Transmigration; Married to My Ex-Fiancé's Uncle-Chapter 388; Lin Yueling 2
The senior nurse held her shoulders with both hands, tears streaming down her own face now as she watched this young mother destroy herself from grief. "I’m so sorry," she said, her voice thick with genuine anguish. "I’m so, so sorry, Miss Lin. But you have to stop. You’re going to bleed out if you don’t stop moving."
"I don’t care!" Lin Yueling screamed back, her voice breaking completely. "I don’t care about me! I care about my son! Bring me my baby! Just bring me my baby!"
The doctor moved in with the sedative, a much stronger dose than they’d normally use because they needed her unconscious immediately before she bled to death from self-inflicted injuries. "Hold her arm steady," he commanded, and the junior nurse complied, pinning Lin Yueling’s thrashing arm against the mattress while he found a vein and administered the injection.
"No," Lin Yueling moaned, still fighting even as the medication began to take effect. "No, please, I need to find him. I need to....." Her words started to slur, her movements becoming less coordinated even as she continued trying to fight. "My baby. Please. Someone find my baby. He’s so small. He’s so small and he’s all alone and he needs...."
Her voice faded to a whisper, then to nothing at all. Her eyes, still streaming with tears, rolled back slightly before her lids fluttered closed. Her body went limp against the restraining hands, the fight draining out of her as unconsciousness claimed her.
But even in the moments before she went completely under, her lips continued to move, forming soundless words that the senior nurse could read clearly: "My baby. My baby. My baby."
The room fell into terrible silence broken only by the ragged breathing of the exhausted medical staff. The doctor immediately turned his attention to Lin Yueling’s abdomen, carefully peeling back the blood-soaked bandaging to assess the damage.
"She’s torn three of the internal stitches and at least half the external ones," he said grimly. "We’re going to have to take her back to surgery to repair this. Get an OR prepped immediately."
The senior nurse looked down at the unconscious young woman, at her tear-stained face still twisted in grief even in sedated sleep, at the blood covering her abdomen and soaking into the sheets, and felt her professional composure finally crack. "That poor girl," she whispered. "That poor, poor girl. What do we even tell her when she wakes up again?"
"The truth," the doctor said quietly, though his voice carried no conviction. "We tell her the truth. That her baby vanished under impossible circumstances. That we have no answers. That her family is gone. And we watch her break all over again."
They moved Lin Yueling onto a gurney, the bloody sheets left behind as evidence of a mother’s desperate grief, and wheeled her toward the operating room to repair the damage she’d done to herself in her frantic attempt to find a child who no longer existed in any form she could recognize.
The screams had stopped. The struggling had ceased. But the tragedy remained, settling over the hospital ward like a suffocating blanket that no amount of professional distance could shield the staff from witnessing.
The emergency surgical team worked quickly and efficiently, their movements practiced despite the unusual circumstances that had brought them Lin Yueling’s case. The operating room buzzed with controlled urgency as they repaired the damage she’d inflicted on herself, restitching torn internal layers, carefully closing external incisions that had been ripped open by her desperate thrashing.
"Vitals are stabilizing," the anesthesiologist reported after ninety minutes of meticulous work. "Blood pressure coming back up. She’ll recover physically."
The lead surgeon didn’t respond immediately, his hands still working to ensure every suture was perfect, that no further complications would arise from this nightmare. When he finally stepped back and stripped off his gloves, his expression was grim. "Physically, yes. But psychologically?" He shook his head. "That young woman has nothing left to wake up to. Her child is gone under impossible circumstances. Her family is in prison. The father of the child is brain-damaged. When she regains consciousness, she’s going to break all over again."
The surgical nurses cleaned and dressed the repaired incisions in silence, each of them processing what they’d witnessed. The blood-soaked sheets from her room had already been sent to the hospital laundry, but the memory of her screams, her desperate fighting, her complete psychological collapse, those wouldn’t wash away so easily.
They wheeled Lin Yueling to a private recovery room, this one equipped with soft restraints on the bed rails just in case she woke up violent again. The sedation was strong enough to keep her under for at least twelve hours, giving her body time to begin healing from both the original cesarean and the new surgical repairs.
A nurse was assigned to monitor her continuously, sitting in a chair beside the bed with instructions to call immediately if there were any signs of distress or if she began to wake. The young woman looked peaceful in sedated sleep, her face finally relaxed after the anguish that had twisted her features earlier. But even in unconsciousness, tear tracks remained visible on her cheeks.
Down the hall in the staff break room, the senior nurse who’d been present during Lin Yueling’s breakdown sat with a cup of coffee she wasn’t drinking, staring at nothing. The scratch marks on her forearm had been cleaned and bandaged, but they throbbed with every pulse beat, a physical reminder of a mother’s desperate grief.
"First time?" another nurse asked gently, settling into the chair beside her.
"No," the senior nurse said quietly. "I’ve been doing this for twenty years. I’ve delivered stillborn babies. I’ve watched parents say goodbye to children who didn’t survive. But this..." She paused, struggling to articulate what made this different. "This is watching someone lose a child who was alive and healthy and then just... vanished. How do you counsel someone through grief when you can’t even explain what happened? When the loss makes no logical sense?"
The other nurse had no answer. There was no training for situations like this, no protocol for explaining the impossible. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝕨𝕖𝗯𝚗𝚘𝕧𝕖𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝕞
"Her family isn’t coming back," the senior nurse continued, her voice barely above a whisper. "Her father and mother are in maximum security detention. The father of the baby is in another wing of this hospital with severe brain damage. When she wakes up, she’ll be completely alone with a grief that has no resolution, no body to bury, no answers to any of her questions."
"Maybe the police will find something," the other nurse offered without conviction.
"The police reviewed the security footage," the senior nurse said flatly. "They watched an infant turn to stone, then jade, then disappear into nothing. What exactly are they supposed to investigate? What crime fits that description? What law enforcement manual covers supernatural vanishing?"
They sat in heavy silence, the coffee growing cold, the weight of Lin Yueling’s tragedy settling over them like a physical presence.
In her private room, Lin Yueling slept on, her body repairing itself with the resilience of youth and medical intervention. But her mind, even in sedated darkness, cycled through fragmented nightmares, phantom cries of a baby she’d barely held, the weight of an infant in her arms that had lasted only moments before being taken away for standard newborn procedures, never to be returned.
The hospital settled into its routine. Shifts changed. New nurses received detailed handoff reports about the young woman in room 347 who’d torn her surgical stitches in a grief-fueled breakdown and required continuous monitoring. Each nurse who heard the story felt the same chill, the same helpless sorrow for a mother who’d lost everything in ways that defied explanation.
Tomorrow, or perhaps the day after, Lin Yueling would wake. The sedation would wear off and consciousness would return, bringing with it the crushing reality that her son was gone, her family was imprisoned, her husband was damaged beyond recognition, and she was utterly, devastatingly alone.
The nurses dreaded that moment. They’d seen grief before, but this, this was grief compounded by abandonment, by impossible circumstances, by a loss so profound and inexplicable that there were no words of comfort that wouldn’t sound hollow.
For now, though, Lin Yueling slept. And in her sleep, she didn’t know yet that when she woke, the nightmare would still be waiting. That no amount of screaming or fighting or tearing herself apart would bring back what had been taken from her.
