Chapter 71: Operation That was the direction Xia Yiqing was approaching him...

That was the direction from which Xia Yiqing approached him, and also the angle from which she left him.

Where you come from is where you go.

She came to him on his darkest days and left him on his desperate days.

It's so cruel.

After being secretly accused of being cruel, Xia Yiqing agreed to the deputy director of the welfare home to visit the little girl. However, she did not leave immediately, but walked towards Qi Hanmu.

Perhaps because the man had been ill for a long time, Yiyuan was filled with medical equipment, and there was even an operating room on the first floor.

Xia Yiqing answered a phone call. It wasn't a waste of time, but when she turned around, she found that except for Yiyuan's housekeeper, everyone else had disappeared without a trace.

The housekeeper was unaware of the conflict between Qi Hanmu and Xia Yiqing. He simply bowed politely to Xia Yiqing and asked, "Madam, what are your instructions?"

After swallowing, Xia Yiqing heard her voice was relatively calm, "How is Third Master doing?"

"We are still trying to save them."

The butler never talked nonsense. After reporting the situation, he lowered his head, put his hands on his trouser line, and waited quietly for the next instruction.

"Where is the rescue?"

The housekeeper pointed someone and asked her to take Xia Yiqing there quickly.

Yiyuan is like a second hospital, and it is a private hospital belonging to Qi Hanmu alone. When Xia Yiqing was brought in by the little maid, she thought of this vaguely.

There is a hint of rationality in the absurdity.

After all, who asked the male owner of this huge manor to be ill for a long time?

Thinking carefully, there was a scar on Qi Hanmu's cold and white face, as white as a jade carving.

It bit from the end of the eye to the cheek, densely packed like centipede legs. Today, only a long brown strip is left. It looks quite light, but it is indeed impossible to remove it when you look closely.

Is it really impossible to eliminate?

After saying this, Xia Yiqing wanted to laugh. With Mr. Qi San's manpower, financial resources and material resources, it was not an easy task to erase a scar.

It's just that he doesn't want to.

Xia Yiqing could more or less guess why Qi Hanmu didn't want to.

Maybe he thought it was too troublesome. Anyway, even though Mr. Qi Sanye had an outstanding appearance, he ultimately conquered everyone with his strength, not his looks.

Besides, if he doesn't want to get rid of the scar, why should she care?

These harsh thoughts disappeared in an instant when I saw those three big red words.

"In operation."

This short phrase made up of three ordinary words will only make people feel scared and as if their hearts are about to jump out of their throats when it is hung above the door of the emergency room.

At this moment, it seemed as if all words had become pale. A chill surged up from the Tanzhong point, all the way to the throat, and then spread to every part of the body, making people shiver violently.

"Is everything alright?"

Xia Yiqing heard that her own voice was still the same as usual. Only she knew that this sentence was completely different from usual words. It was not a careless state at all, but a bit anxious and depressed in her heart.

An indescribable feeling rushed up her throat, and Xia Yiqing even felt like vomiting.

The housekeeper's voice was a little far away, almost as if it was floating from the horizon. "The doctors are doing their best to save the patient. Madam, please don't worry. Please move to the small living room next door and sit for a while."

After calming herself down, Xia Yiqing looked at Yiyuan's housekeeper.

This is a middle-aged man with a white beard. It is said that he has accompanied Qi Hanmu from childhood to adolescence, and now to young adulthood.

In the eyes of those who sneer at Qi Hanmu, this butler is Qi Hanmu's dog, because the butler's surname is also Qi.

Some aristocratic families who were dissatisfied with this and claimed to keep up with the times commented that it was a different era and why there was still the practice of taking the master's surname. Only the ancient emperors could bestow the national surname.

But when they really saw this housekeeper Qi, they were like dogs facing a man with a stick. They tucked their tails between their legs, barked a few times in shame, and ran away.

It can be seen that people are always afraid that bad things about themselves will be spread. After all, when they said it, they did not expect that a casual remark could have such serious consequences.

Of course, there are also some people who do it on purpose, trying to fish in troubled waters and confuse public opinion. That is excessive.

Although Butler Qi was not a medical student, he had been with Qi Hanmu for many years and was naturally familiar with medical principles. However, Xia Yiqing was not sure whether he would tell her about this.

After all, the word "good dog" refers to its owner. When facing outsiders, the dog will only arch its back, show a fierce look, bare its teeth, and bark madly.

As for the owner's family, most dogs will observe your words and expressions to see if you have the ability to tame it. If you don't have this ability and are still loved by your owner, the dog may temporarily stay away from you.

With this thought in mind, Xia Yiqing raised her head and looked at the housekeeper, feeling as if she saw a dog frowning at her.

This feeling is a bit strange and not quite real.

Fortunately, Butler Qi did not hide much from Xia Yiqing. He probably said that Qi Hanmu might be emotionally unstable and his heart was about to stop working. It was the same old situation and it was estimated that nothing serious would happen.

Xia Yiqing felt that she was completely at odds with the word "heart disease". Why did everyone around her have this problem? It was a fatal disease.

"Madam, if you are not in a hurry, you can rest in Yi Garden for one night. If the Third Master wakes up, he will probably want to see you."

Xia Yiqing was thinking about the little girl who was working at Qingmu Medical. She was led to the small reception room and sat on the mahogany furniture decorated with auspicious patterns of dragons and phoenixes. She didn't even notice that the silk scarf she used to block the wind had fallen to the side of the sofa with tea placed in front of her.

Perhaps noticing Xia Yiqing's awkwardness, Butler Qi took the initiative to comfort her, "It's okay if you're busy. If you need to go out, I'll arrange for a driver to take you there."

With a special car, it might be more convenient to go back and forth. Xia Yiqing nodded and said, "Thank you for your hard work."

Butler Qi looked at the operating room where the lights were still on, and seemed to be hesitant to speak.

Xia Yiqing could tell her voice was a little hoarse. "An important person is sick in the hospital. I have to go see him. Third Master... he shouldn't be alright, right?"

Butler Qi still had a formal smile on his face. "There are doctors in charge of the rescue. I can't say for sure. If you are worried, you can stay and wait."

The anxious words of the welfare home's deputy director and the alarm of the electrocardiogram monitor in the previous phone call were still ringing in my ears.

Staying here won't change anything. Xia Yiqing clenched her fists, letting her fingertips dig into her palms, reminding herself repeatedly.

Is she a doctor? No, not really.

Then there is no point for her to stay for Qi Hanmu. People say that true love can eliminate pain, but Xia Yiqing is skeptical about this.

Perhaps they are in extreme pain and don't want to show weakness in front of their loved ones, so naturally they won't say it.

That would be detrimental to curing the disease.

Even though such thoughts popped up one after another, Xia Yiqing's heart was still beating very fast, as if she felt a little guilty.

Why was it that she always felt she should understand, yet she only had a vague idea.

"Prepare the car and go to Qingmu Medical."

The distance that the corners of Butler Qi's mouth rose each time was never more than one millimeter. He watched Xia Yiqing leave, with his left hand flat in front of him and his right hand behind his back. He felt a little sorry for the Third Master, but it was not his place as a butler to comment.

Qingmu Medical.

Xia Yiqing looked at the huge sign in front of her, rubbed her eyes, and tried to relax her brows. The aftereffects of being drunk and staying up late had already caught up with her.

The temples felt stuffy, as if they had been hit by something, and the brain matter in their heads seemed to have been turned into a paste by a big hand. They couldn't think and could hardly think.

But Xia Yiqing was not unfamiliar with this situation. On the contrary, she was quite familiar with it. From being a small project manager to being promoted to the vice president of Xia Group, Xia Yiqing had paid no less than these people.

Holding project meetings at four in the morning, receiving IV drips, and having a cold and fever are all common occurrences.

When Xia Yiqing entered the hospital and just arrived at the door, someone welcomed her in, bowed politely, and called her "Madam".

It was as if something was cutting the thin gap between the two pieces of cognition. Xia Yiqing's back suddenly broke out in sweat and her pupils shrank suddenly.

This hospital was invested by the Qi family. As the chairman, Qi Hanmu naturally has a say in this hospital. Then, I heard that the name of this hospital was changed recently. Could there be a mystery here?

His temples were throbbing, and Qi Hanmu's words "Yiyuan is yours" when their agreement expired and he tried to keep her were still echoing in his ears, as if reflecting the man's feelings.

Her breathing became difficult. Even though it was autumn and the hospital had turned on high air conditioning, Xia Yiqing still felt a little depressed and short of breath.

Could it be that she made the wrong choice this time?

But in matters of the heart, the choice has already been made, so how can it be right or wrong? It's just a matter of which side is more advantageous.

"Ma'am, the patient you want to see is here."

Instead of going directly to the top-level VIP ward, Xia Yiqing met the sisters Luo Qiaoli and Luo Qiaosheng, who were renamed in an ordinary single room.

The little girl lying on the hospital bed, Luo Qiaoli, was Xia Yiqing's elder sister. When she saw Xia Yiqing, tears welled up in her eyes and she said, "Sister, was our father wrong last time? I don't have many days left to live anyway, so just tell me the truth."

It was like a heavy hammer hitting her heart. Xia Yiqing forced a smile on her face. After all, it was not the child's fault.

Before she could say anything, the deputy director of Qingmu Medical who was accompanying her frowned and said, "Speak politely. This is Chairman Qi's wife. Don't offend her."

Xia Yiqing raised a hand, signaling for quietness.

"It's okay, you rest here first, sister and teacher will go out," Xia Yiqing gave the vice president a look, and the two of them walked to the door together. After closing the door, Xia Yiqing opened her eyes.

"What on earth is going on?"

The deputy director of the welfare home wiped away his tears and told Xia Yiqing everything that had happened.

The overall atmosphere in the welfare home is friendly, but most of the people there are a little different from others. Some have slower intellectual development, while others are either physically disabled or have other reasons that make it difficult to adopt them.

The children usually get along well with each other, but perhaps because of a fight over something, or because the two new sisters were communicating with the police who came to investigate the kidnapping case, they were seen by other children, and the two girls were isolated.

The child was originally sensitive, and this illness made her think about all the big and small things. Naturally, she wanted to see Xia Yiqing, who was present when they entered the welfare home.

The story was not difficult to understand. Xia Yiqing nodded slightly, but the image of Qi Hanmu wearing an oxygen mask and looking very angry appeared in front of her eyes. He lay on the nursing bed with his neck tilted back, and was quickly pushed into the operating room.

He seemed to be talking to her.