One is at the highest level of the hierarchy and the other is at the lowest; yet, nothing is what they seemed to be and nothing is absolute. Trust in the calling of heart for it knew what to do, when the time comes.
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Qing saw Dayu's eyes closing when he lost consciousness, as Dayu slumped across his body, suddenly. And Qing's heart almost stopped.
"Dayu!!?" Qing realised it fully then that Dayu had fainted.
Thankfully he had pulled Dayu to him earlier, if not, Dayu would have fallen into the floor. As it is, Qing put his hands around Dayu, lifting him up, shouting behind him, "Call Jirou! Now!!!" He was on his feet like lightning and was running across the room towards the door, when he remembered something.
Then he turned to the kitchen staff who were now frozen on their feet. Qing stopped, as he glared at them.
"What did you brought in just now???" His voice thundered across the room.
"Some smoked meat, sir...beef, chicken, pork and lamb.." the head kitchen staff answered, tremblingly, it's the usual tea time food they always served.
"Qing..!" His grandmother was then beside him already, "bring Dayu to your room first...!" She said.
In her heart, she already had her suspicions but she needed to wait for the doctor to confirm it.
Grunting, Qing ran towards their room at the President's Wing, with Dayu in his arms. Qing flung the door open and hurriedly laid Dayu on the freshly made bed.
