Transmigration; Married to My Ex-Fiancé's Uncle-Chapter 342; Hospitalization 3

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**Inside the operating room, chaos unfolded beneath a veneer of controlled precision.**

"Blood pressure falling!"

"She’s hemorrhaging faster than we can replace!"

"Move faster... fetal heart rate is dropping!"

The surgical team moved with practiced coordination, but there was an edge of desperation creeping into their movements. Too much blood. Too much damage. The human body could only take so much trauma before it simply... stopped.

Lin Yueling drifted in and out of consciousness beneath the anesthesia haze. Sounds reached her as echoes through water, muffled voices, urgent commands, the rhythmic beeping of machines tracking her failing vitals.

But beneath it all, even through the fog of medication and pain, she felt it.

The faint flutter inside her.

Her baby.

Still fighting. Still alive.

’Live,’ she begged silently, the thought forming in the darkness behind her closed eyes. ’Please, please live. You have to live. I don’t care what happens to me, but you have to live.’

"Incision complete," the lead surgeon announced, his voice steady despite the sweat beading on his forehead behind his surgical mask.

His hands moved swiftly, efficiently, cutting through layers of tissue with practiced precision.

"Placenta fully detached," the assisting doctor reported, her tone grim as she suctioned away blood to give the surgeon a clear field. "Massive internal bleeding from the separation. I’m seeing... God, the damage is extensive."

"I know." The surgeon’s jaw tightened. "Get me more suction. Now!"

A nurse moved immediately, adjusting equipment, trying to keep the surgical field visible through the blood.

Seconds later.....

"I see the infant," the surgeon said quietly.

His hands moved with exquisite care now, sliding beneath the tiny body, supporting the fragile head, lifting the baby free from the traumatized womb.

For one horrifying, eternal moment.....

Silence.

No cry.

No movement.

The infant lay limp in the surgeon’s hands, skin pale and waxy, limbs motionless.

"Come on," a nurse whispered desperately, already moving forward with warmed blankets. She gathered the newborn from the surgeon’s hands and rushed to the neonatal team waiting on the far side of the operating room. "Come on, little one... breathe..."

The neonatal team swarmed immediately. Gloved hands moved in perfect coordination: clearing airways with gentle suction, administering oxygen through a tiny mask, providing gentle but firm stimulation to jump-start the infant’s reflexes.

The room held its breath.

Five seconds.

Ten.

Fifteen.

Then.....

A sound pierced the suffocating tension.

A cry.

Thin. Fragile. More of a mewling whimper than a proper newborn’s wail.

But ’alive.’

"It’s a boy!" the lead neonatal nurse called out, relief evident in her voice. "We have a boy!"

A ripple of relief swept through the room for exactly half a second before the anesthesiologist’s voice cracked through it like a whip.

"Mother’s blood pressure crashing! We’re losing her!"

"She’s coding!"

The brief moment of triumph evaporated instantly.

--- 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝐰𝚎𝕓𝐧𝚘𝘃𝗲𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝕞

**Outside, the waiting room doors burst open as a nurse rushed out, still wearing her surgical scrubs, a surgical mask dangling around her neck.**

"The baby is alive," she announced without preamble.

Madam Chen gasped, her hands flying to her mouth. Lin Feng staggered forward a step, hope and fear warring on his face.

Lu Cheng exhaled for what felt like the first time in hours, his rigid posture relaxing fractionally.

Mrs. Lu stood abruptly. "And Lin Yueling?" Her voice was sharp, demanding. "What about the mother?"

The nurse’s expression tightened, professional mask slipping just enough to show strain beneath. "Ms. Lin’s condition is extremely critical. Her blood pressure crashed immediately after delivery. We’re doing everything we can to stabilize her, but...."

She didn’t finish the sentence.

She didn’t need to.

Hope shattered once more into dread, sharp and cutting.

Madam Chen let out a sound that was half-sob, half-wail, collapsing back against Lin Feng. He caught her automatically, his own face gray with shock.

Lu Cheng and Mrs. Lu exchanged a single glance.

The baby was alive.

That was what mattered.

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**Inside the neonatal station, the medical team worked with swift efficiency to secure the premature infant in a specialized incubator.**

Tubes snaked into tiny nostrils. Monitors were attached with adhesive patches barely larger than fingernails. IV lines threaded into impossibly small veins.

The baby’s chest rose and fell in rapid, uneven breaths, too fast, too shallow, struggling against underdeveloped lungs that hadn’t been meant to breathe air for another three months.

"Six months gestation," the neonatal specialist murmured, his experienced eyes scanning the monitors with practiced assessment. "Extremely premature. Respiratory distress is expected. Underdeveloped organs. He’s fighting, but..." He trailed off, shaking his head slightly. "It will take a miracle for him to stabilize, let alone survive long-term."

The nurse carefully adjusted the identification band around the infant’s impossibly tiny wrist, her movements gentle.

Then she paused.

Frowned.

Leaned closer.

"Doctor..."

"What is it?" The neonatal specialist didn’t look up from the ventilator settings he was adjusting.

She hesitated, staring at the tiny child. "His... eye color."

"Eye color?" Now the doctor did look up, mildly irritated by the distraction. Premature infants rarely opened their eyes this early, the lids were often fused shut for days or even weeks after birth. And even when they did open, newborn eyes were universally cloudy blue, the true color not manifesting until months later.

It was a non-issue. Hardly worth mentioning during a critical stabilization.

"I really don’t think..." he started.

"Doctor, please." The nurse’s voice carried an edge of something that made him stop. "Just look."

Frowning, he moved closer to the incubator.

The infant’s eyes were open.

Not fully, just thin slivers visible between barely-parted lids.

But open.

And the color.....

The doctor’s breath caught.

The baby’s eyes were not the cloudy, indeterminate blue typical of newborns.

They were ’green.’

Not ordinary green.

A luminous, almost jade-like green that seemed to catch the harsh surgical lights and refract them in ways that didn’t quite make optical sense. The irises appeared to have depth to them, layers of translucent color that shifted subtly as the infant’s unfocused gaze wandered.

It was like looking into polished gemstone rather than human eyes.