Rebirth of Love: Jiang Ciyou's Counterattack Legend

Jiang Ciyou and Lu Jingchen's daughter, Xiaoyueliang, is now six months old. She looks like an exquisite little angel and has brought endless joy and warmth to this family. Every little movement and every babbling sound she makes makes Jiang Ciyou and Lu Jingchen very happy, as if the whole world revolves around this little life.

However, on a seemingly ordinary night, an accident broke the tranquility. Late at night, Jiang Ciyou got up to check on her daughter as usual. When she gently put her hand on Xiaoyueliang's forehead, her heart suddenly tightened - the child's forehead was burning hot, as if it was on fire. Her heart was instantly tightened, and she hurriedly woke up Lu Jingchen beside her: "Jingchen, wake up quickly, Xiaoyueliang has a fever!"

Lu Jingchen woke up from his sleep with a start. His usual calmness was completely gone at this moment, replaced by anxiety. He came to the crib almost instantly and touched his daughter's forehead. The hot touch made his face turn pale instantly. "Why did you suddenly have a fever? What should I do?" His voice was trembling. The business elite who was usually in command was completely confused in front of his daughter's illness.

Without any hesitation, Lu Jingchen immediately picked up the little Yueyue wrapped in the swaddling clothes and rushed out the door. Jiang Ciyou followed closely behind, and while frantically picking up her phone, wallet and medical insurance card, she did not forget to comfort Lu Jingchen: "Don't panic, let's go to the hospital now, Xiaoyueyue will be fine." But her own voice was trembling slightly because of worry.

The streets of the city were particularly deserted at night. Lu Jingchen drove all the way to the hospital at lightning speed. Jiang Ciyou sat in the back seat, hugging her daughter tightly, not daring to take her eyes off Xiaoyue's red face. From time to time, she gently stroked her daughter's forehead with her hand, trying to comfort her, and hummed a tuneless lullaby in her mouth, hoping to make the child feel a little more comfortable.

Lu Jingchen looked at the mother and daughter in the back seat through the rearview mirror, and he was extremely anxious. He held the steering wheel tightly with both hands, his knuckles turned white due to the force, and his forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat. Along the way, he kept running red lights, completely ignoring traffic rules. At this moment, in his heart, nothing was more important than his daughter's safety.

Finally, the car braked to a stop in front of the hospital emergency room. Lu Jingchen jumped out of the car, grabbed his daughter from Jiang Ciyou's arms, and rushed to the emergency room. Jiang Ciyou followed behind, looking at his slightly embarrassed but extremely determined back, her eyes couldn't help but moisten.

The emergency room was brightly lit and filled with people, but it was filled with a suffocating atmosphere of tension. Lu Jingchen held Xiaoyue in his arms and anxiously queued up at the triage desk, his eyes constantly searching for the figure of the nurse, and he kept muttering, "Why are there so many people? Can it be quicker?" Jiang Ciyou stood beside him, her hand gently on his arm, trying to give him some strength, but she herself was also in a state of anxiety.

After finally getting an appointment, it was time for another long wait. Lu Jingchen paced back and forth in the waiting area, anxious like a beast trapped in a cage. Little Yueyue was in his arms, crying non-stop because of the discomfort, her little face was flushed, and her little hands were waving in the air. Lu Jingchen felt very distressed. He hugged his daughter tightly and kept coaxing her softly: "Little Yueyue, be good, don't cry, don't cry, daddy is here, we can see the doctor soon." But his daughter's crying was like a sharp knife, piercing his heart.

Jiang Ciyou looked at her husband and daughter, feeling anxious and helpless. She walked to the water dispenser nearby, took a cup of warm water, and a wet towel, then returned to Lu Jingchen and said gently, "Jingchen, wipe Xiaoyue's face and give her some water to see if she feels better." Lu Jingchen took the towel and cup of water, carefully wiped his daughter's forehead and face, and put the cup of water to his daughter's mouth, but Xiaoyue cried so hard that she didn't cooperate at all, and the water spilled all over her.

Lu Jingchen looked at the soaked clothes, anxious but helpless. He simply unbuttoned his suit jacket and wrapped his daughter tighter, trying to give her more warmth. Jiang Ciyou looked at him and said softly, "Give me your jacket, you must be so tired holding her like this." But Lu Jingchen shook his head and said firmly, "I'm not tired, as long as Xiaoyue feels better, I'm fine with anything."

Finally, it was Xiaoyueliang's turn to see the doctor. Lu Jingchen rushed into the clinic holding his daughter. The doctor asked a few simple questions about her condition and examined Xiaoyueliang. Seeing the serious expression on the doctor's face, Lu Jingchen's heart rose to his throat. He held his daughter's hand tightly, as if this could give her strength.

The doctor wrote a prescription and gave a few precautions. Lu Jingchen listened carefully, not daring to miss a word. When the doctor finished speaking, he immediately carried Xiaoyue to pay the fee and get the medicine, and Jiang Ciyou followed behind to help carry things.

After taking the medicine, it was time for the infusion. The nurse came over with the infusion cart. Looking at Xiaoyueliang's tender little hand, Jiang Ci turned away with concern. Lu Jingchen held his daughter's other hand tightly and said softly, "Don't be afraid, Xiaoyueliang. It's just like a mosquito bite. It doesn't hurt." But when the nurse inserted the needle into Xiaoyueliang's blood vessel, his daughter still cried in pain. Lu Jingchen's eyes turned red instantly. He leaned over and gently kissed his daughter on the forehead, choking and saying, "Good baby, don't cry. We'll be fine after the infusion."

During the infusion, Xiao Yueliang's crying gradually subsided, but she still sobbed from time to time. Lu Jingchen sat by the bed, holding his daughter in his arms, rocking her gently, humming a lullaby he composed. Jiang Ciyou sat aside, watching the father and daughter, and her heart was full of emotion. She knew that Lu Jingchen really regarded his daughter as his lifeblood, and for her, he could give everything.

Time passed by, and Xiaoyue gradually fell asleep in Lu Jingchen's arms, but Lu Jingchen did not dare to slack off. He kept the same posture, afraid of waking up his daughter, and kept staring at the infusion bottle, checking his daughter's face from time to time to make sure she was okay.

Jiang Ciyou said with concern: "Jingchen, you take a rest, I will hold Xiaoyueliang for a while." But Lu Jingchen shook his head and said softly: "I'm not tired, you are tired all night too, you take a rest." Jiang Ciyou knew his temper and did not force it. She just sat quietly beside them and accompanied them.

Unconsciously, it was already daybreak, and the sun shone through the window into the ward, adding a touch of warmth to this cold space. Xiaoyue's fever finally subsided, and her face regained some redness. Lu Jingchen looked at his daughter and breathed a sigh of relief. His nerves, which had been tense all night, finally relaxed.

But at this moment, he suddenly felt dizzy and the scene in front of him began to blur. Jiang Ciyou noticed his abnormality and hurriedly stood up to support him: "Jingchen, what's wrong with you?" Before Lu Jingchen could answer, his legs softened and he fell down.

Jiang Ciyou panicked and yelled, "Doctor, come quickly!" Medical staff quickly came, carried Lu Jingchen onto a stretcher, and pushed him into the emergency room. Jiang Ciyou stood at the door of the emergency room, looking at the closed door, tears welling up in her eyes. She knew that Lu Jingchen collapsed because he was worried about his daughter, had not slept all night, and was overly nervous.

In the emergency room, the doctor conducted a series of examinations and treatments on Lu Jingchen. It turned out that he had hypoglycemia and dizziness due to long-term high mental stress and excessive fatigue. After some treatment, Lu Jingchen's condition gradually stabilized and he was pushed out of the emergency room.

Jiang Ciyou looked at her pale husband on the hospital bed, feeling guilty and distressed. She gently held his hand and choked up, saying, "Jingchen, you scared me to death. How could you be so stupid? For Xiaoyueliang, you even ignored your own body." Lu Jingchen opened his eyes slightly, looked at his tearful wife, and smiled weakly, "I'm fine. As long as Xiaoyueliang is well, I'll be relieved."

When Xiaoyueliang woke up, she saw her father lying on the hospital bed and stretched out her little hands to grab him. Jiang Ciyou carried his daughter to Lu Jingchen, who gently stroked her face and said softly, "Little Yueliang, be good. Daddy is fine. We will go home soon." Xiaoyueliang seemed to understand what he said, blinking her big eyes and nodded obediently.

At this moment, Jiang Ciyou looked at the father and daughter in front of her, feeling a lot of emotions in her heart. She remembered the Lu Jingchen who used to be decisive in the business world, but now he has become so gentle and fragile for his daughter. She knew that this love was the most precious wealth of their family, and no matter what difficulties they encountered, they could go through it together.

After this incident, Jiang Ciyou and Lu Jingchen cherish each other more and love Xiaoyueliang even more. They know that there will inevitably be storms in life, but as long as the family is together, there will be no obstacles that cannot be overcome. In the days to come, they will continue to guard this hard-earned happiness, watch Xiaoyueliang grow up, and welcome every beautiful moment in life.