Xiaoi and the others heard the sound and imdiately ran upstairs. When they saw Qin Mu holding the unconscious Jian Yan, Xiaoi stood at the door with tears welling up, scared and covering her mouth tightly, while another male colleague hurried over.
"Go to the hospital!"
Tears were already in Qin Mu’s eyes as he gave an extre order, and the male colleague carried Jian Yan on his back. The two of them ran out together, and Xiaoi, regaining her senses, imdiately turned her head to follow.
Xiaoi, Qin Mu, and their male colleague David were all waiting outside the operation room, only then they found out that Jian Yan had a serious stomach problem. Qin Mu was reminded of Jian Yan’s changes over the past few days, and the things he said about how everything would belong to her in the future.
Qin Mu finally understood why he said those things, but before the diagnosis was confird, whenever the doctors asked about Jian Yan’s condition, she couldn’t answer any of them.
As his only apprentice, and possibly the person closest to him now, Qin Mu suddenly felt so incompetent.
She always talked about "once a teacher, forever a father", but had she ever treated him like a father?
She hadn’t, other than cooperating at work, she had given him nothing.
Thinking of those years in Paris, how he had taken great pains to teach her to be a designer, and how he had elevated her career step by step, where would she be without the na Jian Yan? Without it, she wouldn’t have had so many opportunities or the qualifications to design for so many top brands.
It all stemd from being JY’s beloved apprentice.
When the doctor said his condition had worsened and was moving towards gastric cancer, she stood dejectedly against the wall, bowing her head, rembering the first ti she t him.
Suddenly, she felt that she had caused him so much trouble, and he...
She hoped that he did not know about his illness; otherwise, even knowing that he might leave, he still insisted on staying by her side, and she really felt that she had let him down.
The whole corridor was very quiet, except when a nurse suddenly called out at the window, "Family mber of the patient, please co here."
Xiaoi and Qin Mu both looked up, then ran over together. Yet, when Xiaoi saw the consent form, she stepped back with a grief-stricken face.
Qin Mu felt her heartbeat pounding overly hard. Looking at that consent form, she probably knew what it was about, her hands tightened, her eyes clear yet steady.
"Who are you to him? His wife?"
The doctor, wearing a mask, had a sharp look in his eyes.
Qin Mu involuntarily glanced at the person inside the window and then calmly said, "Daughter!"
The doctor’s gaze couldn’t land on her face, and only after seeing Qin Mu sign did he go back in.
Qin Mu continued to stand there. This was the first ti she was in a hospital waiting for news about life and death.
Xiaoi, hearing Qin Mu say "daughter," also subconsciously looked at her. She was very worried for a mont, worried that Qin Mu would nod, but when Qin Mu said "daughter," she finally felt at ease.
Then, watching Qin Mu continue to stand there, Xiaoi approached her, "Qinqin, will he be okay?"
"He won’t!"
After who knows how long, she managed to squeeze those two words out of her throat.
Of course, he wouldn’t be okay. He hadn’t even said a word to her about anything; he couldn’t possibly have sothing happen to him.
But then, thinking about the words Jian Yan had said to her recently and the instructions he had given, she hadn’t cried for so long—not even when her biological father humiliated her nurous tis did she shed tears—but at this mont, her curved eyelashes were wet with tears, heavy and soon falling down, streaking her already pale skin.
She realized that among her elders, only Jian Yan had been the closest to her, and she was closest to this man.
How could they possibly just be master and apprentice?
After conservative treatnt, Jian Yan was pushed back to the VIP ward. Qin Mu stood outside the door listening to the doctor’s instructions for a while before turning to look at the man inside and the girl standing by his bed with her head down. She saw Xiaoi’s shoulders trembling; she thought Xiaoi must be terrified.
But as for herself, she felt much calr now.
However, after seeing the scene inside, she leaned back against the cold wall without hurrying to push the door open.
Xiaoi wanted to be alone with him for a while; as his apprentice, shouldn’t she find a companion for her master?
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