Chapter 53: This year, Mr. Gu had a cold mountain wind after the rain...
The mountain breeze was chilly after the rain, dusk was falling, and a light bulb was hung in the medical tent. The dim light shone on Gu Xingjue, his eyes flickering with deep emotions hidden in them.
Chen Song lowered his eyes and took a deep breath for a moment, then turned and walked to the shelf to get the medical tools.
The smile on Gu Xingjue's face faded. He looked at the figure he had longed for so long with a solemn expression. He clenched his fists lightly, and only then did he feel the pain in his arms. This injury was nothing compared to his usual extreme sports.
He was in pain, his heart aching, aching so much it made him numb, like lemonade squeezed out of a snoring tube, flowing back into his mouth and turning dry and bitter. He parted his lips slightly, the bitterness too much to speak.
It was not until he saw Chen Song coming towards him with a small plastic box that he smiled and his heart began to beat rapidly.
"Chen Song..." Gu Xingjue called him softly.
Chen Song didn't look at him as he walked to the table: "Come here."
Gu Xingjue strode up, sat on the chair next to the table, and looked up at Chen Song.
Chen Song's face was so dirty it was hard to tell his features clearly. His eyes and brows were filled with weariness. His frame was thin and lean, seemingly still without flesh, clinging tightly to his polluted skin. His white coat seemed much looser, a breeze blowing through it and revealing a faint slender waistline.
Chen Song used scissors to cut open the shirt around the wound. When he touched the tight and strong muscles through a layer of bandage, his hand was so burned that he almost pulled it back.
Yu Guangzhong felt Gu Xingjue's gaze was burning hot. Chen Song didn't know if it was because of him that he felt stuffy, dizzy, and his stomach ached. He took a few imperceptible deep breaths and used tweezers to pick up the alcohol cotton to wipe the blood around the wound.
The medical tent was crowded with people coming in and out, and the noise was chaotic. The two of them didn't say a word to each other during the process, and everything around them was like their background.
After the wound was disinfected, Chen Song began to wrap the bandage, tie knots, cut it, and finished.
"Don't get it wet for three days, and change the bandage every day," Chen Song said as he sorted through his medicine box. "Go get a tetanus shot from the nurse, and they'll give you the medicine you need."
"Okay." Gu Xingjue's eyes were still glued to him.
"Don't lift anything heavy these days. Go back, it's too dangerous."
"You also know the danger," Gu Xingjue said in a deep voice, "You still come here knowing the danger. Do you know..."
Do you know that when I saw the news...my heart died.
Chen Song slowed down a moment in putting the medicine bottle away, closed the box, and turned away without listening to his next words.
Gu Xingjue could not hide the loneliness in his eyes. After so much difficulty in meeting each other, Chen Song and he had the same topic as before, which was nothing more than driving him away.
"Boss Gu!" A young man wearing black-framed glasses and a polo shirt walked out the door. "The Xie family's troops have already cleared the intersection. All volunteers, come here immediately."
"Yeah." Gu Xingjue replied nonchalantly, his eyes fixed on Chen Song's back. Chen Song placed the medicine box on the tool rack and stood on tiptoe to pick up the large box at the top.
"You're injured, Mr. Gu!" the young man exclaimed, seeing his shirt covered in blood. "I'll call a doctor right away to check you out!"
"No need. Can't you see that the person has been bandaged?" Gu Xingjue's voice was a little gentler than usual. After he finished speaking, he stood up, walked past him, walked to Chen Song, and helped him take the box down.
"Wherever you want to move it, I'll move it for you." Seeing Chen Song remained silent, Gu Xingjue shook the box and added, "This one is heavy."
Chen Song's forehead was covered with a thin layer of cold sweat. His stomachache made him frown slightly. He nodded slightly and forced himself to stay calm for a moment. His voice was still trembling as he said, "Move it next to the little girl who was just brought in."
Gu Xingjue took a step forward: "What's wrong with you? Are you feeling unwell?"
Chen Song shook his head, gritted his teeth and endured the pain of the stomach cramps. After feeling a little better, he took Gu Xingjue away and said, "Come with me."
Gu Xingjue frowned, feeling uneasy, but didn't say much. He followed Chen Song with the box in his hand.
"Let me serve it, Mr. Gu." The young man who had been watching from the side came forward and said.
He was Wen Zhuo, Gu Xingjue's chief assistant, and had been with him for over six months. Since joining Yansheng Group, Gu Xingjue had had over a dozen assistants, some of whom were fired because Gu Xingjue disliked them for being too stupid, while others resigned because they couldn't stand his sullen temper and intense work ethic.
The reason why Wen Zhuo stayed with Gu Xingjue for such a long time was not only because he was a hardworking workaholic but also because he was good at observing people's words and expressions. He made inquiries from many sources before officially taking up the position, and after spending about a month with him, he had a pretty good idea of Gu Xingjue's habits.
The most important point is that when Gu Xingjue was drunk one time, he accidentally learned that this cold-faced boss had a deep secret.
The King of Hell, who was resolute and decisive in his work, actually cried uncontrollably for one person. The next day, after sobering up, Wen Zhuo pretended to know nothing. He thought Gu Xingjue had also forgotten about the incident.
But a week later, Gu Xingjue directly asked Wen Zhuo to find someone to work in a hospital in Wen City, South City, and let that person occasionally take photos of a person's daily life and show them to him.
That person was the one Gu Xingjue had called out to when he was drunk. The man in the photo was handsome and indifferent, like the melancholy handsome man in an ancient painting. Wen Zhuo tentatively asked Gu Xingjue why he didn't go and see it in person.
He regretted asking that question, feeling it was unnecessary. Gu Xingjue was a workaholic who only needed four hours of sleep a day, so how could he have the time to meet him? Just as he was about to change the subject, he heard Gu Xingjue say calmly, "He doesn't want to see me. I'm afraid I won't be able to help talking to him if I go."
Later, Wen Zhuo also found out that Gu Xingjue had actually secretly gone to see it once during the Chinese New Year.
Wen Zhuo had heard of Gu Xingjue's reputation as the most dissolute playboy in Beijing, but only Wen Zhuo knew that he had turned over a new leaf and changed his ways.
No matter how many people were offered social events, he refused them coldly. Until one day, a business partner called in a person who looked a bit like the one in the photo to curry favor with him. Gu Xingjue flew into a rage, and no one dared to try to please him with affection or sex anymore.
Wen Zhuo had witnessed Gu Xingjue's forbearance and thought that time would make him forget. But Gu Xingjue, who was on a business trip to the United States two days ago, rushed to this village like crazy overnight after seeing the news.
Gu Xingjue mobilized the Xie family's power and sent troops for support, but when he was almost there, the road was blocked by rubble. He immediately mobilized a helicopter for rescue.
Just like that, Wen Zhuo also saw the man in the photo. He looked thinner in person than in the photo, and his body was covered with mud and stains, and he could not see the handsome and fair skin in the photo. Perhaps it was because of this miserable state that his gray eyes looked even more sad and deep.
Wen Zhuo had been following Gu Xingjue for more than half a year, and he had never seen him so servile. He was also injured, and if something happened, how would he explain to Old Master Gu?
Gu Xingjue just glanced at him and continued walking forward with the box. Wen Zhuo followed him anxiously, not knowing what to do.
"Go take care of the people you brought with you and hand over the command to the commander-in-chief here. Don't worry about me." Gu Xingjue paused, then curled his lips slightly and said, "I have someone taking care of me here."
Wen Zhuo wiped the sweat from his forehead. Seeing his worthless CEO look, he said helplessly, "Well, you... take care of yourself. The support team will be here soon. Just call me if you need anything."
"Um."
After Wen Zhuo left, Gu Xingjue quickly stepped forward and walked side by side with Chen Song. Chen Song glanced at him and said, "How many people did you bring with you?"
Gu Xingjue said, "Two thousand firefighters, one thousand medical personnel. There were also one thousand people stuck in the blocked road."
Chen Song's eyes widened slightly. He hadn't expected Gu Xingjue to bring so many people with him. When he arrived, the scattered support, medical staff, and firefighters totaled just over 1,200 people. The secondary collapse had killed and injured over 400 people. Gu Xingjue's support was truly inspiring.
Chen Song still didn't believe that Gu Xingjue had come. His head was burning hot and his stomach began to ache again. He blinked tiredly and rubbed his temples to wake himself up.
The two men walked through the ground covered with wounded people and came to the mat where the mother and daughter were being treated.
The mother and daughter lay together, both hooked up to IV drips, while two nurses tended to their lacerations. Chen Song squatted down and asked, "How are the mother and daughter's injuries?"
Gu Xingjue put the cardboard box down and squatted opposite Chen Song to look at him.
The nurse replied, "The injuries aren't serious. No bones were broken, just superficial. He's been in the pit for too long and is experiencing oxygen deprivation. He hasn't eaten in a while, so he's receiving an IV."
Chen Song nodded, his chin lifted as he lifted the box on the ground. "These are the clean clothes and shoes I brought. Please change them for the patients when it's convenient."
"good."
"Uncle...Uncle..." The unconscious little girl woke up at this time, shouting weakly, looking at Gu Xingjue with heavy eyelids, and quickly closed her eyes again, "First...save mom first..."
After she finished her last words, she fainted again. The woman beside her burst into tears: "Nannan..."
"Thank you, thank you so much... I really don't know how to thank you..." The woman was a little excited.
Chen Song was moved, tears welling up in his eyes. In just a few days, he had witnessed the cruelty of life and death, and was deeply in awe of the fragility of life.
The secondary collapse not only caused physical casualties, but also deeply shocked the souls of all medical staff and firefighters. This kind of psychological trauma is difficult to heal.
If Gu Xingjue hadn't brought the rescue team, the survivors really wouldn't know how to hold on.
The two nurses also had tears in their eyes.
"I don't know how to thank you. Just take good care of yourself," Gu Xingjue said with a gentle smile, breaking the heavy atmosphere. "You'll have a long time to think about it later."
"Okay... okay..." the woman sobbed, tears streaming down her face.
"Chen Song! Who is Chen Song?" A firefighter came in with a phone. "Someone is calling you."
Chen Song looked back in a daze, then slowly stood up. After squatting for a long time, his vision became a little dark when he stood up. His legs were so numb that he was about to fall back when Gu Xingjue helped him.
"Where do you feel uncomfortable?"
"It's okay," Chen Song shook his head and stepped forward and said, "I am."
"It's your hospital headquarters calling."
Chen Song took the phone, and the firefighter turned and ran away: "Send it to Area 1 after the fight."
Chen Song nodded and put the phone to his ear: "Hello, this is Chen Song."
An unexpected voice came from the other end of the line.
"Xiao Song, I'm Jingsheng." Yun Jingsheng's voice was filled with joy, but also with some anxiety.
"Brother Jingsheng..." Chen Song's blurt-out call attracted Gu Xingjue's deep gaze.
Chen Song exchanged a glance with him, then turned and walked out: "What's wrong, Brother Jing Sheng?"
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