Li Ye hurried all the way to the hospital. After seeing his teacher, Zhang Qiyan, he found that Zhang Qiyan looked to be in decent condition, nowhere near as serious as Cai Minying had described over the phone.
But when Li Ye took a closer look, he realized that Zhang Qiyan's condition seemed to be something he was forcing himself to maintain.
There had to be cosmetics on Zhang Qiyan's face; it looked different from the pallor that came after staying up all night.
Zhang Qiyan's hair was meticulously combed, not a strand out of place, yet there was not a single gray hair. Anyone familiar with him knew that he had dyed it black, turning back the clock.
When a man put that much effort into his appearance, things were not so simple.
More importantly, Zhang Qiyan was not resting even in the hospital room. He was sorting through documents while hooked up to an IV, hammering away at the latest laptop model until it clattered. When he saw Li Ye enter, he merely told him to sit down and wait, never pausing his work for even a moment.
The way Zhang Qiyan looked now, he was just like the beasts of burden decades later, hovering on the brink of being laid off. The boss did not even need to crack a whip—he had already spun himself like a top.
Li Ye said nothing. He merely set down the wild ginseng he had brought, then cast a worried look toward his teacher's wife, who was keeping vigil by the bed.
Teacher Lu smiled gently, handed Li Ye an orange, then went to find a cup to pour him some water.
Li Ye hurriedly stood up to do it himself. He had come to visit a patient, not to have