novelraw Chapter 412 - 209. The child is not in danger, it’s just Mrs. Mu..._3
Chapter 412 - 209. The child is not in danger, it’s just Mrs. Mu..._3
Nan Ze returned from the director’s office to the outside of the emergency room, his Western features showed no expression as he walked to the window, taking out a cigarette pack and lighter from his suit pants pocket.He first lit one up for himself, took two puffs, then handed one to Mu Jin Huan while looking at the endless night outside.
His voice was calm, "I’ll handle Huai Yu’s issue, you stay out of it."
Since returning to the North Shore Villa from Nan Wan, Mu Jin Huan rarely smoked, only occasionally would he smoke two when encountering tricky matters, but never at home and definitely not in front of her.
For men, nicotine has a peculiar ability to calm the mind amidst myriad thoughts.
He glanced down, then accepted the cigarette and lit it.
Blue-white smoke exhaled from his slender lips, circling past his chiseled features, across his short black hair, and finally dissipating into the air.
His voice, deep and slightly hoarse from the tobacco, said, "The Nan Family’s matters are my matters; Paris may be a bit far, but if I stretch my hand, I can still barely reach."
Maintaining the same position for an extended period had left his feet somewhat numb, his tightened nerves never relaxing for even a moment.
The heavy rain, brewed over an entire day, finally broke the sky, and the violent wind carried bean-sized raindrops, like countless whips harshly whipping against the glass with a crackling sound.
If her mother hadn’t had an accident, if the sanatorium hadn’t passed him the message, if he hadn’t called home...
Then, while she lay in the cold rescue room, he should have been in the cabin flying to Paris, completely unaware.
Wanwan, I heard you, I heard you calling me.
You are in so much pain, so am I.
Wanwan, I want you, so you definitely cannot leave me...
Nan Ze’s calm, dark eyes held a hint of restlessness. After extinguishing the cigarette butt in his hand, he lit a second one, "You should focus your energy on solving those so-called responsibilities and troubles. I hope there won’t be a next time for this kind of situation."
Compared to Lu Li, this friend he had known for thirty years was more suitable for his sister; he entrusted Wanwan to Mu Jin Huan because he believed Mu Jin Huan had the ability to protect her.
And not... push the princess he protected into another abyss.
Next time?
How could there be a next time...
With half the cigarette left, Mu Jin Huan worried that when Mrs. Mu woke up, she wouldn’t like the smell of smoke on him, so he stopped smoking, merely keeping it between his fingers.
His arm hung at his side, blue-white smoke curling upwards, the whole person shrouded in mystery, his half-lidded dark eyes gloomy.
He certainly wouldn’t kill that person, rather he’d make this person who dared to touch Mrs. Mu suffer worse than death.
"Have you investigated the sanatorium incident clearly?"
Although Nan Chengzhi had long withdrawn those black-clothed bodyguards from outside the sanatorium’s room 1105, Jiang Xiaoman, his birth mother, was now trapped in a square prison. As a man of blood, Nan Huaiyu would definitely not give up easily.
Thus, Nan Ze had left some of his men near the hospital.
Nan Ze’s Western features were sharp and cold, his voice indifferent, "Seized the gap during the bodyguards’ shift change and snuck into the ward, clearly well-prepared. The surveillance was damaged, the footage blurry, can’t even tell if it’s a man or a woman, only see a white coat."
With so many people coming and going in the sanatorium every day, especially during meal shift changes, finding that person within a few hours with just a vague image is very difficult.
No one spoke again.
Time passed second by second, a long wait.
The rain outside grew heavier, Liu An returned to the interrogation room, glanced at the two men and one woman wearing handcuffs, and dialed Mu Jin Huan’s number.
"President Mu, the taxi driver and the people who kidnapped Mrs. Mu have been found and are at the police station. What do you think..."
Mu Jin Huan gently turned the already extinguished cigarette butt, his chiseled features indifferent and fierce, the whole person hidden in the dim corner of the corridor, like a night assassin able to slit throats.
Dangerous, terrifying.
His deep voice surged with an undercurrent, "Bring the people out."
Liu An was a bit surprised, "Bring, bring them out?"
To take the people who caused Mrs. Mu to lay in the emergency room for five hours without coming out, out of the police station just like that???
About half a minute later, Liu An heard Mu Jin Huan say on the other end of the line, "Bring them to the basement of that villa in the South Suburb, find a few friends to keep them company, make sure to leave half a life for me, not even one extra breath."
Like a sinister demon from hell.
This kind of President Mu, he had never seen before, even making him involuntarily shiver.
Placing the phone into his suit pants pocket, he walked to the side of the interrogation officer, politely, "These three people are wanted by Mr. Mu, hope you can accommodate and let me take them."
The interrogation officer stood up, "I can’t make that decision, the Chief is in the office, I’ll take you over."
Liu An nodded, "That’s fine too."
Without the superiors speaking, they indeed couldn’t handle it well.
In the Chief’s office, Liu An repeated what he just said.
The Chief, who had braved the pouring rain to rush over, was half-soaked, with the few remaining strands of hair pitifully plastered to his scalp, showing a troubled expression, "This, this is against regulations."
"On the surface, indeed it is, but actually it’s just a matter of a word from you, Chief," Liu An’s attitude remained humble and polite, although his gaze at the Chief carried more sharpness, "Or is it that Mr. Mu has to come personally?"
...
China time, 12:09 a.m.
The red light outside the emergency room went out, and an exhausted doctor walked out, the most experienced obstetrician in this hospital.
Forty-five years old, nearly six hours of surgery, her body was somewhat exhausted.
Mu Jin Huan walked over quickly, followed closely by Nan Ze, both outstanding men with a hint of tension in their eyes, "How is it?"
The doctor removed her mask, her face weary, "The child’s vital signs are temporarily stable, however... this girl’s condition wasn’t good to begin with, and it seems she previously suffered from extreme cold. If, if she doesn’t come out of danger within twenty-four hours, then it’ll be troublesome."
If she doesn’t come out of danger within twenty-four hours, then it’ll be troublesome...
These two sentences echoed like a curse in Mu Jin Huan’s ears, word by word, seemingly tearing apart his rationality.
The furrows between his brows deepened, the large hand hanging at his side gradually clenching before slowly releasing.
He nodded to the doctor and said two words, "Thank you."
The assistant physician in the rescue room pushed the hospital bed out, the person lying on the bed had her eyes closed, long hair soaked in sweat sticking to her cheeks, her breathing very weak.
Mu Jin Huan looked at that pale little face, his heart squeezed as if being gripped by a hand, throbbing with ache.
All his focus and nerves were drawn by her, Mu Jin Huan moved his heavy legs, following the hospital bed forward.
After putting the baby in the incubator, the nurse walked out of the ward and told Nan Ze, "It’s a boy, four and a half pounds."
The angel arrived two months early, from the mother’s belly to this world.
Nan Ze stood outside the ward, seeing only two tiny feet through the glass, suddenly recalling the night when Jiashu was born.
It was the same dark night, the same heavy rain.
"I’m Nan Ze, go tell your supervisor that regardless of the other babies’ treatments, someone must attend here 24 hours a day," after speaking, Nan Ze turned and took out his cell phone to call his wife.
Soon, Nan Wan was wheeled into the only ICU ward of this hospital, the smell of disinfectant stronger than in the corridor, very clean, but the walls were white to the point of glaring.
The bubbles from the oxygen tank, the beeping sounds of precision instruments...
Mu Jin Huan leaned down, his thin lips close to the woman’s ear, forming an embrace posture, "Wanwan, can you hear me?"