On this day, Song Ge was dragged out to play by Wu Yilan. However, before going out, she didn't forget to inform Zhai Cheng. Otherwise, he would be searching for her all over the place later.
Only Zhai Cheng and Zhai Qintian were left at home.
Zhai Cheng was working in his room and didn't come downstairs until lunchtime.
The servant at home took the initiative to call Zhai Qintian downstairs for lunch. But after getting no response for quite a while, naturally, she didn't dare to disturb him rashly and had to go downstairs.
"Where's my dad?"
The servant answered truthfully. "I just went to call Master, but there was no response."
Zhai Cheng nodded. Such a situation had happened more than once, and he was used to it. He continued eating his meal.
After he finished eating, he naturally remembered that Zhai Qintian hadn't eaten yet. "Keep the food warm."
"Okay." The servant carried the food into the kitchen to keep it warm.
Zhai Cheng was working on his computer in the living room. After about ten minutes, he finally put down the computer and went upstairs.
He knocked on the door, but there was no sound inside.
Zhai Cheng pushed the door open and went in. He saw Zhai Qintian lying on the ground, looking pale.
"Dad." Zhai Cheng rushed over and shook him twice, but Zhai Qintian still didn't wake up. He quickly called the servant. Together, they carried him into the car and drove to the hospital.
The hospital was filled with the smell of disinfectant. People were bustling back and forth, running around for their family members.
Zhai Cheng was sitting outside the operating room, waiting. He had never thought that Zhai Qintian would fall ill. He had seemed so healthy.
He didn't dare to inform Meng Yajing for fear that she would be sad. Instead, he called Song Ge, but there was no answer.
He was waiting alone outside the emergency room. Perhaps he was too immersed in his own world, so when the phone rang, he was startled. He was in a daze for a few seconds before answering the call.
"Hello?"
"What's wrong?" Song Ge had just separated from Wu Yilan and finally had a chance to look at her phone.
"My dad fainted." Zhai Cheng said it casually, as if he were describing someone else's business.
Song Ge felt a pang of panic in her heart. "Which hospital is he in?" After learning the address, she immediately took a taxi there.
After Song Ge arrived at the hospital, she inquired and finally found Zhai Cheng.
The man was sitting alone on the bench, staring blankly ahead.
Song Ge walked over and sat down beside him. She silently reached out her hand and held his.
Zhai Cheng felt the warmth and subconsciously turned to look at Song Ge. The next second, he hugged Song Ge tightly and sobbed softly, "He, he just fainted suddenly."
In front of others, he was a sarcastic and cold - faced man. Only in front of Song Ge was he his true self.
Song Ge gently patted his shoulder and comforted him, "It's okay. The doctor will cure him. He'll be fine."
Zhai Cheng hugged her a little tighter and didn't let go of Song Ge until a long time later.
The doctor came out of the emergency room, sweating all over his head. It seemed that he had not had an easy time.
"How is he?" Zhai Cheng asked anxiously.
The doctor shook his head. "All I could do was to temporarily stabilize his condition."
Zhai Cheng frowned and roared, "What do you mean by temporarily stabilizing his condition?" He knew his father had been ill before.
The doctor sighed helplessly. "It's already in the late stage." After saying that, he walked away.
Zhai Cheng still couldn't believe it. How could his father, who had seemed so healthy, be...
"Song Ge, tell me. I must have heard wrong."
Song Ge held his hand and said nothing.
The nurse wheeled Zhai Qintian out, and Zhai Cheng and Song Ge followed to the ward.
Zhai Cheng sat beside the hospital bed, looking at Zhai Qintian all the time.
I don't know how much time had passed when Zhai Qintian suddenly coughed and woke up from his sleep.
Zhai Cheng helped him sit up and brought the hot water that he had already prepared to his lips.
Zhai Qintian took a couple of sips, pushed the quilt away, leaned back, and caught his breath.
"Don't you want to explain anything?"
Seeing that he was in the hospital, Zhai Qintian assumed that Zhai Cheng must have known. He sighed, "Yes, my time is running out."
When he fainted for the first time, he came to the hospital. When he learned that his lifespan was not long, he also found it hard to believe. But as the number of times he fainted increased, he gradually accepted it. He just wanted to have no regrets before he died.
"Why, why didn't you tell me earlier?" Zhai Cheng was a bit on the verge of collapse.
Zhai Qintian hesitated for a moment, then slowly reached out his hand and patted Zhai Cheng's hand. He looked relieved. "Everyone will die someday." After a pause, "After I'm gone, you must manage the company well. And take good care of your mom and yourself."
"No, I won't let this happen." Zhai Cheng still couldn't accept it.
Zhai Qintian understood. "Let's go. Leave the hospital." Staying in the hospital was useless anyway.
Zhai Cheng flatly refused. "No, stay in the hospital." After saying this, he got up and left the ward.
Song Ge followed him out. Zhai Qintian called her back. "Don't let anything happen to him."
Song Ge nodded and followed him out.
Zhai Cheng was standing at the end of the hospital corridor. He punched the wall, and blood slowly oozed out.
Song Ge ran over, wiped it with a piece of paper, and sighed, "It will get better."
Zhai Cheng didn't say a word. He just took out his phone and called his assistant. "Contact Dr. Duan, a famous doctor abroad, right now."
Soon, that doctor came to this hospital.
"Have you heard? Dr. Duan is here."
"The very handsome Dr. Duan?"
When Song Ge went out to buy something and came back, she happened to hear a few young nurses discussing something. She didn't pay much attention and went straight to the ward.
However, there was a crowd of people outside the ward, packed tightly.
With great difficulty, Song Ge squeezed into the ward and saw a doctor examining Zhai Qintian. Zhai Cheng was standing beside him.
The man turned his head, his gaze softened, and a smile appeared on his lips.
Song Ge's expression of indifference turned into surprise. "Senior? " She pointed at him. "When did you become a doctor?"
Seeing that they knew each other, Zhai Cheng frowned but said nothing.
Suddenly, another person squeezed in from outside the door. It was Leng Jing. She had heard that Zhai Qintian was ill and said she came to have a look. However, as soon as she entered the door, she only saw Duan Lun, and her eyes sparkled.
She walked up to Zhai Cheng and lowered her voice, "Uncle, who is this person?"
Zhai Cheng didn't say a word. Was this person really that good - looking? He sized him up and thought he was just average.
After Duan Lun finished the examination, he asked his assistant to record some data. "The specific situation will only be known later." He looked towards the door. "Sorry, the patient needs to rest. Everyone, please disperse." He was very polite.
Although the little nurses at the door were reluctant to leave, they all left one after another.
Leng Jing took the initiative to walk up to Duan Lun, looking worried about Zhai Qintian. But Duan Lun didn't even glance at her.