"Your master? What happened to Jian Yan?" Feng Fanghua instantly rembered what Jing Qing had ntioned upon hearing the word "master".
"He was diagnosed with an aggravated stomach disease, which is rather serious."
She couldn’t continue speaking and lowered her head.
Feng Fanghua looked at how she was anxiously rubbing her hands together and beca even more puzzled.
"Every ti he’s reported to be fine in the news... could it be... stomach cancer?"
Feng Fanghua tentatively asked, sounding nervous.
"For now, it’s only developing in that direction, but he’ll go to Paris for treatnt as soon as possible."
Qin Mu didn’t want to hear those two words, but in front of Feng Fanghua, she had no choice but to continue to explain patiently.
"This kind of illness can’t be delayed, he really needs to get treatnt quickly. How co it was only found now? There should’ve been symptoms in the early stages."
Feng Fanghua had a friend who died of stomach cancer, so she wasn’t unfamiliar with it.
"Mom, can I tell you about it later? I’d like to wash my face first."
She really didn’t want to talk about it anymore and softly requested leave from Feng Fanghua.
Feng Fanghua saw the mist in her eyes and nodded, lowering her gaze and said, "Go on!"
When Qin Mu stood up to leave, she greeted Feng Fanghua and then went upstairs, leaving Feng Fanghua to sigh helplessly after her departure.
The auntie was still standing by, muttering, "The look on the young madam’s face, she must be terribly worried."
"Jian Yan is her master, after all. He taught her so much, it’s no wonder she’s like this."
Feng Fanghua sighed helplessly after hearing this.
"Indeed, our young madam is a person of strong loyalty."
The auntie agreed, while Feng Fanghua looked up towards the stairs. With such significant news, she suddenly thought she should talk to her son. According to her understanding of Qin Mu, Qin Mu probably hadn’t told Mu Yichen yet.
"Bring my phone!"
Feng Fanghua ordered, and the auntie nodded and imdiately went to the room to fetch her phone.
At this ti, Qin Mu had just finished washing her face in her room when her phone rang. She imdiately went to the bedside and answered the call; it was Mu Yichen.
"Mrs. Mu, your husband is missing you a bit right now!"
Qin Mu sat by the bed on the phone, hearing his voice through the speaker, her nose tingled involuntarily, and she raised her hand, forcefully covering her mouth as tears suddenly welled up.
If only he were here now, he would surely find a solution with her. He would never let her bear it all alone.
It had always been the case; although he was never gentle over the years, every ti she encountered a problem, he would be the one to sort it out for her.
Subconsciously looking out the window, Qin Mu thought of the vast ocean between them. He still loved her, didn’t he?
He would understand her, she reasoned; even though he was the jealous type, he would know how to prioritize.
"Mu Yichen, master’s health has taken a turn for the worse!"
She spoke softly, and as she did, her heart seed to bleed slowly.
To tell the truth, she was terrified, especially on nights like these; she dreaded losing another loved one—a feeling similar to when she lost her mother. And now, if she were to lose her master too...
"Hmm? What happened?"
Mu Yichen was about to go to work but stopped imdiately upon hearing this. On one side was a beautiful large glass screen, sunlight was shining through in front, onto the window, and there was a green golf course downstairs.
The staff walking in front noticed his pause and imdiately stopped to wait. Mu Yichen then hung up the phone and called the hospital to understand Jian Yan’s specific situation before ssaging Qin Mu: Don’t be too anxious, I’m contacting the hospital in Paris to book the surgery right away.
Qin Mu was still sitting by the bed, feeling imnsely relieved after reading the ssage from WeChat.
Before going to bed that night, she asked the auntie to prepare so more porridge for the morning. After returning to her room, she lay down in bed with Huanhuan, telling her storybooks until Huanhuan fell asleep, then she called the nurse’s station at the hospital to inquire about Jian Yan’s current condition.
Early the next morning, she left the house, backpack on and carrying a thermal container.
Standing at the door, she peeked through the small window into the room. In that large ward, he was there alone. She rembered being a child in the hospital, feeling that loneliness and helplessness, that fear and urgency.
Those were feelings others could not understand or experience.
She gently pushed open the door and walked in, being extra careful as she put down the thermal container, cupping it with both hands, afraid to make even a little noise that might disturb his sleep. She had called the nurse’s station the previous night, and they’d said his room’s lights were off and that he was sleeping, but she guessed he hadn’t been asleep.
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