I felt something was wrong, pushed him away, turned over, and got up to see his extremely pale face, with veins popping out in pain, gripping the collar of his clothes on his chest.

I panicked instantly, "Mr. Shen, Mr. Shen! What's wrong with you?"

He didn't respond for a while. I was scared and didn't know what to do, so I took out my phone, intending to call 120 (emergency services).

He pointed to his coat on the floor and mumbled unclearly, "Medicine... medicine..."

I rolled off the bed in a hurry, picked up his coat, and searched for it. Finally, I found a bottle of medicine.

"How much should I take at once, Mr. Shen?"

"Thre..."

My hands trembled uncontrollably. I poured out three pills and stuffed them into his mouth, then quickly went to get water for him to swallow.

After taking the medicine, he gradually calmed down.

I stayed by his side, seeing his eyes closed tightly, his breathing becoming steady, while I was still sweating coldly and filled with fear.

Normally, I don't cry much, but now tears flowed uncontrollably.

Hearing my sobbing, Mr. Shen slowly opened his eyes.

I nervously asked him, "How do you feel now?"

"I'm sorry, I scared you."

His face was still somewhat pale, and his voice was weak.

"Mr. Shen... Are you sick?" I looked at him with teary eyes, full of self-blame, and asked him cautiously.

He nodded, "Yes, heart disease."

I looked at him in disbelief.

So, what he said was true. I almost really angered him to death.

But, he looks so healthy. How could he have such an illness?

My hands and feet turned cold, and my heart inexplicably worried and panicked. I didn't know what to do. All I knew was that I kept apologizing to him.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Shen."

He interrupted me and said, "Don't say that about yourself anymore. It makes me uncomfortable to hear."

I could only nod repeatedly, "I won't say it anymore."

Feeling his renewed regard made me feel pressured. I couldn't help but ask him, "Mr. Shen, why do you insist on taking care of me? We are just ordinary employer and employee, nothing more."

"In fact, I don't even know your name..."

I hung my head low, but suddenly heard his muffled laughter. I looked up at him, puzzled.

Mr. Shen looked at me, and his lips curled up, "I'm Shen Yi, the Yi in Shen Yi means radiance."

From his usually calm eyes, I saw a brilliant and vibrant light for the first time.

I murmured, "Shen Yi."

I finally knew Mr. Shen's name.

Yi, it means brightness and radiance, which suits him well.

In my eyes, he has always been an outstanding and dazzling presence that I dare not directly face.