say, but fortunately, her child had been saved.
The ward was so quiet; there was no sound.
Shen Chi didn’t know what to say; his large hand clutched hers that lay on her stomach.
Her hand was cold, like a block of ice.
Shen Chi felt heartache and tried to warm her hand with his.
However, as soon as he laid his hand on hers, she withdrew it, not letting him touch her.
Her lips were pale, and her whole being seemed lifeless, like a piece of paper.
She smelled the strong scent of cigarette smoke on him, wrinkled her nose, and didn’t want to get close.
Five years ago, even though Shen Chi could yell at her and bang on the table, he never said anything that would break her heart.
Five years later, Shen Chi could say such piercing words.
He said, “I gave her countless trusts, but is this how she repays me? Xu Chaomu, I’ll never trust a word you say again!”
Just yesterday, she had forgiven him, and yet, today he was like this again.
Those 9,999 roses seemed like a dream, and naïvely, she had mistaken the dream for reality.
“Mumu,” he called her again.
His voice sounded full of heartache.