Chapter 15

The sky outside was dark and gloomy, as if a heavy rain was about to fall. Everyone in the villa became tense, and Lin Miao continued to stay in the young master's room.
That afternoon, Yu’s father rushed back, took a look at the young master, and asked the doctor, "How did he get chickenpox? Wasn't he vaccinated?"
Grandmother, hearing this, became a little angry and said, "Is this how you act as a father?"
The doctor awkwardly cleared his throat and replied, "The young master is allergic to penicillin, so he hasn't received the chickenpox or flu vaccine."
Yu's father also looked embarrassed and said, "I forgot about this. What should we do now?"
"As long as there are no complications, it's still manageable," the doctor frowned.
Yu's father looked at his son with concern but decided to send him to the hospital.
The young master furrowed his brow. "I don’t want to go to the hospital; we have everything we need at home."
"Listen to me," Yu’s father said, rubbing his head. "The hospital has better equipment, and the people taking care of you are more professional."
Lin Miao listened quietly. The adults were talking, so she didn’t have a chance to speak.
Soon after, a car arrived to take the young master to the hospital.
Lin Miao wanted to follow but was stopped by the butler. "It's too busy over there. Stay here and wait for the young master to come back."
Lin Miao’s nose became sour. She didn’t want to stay home.
Her brother was sick, and her father had taken him to the city, telling her to stay home. It had taken a long time for them to return.
She wanted to go with them, to at least know what was going on.
But soon, the car drove away.
Grandmother, Yu’s father, and the doctor left.
The butler soon had dinner brought to her room. Lin Miao had no appetite; even the food she used to love didn’t taste good anymore.
At eight o'clock in the evening, grandmother and Yu’s father came back.
Lin Miao quickly ran downstairs, not caring about her fear. "When will my brother be back?"
Grandmother patted her head. "He'll be back soon. Go to bed."
The butler took Lin Miao upstairs, leaving the two adults in the living room.
Before going upstairs, Lin Miao overheard grandmother's angry voice, "It's for filming again. Her son is in the hospital, and she's still thinking about filming. If she loves acting so much, why did she even get married?"
Yu’s father said wearily, "She’s already on her way back. The crew is in the mountains; she can’t help it. Mom, don’t say too much."
Lin Miao returned to her room and asked the butler, "Uncle, which hospital is my brother in?"
The butler squatted down and said, "The best hospital. Go to bed now."
Lin Miao nodded, then washed her face and brushed her teeth before lying down. She didn’t change into her pajamas but instead took out her small backpack, packing pens, notebooks, books, and the 500 yuan her mother had given her.
Lin Miao hugged her small backpack, turned off the light, and lay in bed.
In her mind, she could still hear the words she overheard. They said that if there were complications, the young master might not make it through.
Lin Miao understood. She understood what "not making it" meant.
She had a little friend who fell off a cliff while picking firewood. The village chief said the same thing.
She was really scared.
If the young master was alone in the hospital with no one to play games with him, no one to call him for breakfast...
At around ten o’clock, the villa became quiet, just like usual.
Lin Miao, carrying her small backpack, came out of her room.
She crossed the garden, which was bathed in moonlight after the rain. Since arriving here, Lin Miao had never gone out of the garden.
Then, she quickly climbed over the locked iron gate and jumped down.
She remembered the direction the car had gone and ran in that direction.
Lin Miao ran fast. She had never been to the hospital, but she ran as if she knew exactly where she was going.
The young master was lying on the bed, bored, staring at the ceiling, his brow furrowed.
He couldn’t sleep because his body itched and hurt. Even after applying the medicine, it still hurt. He had sent the nurse away because he didn’t want anyone in his room.
He remembered the little girl crying when they left and felt even more uncomfortable.
Just then, the door to his hospital room opened quietly.
A small figure slipped inside.
The young master froze for a moment and then whispered, "Who’s there?"
He heard Lin Miao’s panting voice. "Brother, it’s me."
The young master sat up in disbelief. He turned on the light and saw Lin Miao walking over with her small backpack, her forehead covered in sweat.
Lin Miao was out of breath. "Brother... the fifteenth floor... it’s so hard to climb."
The young master felt a little emotional. "I’ll teach you to take the elevator tomorrow."
At that moment, someone knocked on the door. It was the doctor who had seen the light on in the young master's room.
Lin Miao quickly hid behind the bed with her backpack.
The doctor opened the door. "Young master, is something wrong?"
The young master turned off the light and said, "No."
The doctor had no choice but to close the door.
Lin Miao sat down. "That was close. We almost got caught."
The young master frowned. "Did you come out by yourself?"
Lin Miao nodded. Like when they used to sneak around playing games, she said, "I climbed over the door and nobody noticed."
The young master, feeling like he had narrowly escaped danger, sighed and said, "Do you know how dangerous it is to be out so late?"
Lin Miao didn’t know. She had walked farther roads alone since she was a child, so she didn’t feel scared. To her, it was just like sneaking downstairs to pick up a book.
Her heart was warmed, knowing that her brother cared about her. "It wasn’t dangerous. I took a taxi when I went out. 'Taxi,' just like you taught me. It’s on the car, and the driver brought me here."
The young master’s heart softened. He couldn’t say anything harsh and just sighed. "Don’t go out so late by yourself again."
Lin Miao took out the fruit she had bought at the hospital from her backpack and placed it aside. Then she said, "Okay."
She then supported herself with her hands, looking at her brother in bed. "Brother, can’t you sleep?"
She had had chickenpox before, and it was itchy and painful, keeping her from sleeping.
Her mother used to fan her beside the bed to help her feel better.
Lin Miao took out a piece of paper. "Brother, close your eyes. I’ll fan you."
Saying that, she slowly fanned him with the paper, careful not to create too much of a draft since his body might not handle it.
The young master looked at her serious expression and said, "Go sleep in the other bed. I’ll sleep."