Transmigration; Married to My Ex-Fiancé's Uncle-Chapter 343; Hospitalization 4

"That’s..." The doctor blinked, leaning closer. "That’s highly unusual. It’s hereditary or genetic, the only person who has them is Shuyin" could this baby be a surrogated baby?

The nurse nodded mutely, unable to tear her gaze away from those impossible eyes.

Before anyone could say more....

The heart monitor spiked.

Not erratically. Not in distress.

But ’stronger.’

The weak, thready heartbeat that had been barely registering moments ago suddenly strengthened, the rhythm steadying, the amplitude increasing on the monitor display.

The doctor’s head snapped toward the machines.

"What..."

The oxygen saturation levels began climbing.

Slowly at first. Then faster.

78%. 82%. 86%. 90%.

Climbing toward normal ranges that should have been impossible for lungs this underdeveloped.

The neonatal specialist leaned over the incubator, his earlier fatigue forgotten, replaced by intense focus. His eyes scanned the tiny body, the color returning to pale skin, the breathing becoming less labored, the involuntary movements becoming more coordinated.

"He’s... recovering," the doctor said slowly, disbelief coloring his professional tone. "He’s recovering faster than he should be. ’Far’ faster."

The nurse swallowed hard, her gaze still locked on those luminous green eyes. "Doctor... have you ever seen anything like this?"

The neonatal specialist straightened, his expression a mixture of wonder and unease.

"No," he admitted quietly. "In twenty-three years of neonatal medicine, I have never seen anything remotely like this."

The baby’s tiny hand flexed, fingers curling and uncurling with increasing strength.

Those jade eyes blinked slowly, still unfocused, still seeing nothing.

But *aware* in a way that newborns simply weren’t.

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**Back in the main operating field—**

"We’re losing her! Complete cardiac arrest!"

Lin Yueling’s heart monitor screamed into a flatline, the continuous tone piercing and terrible.

"Start chest compressions! Now!"

The anesthesiologist moved immediately, positioning his hands over Lin Yueling’s sternum, beginning rapid, rhythmic compressions that made her entire body jerk with each thrust.

"Adrenaline ready!"

"Charging defibrillator!"

The surgeon had already closed the uterine incision, no time for careful, cosmetic work, just functional sutures to stop the worst of the bleeding. But there was so *much* blood. The surgical drapes were soaked. The suction canisters were full and being swapped out for empty ones.

"Clear!" the surgeon commanded.

Hands lifted away from Lin Yueling’s body.

The defibrillator paddles pressed against her chest.

**Shock.**

Her body arched violently off the table, muscles contracting involuntarily.

The heart monitor remained flatlined.

Nothing. 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮

"Again! Charging to 300!"

Another desperate moment of waiting as the machine recharged.

"Clear!"

**Shock.**

The violent convulsion rippled through her frame again.

For a moment.... nothing.

Then....

A weak, trembling heartbeat flickered back onto the monitor.

Irregular. Unstable. But *there.*

"Pulse restored!" the anesthesiologist called out, sagging with relief.

But his relief was short-lived.

"Pulse is weak and thready," he reported grimly. "Blood pressure still critically low. She’s not out of danger yet, not even close."

The surgeon’s face was grim behind his mask. "We need massive transfusion protocol initiated immediately or we’re going to lose her again. And next time, we might not get her back."

Orders were barked. Nurses rushed to comply.

The battle to save Lin Yueling’s life continued, desperate and uncertain.

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**At that exact moment...**

**Miles away across the city.**

**Inside St. Catherine’s Private Hospital.**

Shuyin stood at the window of her mother’s private room, staring out at the city lights scattered across the darkness like fallen stars. Her mother lay in the bed behind her, breathing steadily, peacefully unconscious under the sleeping spell. Qiao occupied the second bed, equally still, equally oblivious.

Lu Yuze had stepped out moments ago to speak with Dr. Morrison about long-term care arrangements and security protocols.

She was alone with her thoughts.

Alone with the weight of everything that had happened in the past twelve hours.

Finding her mother chained in that hidden room.

Fifteen years of imprisonment.

Fifteen years of being told her mother was dead.

The rage that simmered beneath her skin felt volcanic, barely contained.

And then.....

Something *pulled.*

Not physically.

Deeper than that.

A sensation like an invisible thread suddenly pulled taut across impossible distance, connecting her to something, someone, she couldn’t name or see.

A tug in her very *soul,* violent and undeniable, like a second heartbeat slamming into rhythm with her own, synchronizing with a pulse that shouldn’t exist.

Shuyin gasped, her hand flying to her chest, pressing hard against her sternum as if she could somehow feel the connection, hold it, understand it.

"What....."

The air in front of her *twisted.*

Reality bent.

The door to the room opened and Lu Yuze stepped back inside, already speaking. "Shuyin, Dr. Morrison says the facility can provide..."

He never finished the sentence.

A streak of emerald light, like a falling star made of pure, condensed essence, like concentrated magic given form, tore through the hospital window without breaking it, phasing through glass and reality as if they were mere suggestions rather than solid matter.

It streaked across the room in a blur of impossible speed.

And slammed directly into Shuyin’s chest.

The impact was spiritual rather than physical, a shockwave that rebounded through her bones, her blood, her very being. The light *pushed* into her, *through* her, and then bounced back, thrown into the air by forces neither of them could comprehend.

Instinctively, her arms flew up.

Something solid and warm dropped into her grasp.

The weight and momentum nearly drove her to her knees.

"Shuyin!" Lu Yuze was there in an instant, catching her shoulders, steadying her before she could fall. "What is it?! What just....."

She stared down at her hands, trembling violently now, hardly able to process what she was seeing.

Nestled in her palms was a stone.

Jade green. Perfectly smooth. Perfectly round.

It glowed softly with inner light, pulsing gently, casting aquatic, rippling patterns across the walls of the hospital room like sunlight filtering through ocean water.

It was warm in her hands. Alive in a way that stones should never be alive.

The moment her skin made full contact with its surface...