Mo Nie suddenly felt alarmed, "Could the other party be thinking of getting involved in Jinjing as well?"
The structure of Jinjing had always been three Supreme Clans, five first-tier families, and ten second-tier families.
There might be changes in the status of the families, but overall, they maintained a state of mutual restraint and stable power dynamics.
Ya Qiao had always been involved in the stock market; his move to become the largest shareholder of Hengzhong Real Estate did indeed shake many hearts, both inside and outside the financial circle. It invited a lot of speculation and observation.
When Xiao Qimo heard the words "Ya Qiao," his gaze darkened for a moment.
"Ya Qiao acquired it?"
"Yes, it’s so strange..." Mo Nie shook his head. "Hengzhong Real Estate doesn’t have high potential value. It doesn’t fit Ya Qiao’s style of stock speculation. The fact that they’ve moved from online to offline physical business suggests they’re planning something big."
Xiao Qimo paused for a moment, not too concerned.
"That’s enough, let it be. I have other things to attend to."
"But, sir, we need to pay more attention. Now there are more than one force eyeing the golden commercial district of Jinjing..."
Xiao Qimo didn’t pay him any heed and turned to walk towards the direction of the operating room.
Mo Nie stood with his mouth half-open, watching his master’s resolute departing figure, and silently lowered his head in frustration.
Master Mo, you just want to accompany Miss Lu, don’t you...
Xiao Qimo returned to the entrance of the operating room, where Lu Mian, amid all her busyness, glanced up lazily to look at him.
"Was Mo Nie looking for something?"
Xiao Qimo watched the girl leisurely put away her phone, seemingly having finished a game. Her mood had finally eased a bit, and he naturally did not want to bother her with those annoying concerns.
"It’s nothing; he just wanted to do some maintenance on the car."
Lu Mian, lacking enthusiasm, looked at the firmly closed door that showed no signs of opening and slightly lifted her head, sighing softly.
Xiao Qimo promptly sat down next to her, "Don’t worry, everything will be alright."
Lu Mian tilted her head slightly and rested it on Xiao Qimo’s shoulder, naturally.
After a moment of silence, she suddenly spoke out of nowhere, "Director Qimo, I’m thinking of opening an MM store in Jinjing."
"You and Grandpa Xiao both like the taste of MM stores. Opening a branch wouldn’t be bad," Lu Mian said indifferently.
Xiao Qimo laughed, "For me?"
He acted as though he was deaf, completely ignoring the words "Grandpa Xiao."
Lu Mian pursed the corner of her lips, "Ah, half and half, I guess."
"And the other half is for what?"
The girl bluntly said, "Yu cannot always be cooped up in Wucheng."
Xiao Qimo’s hearing suddenly improved; he did the math and figured that Yu took up half, and he and grandfather together made up the other half, which approximated to him owning just one-quarter.
The refined man pushed his glasses up, really wanting to reason with Lu Mian.
But seeing her slightly absent-minded look, the words that reached his mouth changed to, "Have you thought about where to open it? Do you need my help choosing a location?"
Lu Mian slightly smiled, "I’ve already picked a location."
"..." leaving him no room to contribute.
Xiao Qimo nodded weakly, "Alright."
Lu Mian waited outside the operating room for a full six hours.
The longer the time, the more uneasy her heart became.
The meal that Mo Nie brought was left untouched; she had only managed to drink a cup of warm water from beginning to end.
Until the door of the operating room suddenly swung open.
Originally listless and lethargic, Lu Mian suddenly became energized as if injected with adrenaline, and walked towards Ya Ling.
"Ya Ling, how did it go?"
After over six hours of high-intensity work, Ya Ling’s complexion was pale. He forced a smile at Lu Mian, his exhaustion laced with a hint of uncertainty.
"Everything that could be done has been done... As for the result, we can only wait until the sutures are removed after seven days to know."
Lu Mian held her breath and patted Ya Ling on the shoulder, "You’ve worked hard."
The news of Fu Yu’s surgery quickly spread throughout the hospital.
Especially in the ophthalmology department, everyone seemed to be waiting to see if it would turn into a joke.
An intern was sorting through files while gossiping with Du Changyi, "Teacher, I heard Ya Ling’s surgery doesn’t look promising."
"It’s quite normal for it not to go smoothly," Du Changyi responded unsurprised.
"Even Senior Ye Zhongjing couldn’t save her this time. They keep talking about some miracle drug, as if we ophthalmology experts are here for nothing."
Du Changyi smiled coldly.
After exiting the operating room, Fu Yu had specialized care workers by his side.
Lu Mian didn’t leave; she stayed in the ward the whole time.
Fu Yu woke up a few times in between, but he wasn’t in good shape and had some fever; Lu Mian didn’t dare to disturb him much and let him rest properly. She herself sat quietly on the sofa, as if prepared to keep watch for seven days and nights.
She sent a message to Ding Cai to ask for a continued leave of absence.
Ding Cai quickly replied with an OK emoji.
Shen Yixin lived in the next room. Hearing that Fu Yu had come out, she got out of bed to visit him.
With Fu Yu still asleep, Shen Yixin sat on the sofa and talked with Lu Mian.
"Miss Lu, at least eat something, don’t wear yourself out," she urged.
"I’m fine," Lu Mian knew her own body wasn’t that fragile, "How does your hand feel?"
Shen Yixin, with her astute mind, smiled faintly, "It’s recovering well. I think I can even feel the miracle drug working; I was able to try using chopsticks today."
Lu Mian’s gaze fell on her left hand; since Shen Yixin’s left hand was fine, then her little uncle’s eyes should be fine too, right?
Lu Mian accepted Shen Yixin’s kindness, reminding her, "Ya Ling has some medicine for treating scars; remember to ask her for it."
"I know," Shen Yixin said with a gentle smile, "By the way, Miss Lu."
The two seldom got the chance to talk together. Seizing the opportunity, Shen Yixin quickly asked Lu Mian, "After our joint performance before, lots of people came to me asking about you; they want to make music appointments with you."
Lu Mian was uninterested.
She had already refused those offers before.
"I know you have already declined, and I’ve turned down others who asked since then. However, there is one person I think you might find interesting. He matches your style quite well," Shen Yixin paused, "His name is La Ge. You might want to keep an eye out for him."
"Okay," Lu Mian responded indifferently.
Feeling it was about time, Shen Yixin didn’t want to impose any longer and got up to leave.
Reaching the door, she suddenly turned back, curiously asking, "Miss Lu, have you listened to Mi Lu’s new song?"
Lu Mian’s hand on the doorknob paused, and she replied subconsciously, "I have."
Fu Yu had been lying in the bed for seven days, and Lu Mian had been accompanying him in the ward for those seven days.
Today was the day for Fu Yu’s stitches to be removed, which also meant that the success or failure of the surgery would be determined.
If he could see, the operation would be considered a success. If he still couldn’t see, it would mean failure.
Naturally, this suture removal was of great interest to both the surgery and ophthalmology departments.
Upon hearing the news, Du Changyi unusually set aside his cases and called over his group of students.
"Let’s go; let’s also take a look at the surgery department."