The "Little Pitiful One" of the Mu Family

Mu Qing's hospitalization was entirely beyond Mu Qingcheng's expectations.

Yet she couldn't shake the feeling that this was no accident; there had to be some detail she had overlooked.

She simply couldn’t believe that Mu Qing would fall ill for no apparent reason.

"Could it be him?"

"Miss Fifth, who are you talking about?"

On the way, Mu Qingcheng, who had been frowning the whole time, sat in the back seat muttering to herself. Housekeeper Ji, who had been anxiously watching over her, immediately turned his head, asking with concern.

"Oh, it’s nothing, nothing at all."

Nothing could be concluded before the truth was clear. Mu Qingcheng shook her head and turned her gaze to the window. Yet as she did so, another figure appeared in her mind...

She took out her phone and glanced at it, estimating that at this hour... he was probably awake by now.

Just then, the phone in her hand began to vibrate. A hint of anticipation rose in her heart, but as she saw the caller ID, it abruptly vanished.

"Hello, Third Brother."

It was Mu Jingchi on the line.

After learning at the old house that Mu Qing had suddenly fallen ill and been hospitalized, and that Mu Qingcheng had been caught in the rain, he was hurrying to the hospital and called out of worry.

As expected, hearing the clear weariness in her voice, he immediately asked with concern,

"Qingcheng, what’s wrong? Are you not feeling well?"

"I'm fine, Third Brother."

"Be good and wait at the hospital, I’ll be there soon."

"Alright, I understand."

Mu Qingcheng’s obedience always made Mu Jingchi’s heart ache. Now, sensing that something was amiss, he grew even more anxious. Stepping on the accelerator, the car shot forward like an arrow released from a bow.

...

Meanwhile—

Hospital, VIP Ward

As a frequent patient here, Mu Qing’s arrival immediately sent the young nurses into a flurry. He was like a cold, distant god born on a snowy mountaintop, always out of reach. Even though he was ill and hospitalized, he remained a figure who set hearts racing. Those passing by the ward couldn’t help but steal a few more glances.

When Mu Qingcheng and the others arrived, a group of doctors happened to be leaving the ward.

It was a rare occasion for Old Master Mu to personally escort them to the door. The doctors greeted him with utmost respect, their words brimming with reverence.

"Thank you for your hard work. Take care on your way out."

"Please rest assured, sir, we will do our utmost."

"Good, thank you."

...

"Grandfather."

Mu Qingcheng’s soft call interrupted their conversation.

Even at a distance, she could tell that their deference was not solely because of the Mu family’s status. There was a look of shame and embarrassment on their faces. From the looks of it, Mu Qing’s illness... they seemed to have no definitive solution.

At that moment, hearing Mu Qingcheng’s gentle call, Old Master Mu’s tightly furrowed brow slowly eased, and his tone softened considerably.

"Qingcheng, I heard you went running in the rain. Why aren’t you resting at home?"

Mu Qingcheng and her group walked over.

The doctors standing opposite looked her up and down, quickly realizing that this was the "pitiful girl" the Mu family had brought back from the countryside.

"Miss Fifth, hello," the leading doctor nodded at her.

Mu Qingcheng returned the greeting with a calm nod, then stood beside Old Master Mu. Instead of answering his question, she looked at the doctor and, appearing casual, asked,

"May I ask, how is my brother’s condition?"

The doctor hesitated, glancing at Old Master Mu as if seeking his approval.

But before the old man could reply, the delicate "pitiful girl" continued softly,

"What is it? Is there something you can’t say in front of me?"

The doctor fell silent.