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Shen Qingyou was already feeling down, and after the recent incident, her mood plummeted even further. Is this the gap between the rich and the poor? Those with power and influence enjoy royal treatment at the hospital, and what about that man? Who is he, so young yet surrounded by admirers? And why did he just glance over at her?
She didn't want to think about it anymore. Shen Qingyou shook her head, casting aside these unnecessary thoughts. The most important thing now was her father's illness. With that in mind, she quickly called her mother. After confirming the location, she hurried over.
"Yuyou..." Her mother called her name upon seeing Shen Qingyou, tears welling up in her eyes. From her swollen eyes, it was clear that she had been crying non-stop.
Taking the diagnosis report from her mother's hands, Shen Qingyou felt a chill run through her heart. The report clearly stated "stomach cancer," piercing her heart deeply. "Where's Dad?"
"He was just here."
Lost in her sorrow, Mother Shen hadn't noticed Father Shen's absence. A strong sense of unease filled Shen Qingyou; her father wouldn't do anything rash, would he?
Since she could remember, her father's health had always been excellent, a result of his time as a soldier in his youth. Now, accepting that he had such a serious illness must be incredibly difficult for him. She tried calling his phone, but it went unanswered. Shen Qingyou couldn't sit still any longer. "Mom, let's split up to look for him!"
Shen Qingyou began searching floor by floor down the stairs. He wasn't in the outpatient building, so she headed to the inpatient building—building number 4... all the way to building number 10. Her legs felt as if they were filled with lead; she started feeling lightheaded and dizzy. She checked her pockets and realized she had forgotten to bring some candy in her rush to leave home that morning. Looking at the remaining floors yet to search, she took a deep breath and continued on.
Upon reaching the top floor, the cold spring wind made her shiver involuntarily. She wrapped her coat tighter around herself and saw a familiar figure in the distance. Tears blurred her vision; how could her father look so much older after just one morning?
"Dad, it's so cold! What are you doing here?"
Shen Qingyou walked over to her father and gently adjusted his coat collar. Shen Bao's weary gaze fell on Shen Qingyou's pale face; he remained silent, continuing to stare at the white doves flying by in the distance.
"Dad, it's going to be okay. It's just cancer, right? Medical science is so advanced now; they can definitely treat it. You need to believe in science and also believe in yourself. You have to have the confidence to fight this illness!"
"Yuyou, I'm sorry for your mother and for you. I'm already useless!"
Why would Shen Bao say such things? Because he was the pillar of the family; in his eyes, Shen Qingyou had always been a child who needed protection from him. And at home were his elderly parents who were already eighty years old; this whole family relied on him for support. Now that he was ill—such a serious illness—the sense of loss he felt was unimaginable.
“Dad, it's okay. Everything will be alright. You have to believe me. As long as you live well, that will be the greatest happiness for us!”
Shen Qingyou looked at Shen Bao with unwavering determination. Although deep down she felt an overwhelming sadness, at this moment she had to pretend to be strong. She wanted to ignite her father's will to live.
In the elegantly decorated VIP ward in Building 10, across from the large glass windows of Building 7, Qing Cang was leisurely enjoying a glass of red wine under the brilliant sunlight outside. On the rooftop of Building 10, a purple figure caught his eye again. It seemed that fate had a way of bringing them together wherever they went. What were she and that middle-aged man whispering about? Who could that middle-aged man be to her?
Qing Cang shook his head in annoyance, a few strands of hair falling messily on his forehead. When did he become so curious about women? Was it because the family’s Ancestor had been talking about women so much lately?
“General, your phone!”
“Shh, I’m not here!”
From Zhang's drooping expression, he knew who was calling. Qing Cang gestured for Zhang to answer the phone. Zhang shook his head in pain while bringing the phone closer to Qing Cang. “This is a military order!”
Qing Cang's gaze turned sharp as he turned around and sat back on the sofa, leisurely reading the newspaper.
“Old...”
“Kid, do you think you can avoid the first day of the month and escape the tenth? Let me tell you, if you don’t answer the phone... ” A loud voice like a gong echoed through the room, causing Qing Cang's relaxed expression to darken immediately.
“Old General, the General really isn’t here!”
Under Qing Cang's intimidating gaze, Zhang had no choice but to brace himself and continue dealing with the difficult person on the other end of the line.
“Kid, if you don’t hand that phone over to him now, I’ll have you report to the kitchen brigade tomorrow!”
There was no way out. In the end, Zhang put the phone on speaker mode, looking at Qing Cang with an innocent and pleading expression, his eyes filled with unspoken grievances. He had just been assigned here, and he certainly didn't want to be sent to the kitchen so soon!
"I'm hanging up!"
The person on the other end waited for a moment, seemingly giving up. Both Qing Cang and Cang let out a sigh of relief, but the next words plunged Qing Cang's heart into an abyss of despair. "Let me tell you, General, I'm going to see him tomorrow!"
What a shock! Qing Cang quickly grabbed the phone and held it to his ear. "Grandpa, I was just in the bathroom!"
Zhang's mouth dropped open; the speed at which the General took the phone from him was astonishing.
"Grandpa..."
Qing Cang's voice was filled with respect, but his expression grew darker by the moment. Zhang wisely stepped outside. Every time the General finished a call with that Ancestor, he felt like he wanted to kill someone. He certainly didn't want to become a human target!
Sure enough, as soon as he closed the door, he heard Qing Cang's wailing from inside. Zhang felt immense sympathy. Last time it was Li Qianjin, and the time before that it was Sister Qian from the Foreign Economic Office. Who would it be this time?
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