Mrs. Gu stood by, gasping with anger. Seizing a moment when everyone’s attention was elsewhere, she shoved Gu Qimiao hard: "If anything happens to my son, you won’t live either! You bring nothing but bad luck!"
Gu Qimiao stumbled and fell into Shen Yanchen’s arms. Hearing Mrs. Gu’s words, she felt only wronged.
She believed she had done right by the Gu family, never hesitating when Gu Moming needed blood, never asking anyone to cover medical expenses, sacrificing her own future to solve Gu’s crises and never complaining about it...
At that moment, the surgery room door opened, and everyone rushed forward.
"Doctor, how is my son?" Seeing Gu Moming lying lifelessly on the hospital bed, Mrs. Gu’s tears fell even harder.
"The surgery was successful. We’ll observe him through the night. As long as there are no complications, he might wake up tomorrow."
Gu Qimiao felt relieved upon hearing this; luckily, he was fine.
Mrs. Gu sat beside the bed, holding Gu Moming’s hand, crying nonstop and calling out "Son". The doctor, annoyed by the noise, said, "Please keep the room quiet, just one or two people to take care of him will be enough."
Gu Qimiao stood still, feeling it was her duty.
Unexpectedly, Shen Yanchen walked over, took her hand, and dragged her out of the room.
Mrs. Gu saw this and muttered a few curses, "Ungrateful wretch", "Bad luck bringer".
Held by Shen Yanchen’s hand, Gu Qimiao couldn’t resist at all and only asked him, "Where are we going?"
He walked straight to the elevator and pressed the button before asking, "Aren’t you hungry?"
Gu Qimiao glanced at the elevator’s display screen, realizing it was already 4 PM.
He had been in the hospital with her the whole time without eating anything, and He Ye mentioned his bad stomach.
So, although she initially had no appetite, she nodded, "A bit hungry."
They found a small restaurant near the hospital and ordered some home-style dishes.
Gu Qimiao scooped a small bowl of rice and ate half of it. He then scooped a second bowl, apparently quite hungry.
"Are you going to the company tonight?"
Gu Qimiao smiled awkwardly, "I want to go home and get some things. If you’re not going to the company, I can ride back with you."
Knowing she planned to stay at the hospital with Gu Moming, he said, "I need to go to the company. I haven’t handled many things today."
"Oh... then I’ll take a taxi home myself." She hesitated for a moment, seemingly wanting to say more.
After dinner, he went to the company, and Gu Qimiao returned to the hospital to check. Mrs. Gu was impatient, left with Mr. Gu under the pretense of going home for dinner, and angrily instructed Gu Qimiao to take good care of Gu Moming, as if it was her sole responsibility.
After everyone left, Gu Qimiao, seeing that Gu Moming showed no signs of waking, went downstairs, took a taxi home to get her things, and hurried back to the hospital.
The waiting felt unbearably long and arduous without him to argue with, making her feel a bit lost.
The doctor said he might wake up during the night, so Gu Qimiao didn’t dare sleep, fearing she might sleep too deeply and miss it.
During the night, the nurse checked him twice. He had a fever that was quickly brought under control.
"If the patient wakes up, call us. The wound will hurt once the anesthesia wears off, and we’ll come to administer painkillers."
Gu Qimiao nodded, wondering what pain truly felt like—something neither she nor Gu Moming knew.