Transmigration; Married to My Ex-Fiancé's Uncle-Chapter 353; Guardian 2

And with each passing minute, the families waiting in the corridor had grown more desperate. More angry. More irrational. The thin veneer of civilization that wealth and status usually provided had worn away completely, revealing the raw, primal fear beneath.

"WHERE IS MY GRANDSON?!" Madam Chen’s voice was hoarse from screaming, the carefully cultivated elegance of her usual tone completely shredded. Her carefully styled hair had come loose from its pins, hanging in disheveled strands around her face. Her expensive makeup was streaked with tears and sweat, mascara running in black rivulets down her cheeks. She looked like someone on the edge of complete breakdown, teetering on that knife’s edge between sanity and whatever lay beyond it.

A young nurse approached cautiously, a sedative already prepared in her hand, her expression carefully neutral despite the tension radiating through the corridor. "Ma’am, please," she said, her voice professionally soothing. "You need to calm down. This level of stress isn’t helping anyone, and we need you to..."

"CALM DOWN?!" Madam Chen whirled on her with wild eyes, the movement so sudden and violent that the nurse actually flinched backward. "My daughter is dying in there!" Her arm flung out, pointing toward the intensive care wing where Lin Yueling clung to life by the thinnest of threads. "And you LOST her baby! You LOST the baby!" 𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖

The accusation hung in the air for a split second, heavy with grief and rage and the desperate need to blame someone, anyone, for the incomprehensible.

Then Madam Chen lunged forward and struck the nurse across the face with her open palm.

The crack of flesh meeting flesh echoed through the corridor like a gunshot, sharp and brutal and shocking in its violence. The nurse stumbled backward, her hand flying to her reddening cheek, shock and pain warring on her young face. She’d been trained to handle difficult family members, to de-escalate tense situations, to maintain professional composure under pressure. But nothing in her training had prepared her for being physically assaulted by a grieving grandmother who’d lost her mind to desperation.

"Security!" someone shouted from down the hall, the call urgent and afraid.

But before security could intervene, before anyone could move to separate the combatants, Lin Feng exploded into his own violence across the corridor. He grabbed a doctor by his white coat, his fingers twisting in the fabric, and slammed him against the wall with enough force to crack the plaster. A spiderweb of fractures spread out from the impact point, small chunks of wall material raining down onto the floor.

"You incompetent BASTARD!" Lin Feng roared, spittle flying from his lips. "That baby was the only thing my daughter had left! The only....." His voice broke, cracking with the weight of too much emotion trying to force its way through too small an opening. The strong, controlled patriarch who’d built an empire on stolen foundations was gone, shattered, replaced by a father watching everything he valued slip through his fingers like water. "You were supposed to protect him! You were supposed to KEEP HIM SAFE!"

The doctor’s feet were barely touching the ground, Lin Feng’s grip iron-tight on his collar, cutting off air and dignity in equal measure. The doctor’s face was going red, his hands scrabbling uselessly at Lin Feng’s wrists. "Sir, please," he gasped, his voice strangled. "I can’t breathe, please, you have to...."

"I DON’T CARE!" Lin Feng roared, the words raw and jagged. His eyes were bloodshot, threaded with red from hours of crying and stress and sleeplessness. His face had gone purple with rage and grief and the terrible, crushing weight of helplessness. "My daughter chose to DIE for that baby! She CHOSE him over her own life! And you....." He shook the doctor violently, the man’s head snapping back and forth like a rag doll. "You LOST him! How?! HOW DO YOU LOSE A BABY FROM A SEALED INCUBATOR?!"

Security guards rushed forward, their boots pounding against the linoleum floor, their hands reaching out to pry Lin Feng’s fingers away from the doctor’s throat. It took three of them, pulling and pushing and using techniques designed to break holds without causing permanent injury. Lin Feng fought them every step of the way, his grief giving him strength beyond what his aging body should have possessed.

On the other side of the corridor, Lu Cheng stood like a statue carved from ice, perfectly still, perfectly controlled. Where the Lin family had exploded into violence and screaming, Lu Cheng contained his rage behind a mask of terrifying calm. But his eyes were burning with something cold and lethal, the kind of quiet fury that promised destruction far more thorough than any amount of physical violence could achieve. Beside him, Mrs. Lu trembled with barely suppressed fury, her hands clenched into white-knuckled fists at her sides, her perfectly manicured nails digging crescents into her palms.

Lu Cheng turned to face the hospital administrator who’d been hovering nearby, trying desperately to manage a situation that had spiraled far beyond his training or authority to handle. When Lu Cheng spoke, his voice was quiet, conversational even, but something in that very quietness made it more terrifying than any amount of shouting could have been. "You have one hour," he said, each word precisely enunciated, perfectly controlled. "One hour to find my grandson. After that, I will personally ensure this hospital ceases to exist. I will bury it under so many lawsuits, so much negative publicity, so much legal and financial pressure that you will BEG for bankruptcy to end your suffering."

The threat was delivered without heat, without a raised voice, without any outward sign of emotion. Which somehow made it infinitely more credible than if he’d screamed it. This was a man who had the resources, the connections, and the absolute lack of mercy necessary to follow through on every word.

The administrator’s face had gone gray, all color draining away as the implications sank in. "Mr. Lu, please understand," he started, his voice shaking. "We’re doing everything we can. The police are investigating, we’ve reviewed all footage, we’ve searched every....."