Chapter 1770: Chapter 1770: Perhaps There Really Is a Connection in the Dark

When Luo Qiao arrived, the old lady was still in the operating room, and the nurse she spoke to mentioned a head injury.

She immediately called the deputy director of the hospital, explained the situation, and expressed her desire to enter the operating room.

The deputy director conveyed the situation to the director, and then accompanied her into the operating room. But upon entering, the doctor said the chances of waking up were slim, as the cerebellum was injured.

Upon entering, Luo Qiao gave her mentor’s wife a few pills she had made herself, all from precious medicinal herbs, at least to stabilize her life before trying other methods.

The chief surgeon said, "She’s old, and the patient’s survival instinct is weak."

By the time she entered, the surgery was nearing its end, and seeing her mentor’s wife in such a state made her burst into tears.

It’s human nature to have selfish thoughts; truth be told, her mentor’s wife had been very kind to her. After so many years of affection, seeing her in this state, her feelings are understandable.

Luo Qiao walked up, held Feng Shumin’s hand, and whispered in her ear, "Can you hear me, Mentor’s wife? I never blamed you or my mentor for not visiting frequently. I just didn’t want you two to be caught in the middle. My mentor still needs you, can you bear to leave him?"

After a while, her blood pressure indeed began to rise, and the doctor knew that Luo Qiao’s words must have had an effect.

Both were quickly admitted to the intensive care unit, and the Yang Family was thrown into chaos.

Luo Qiao stayed in the attending physician’s office, discussing the situation for a long time, but ultimately leaving the outcome to fate.

Leaving the doctor’s office, she found an empty stairwell and called Lu Yichen: "Yichen, are you busy now?"

"What’s going on? Are you feeling unwell?"

"My mentor and his wife are both hospitalized, it’s quite serious this time. I’m afraid we might really lose them."

"Which hospital are you at? I’ll come over right away."

"At Capital Hospital."

"Alright, don’t worry, I’ll be there soon."

Half an hour later, Lu Yichen rushed over.

Finding her in the stairwell, she was a tearful mess, and Lu Yichen, seeing her like this, held her in his arms with concern: "Don’t worry, I’m here."

Luo Qiao couldn’t hold back any longer and cried aloud in Lu Yichen’s arms. Previously, she felt her mentor and his wife were a bit partial, but as a mother herself, thinking it through, it was only natural.

Once she understood, she never held any anger towards her mentor and his wife. She visited less to avoid those people, not wanting her mentor and his wife to be caught in the middle.

But now, there might not be a "next time."

After crying, she still had to face reality, and Lu Yichen accompanied her back to the intensive care unit. The Yang family saw Luo Qiao’s state and the presence of Lu Yichen, and dared not say anything, each lost in their own thoughts.

At around ten, the old man’s condition deteriorated first, and despite the doctors’ emergency rescue, they couldn’t bring him back after more than twenty minutes.

Her mentor’s relationship with the original self was different from others. In those ten years, he genuinely taught with heart, holding nothing back, teaching all he knew. But the following twenty years were spent with her, treating her well all the while.

Perhaps there was truly a connection sensed; less than an hour after Yang Jiancheng passed away, Feng Shumin followed him.

Luo Qiao found it hard to accept. She had just visited them two days ago, even checked their health, and now, mere days later, they were separated by life and death.

But while she’s here mourning, the three siblings over there have already started discussing the house.