Transmigration; Married to My Ex-Fiancé's Uncle-Chapter 339; Hospitalization

Shuyin was quiet for a long moment.

Then she nodded. "Okay. Do it."

Ting Fei adjusted course immediately, pulling out of the garage and onto the darkened streets. The mansion disappeared behind them.

"St. Catherine’s Private Hospital," Lu Yuze instructed. "North district. Tell them Mr. Lu is bringing in two patients requiring immediate care and complete confidentiality."

"Yes, sir." Ting Fei’s hands were steady on the wheel, his driving smooth despite their urgency.

The city blurred past the windows. Shuyin looked down at her mother’s face, peaceful now, sleeping naturally rather than unconscious from trauma.

Fifteen years.

Fifteen years stolen.

But not anymore.

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**City General Hospital**

When Lin Feng’s car screeched into the emergency bay, the nurses were already waiting. They’d called ahead. Pregnancy complications. High-risk patient.

The car doors flew open, and chaos erupted.

"Doctor! Where is the doctor?!"

"We need help! Please!"

Lin Yueling was lifted onto the stretcher bed, her face contorted with pain, both hands clutching her swollen belly. Blood had soaked through her dress, dark, alarming, impossible to ignore.

"My baby," she sobbed. "Please, my baby..."

Madam Chen ran alongside the stretcher as nurses wheeled it toward the emergency room, her face ashen with panic. "Please, you have to save the baby. Please!"

Lin Feng stood near the reception desk, his hands shaking as he tried to give information to the admitting nurse. Name. Age. Medical history. How far along....

"Six months," he managed. "She’s six months pregnant."

At the reception desk, two other people had been standing, mid-conversation with the night administrator.

Lu Cheng and his wife, Mrs. Lu.

They’d been at the hospital for hours, visiting their son Lu Zeyan in the private ward upstairs. The son who now had the mind of an infant. Who babbled incoherently and couldn’t recognize his own parents.

They’d been discussing long-term care options when the commotion erupted.

Mrs. Lu’s head snapped toward the emergency entrance.

And she saw Lin Yueling on the stretcher.

Pregnant. Bleeding. Crying.

"Mother! Mother!" Lin Yueling’s voice was desperate, reaching for Madam Chen’s hand.

Mrs. Lu’s face went white.

"Is that...." She grabbed her husband’s arm. "Lu Cheng, is that...."

Lu Cheng’s expression had gone stone-cold. His eyes tracked the stretcher as it rushed toward the emergency room, tracked the blood, tracked Lin Yueling’s swollen belly.

His grandson.

Lu Zeyan’s child.

The only piece of his son that might survive intact.

He moved before he’d consciously decided to, striding across the reception area toward where Lin Feng stood.

"Lin Feng," he said, his voice cutting through the chaos.

The other man turned, his face haggard with stress.

"Lu Cheng?" Lin Feng blinked, clearly not expecting to see him here at this hour. "What are you...."

"What happened?" Lu Cheng demanded. His gaze flicked toward the emergency room where Lin Yueling had disappeared. "Is my grandson okay?"

The words hung in the air.

’My grandson.’

Not "the baby." Not "Lin Yueling’s child."

’My grandson.’

A claim. A declaration of ownership.

Lin Feng’s mouth opened, then closed. "I... we don’t know yet. She started having pains. Bleeding. We got here as fast as we could."

Mrs. Lu had followed her husband, her expensive heels clicking sharply on the tile floor. "How did this happen?" Her voice was shrill, accusatory. "She’s only six months along. What did you do?"

"We didn’t do anything!" Madam Chen had reappeared from the emergency room, her face flushed with indignation and fear. "She was fine. And then suddenly...."

"Suddenly what?" Lu Cheng’s tone was ice. "My son is upstairs with his mind destroyed, and now his child, his only child, is in danger. So I’ll ask again: what happened?"

Madam Chen flinched.

Lin Feng stepped forward, trying to placate. "Mr. Lu, please. We’re all worried. But the doctors are with her now. We just need to...."

"You need to explain," Mrs. Lu interrupted, "why the woman carrying my grandson, why my son’s mistress, is bleeding in an emergency room."

The word *mistress* was delivered like a slap.

Madam Chen’s face flushed darker. "She is not a mistress. She’s carrying Shuyin’s baby. She’s a surrogate. A selfless...."

"Don’t." Lu Cheng’s voice was quiet. Deadly. "Don’t insult my intelligence with that lie."

He stepped closer to Lin Feng, and something dangerous flickered in his eyes.

"We both know whose child that is," he said quietly. "We both know what really happened. I just need to know what’s happening!"

He leaned in even closer. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝓮𝒘𝙚𝙗𝒏𝙤𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝒐𝙢

"So that baby?" he continued. "That baby is a Lu. Not a Lin. And if anything happens to it, if your negligence or your family’s drama causes harm to my grandson....."

He didn’t finish the sentence.

He didn’t need to.

The threat hung in the air, sharp and clear.

Lin Feng swallowed hard. "We’re doing everything we can. I swear."

"You’d better be," Mrs. Lu said coldly. She turned to her husband. "I’m going to call our family doctor. Get a second opinion. Make sure they’re actually treating her properly."

She pulled out her phone and walked away, already dialing.

Lu Cheng remained, his gaze fixed on the emergency room doors.

His grandson.

The only piece of Lu Zeyan that might survive.

He would burn this entire hospital down before he let anything happen to that child.

Inside the emergency room, doctors swarmed around Lin Yueling. Monitors beeped. Urgent voices called out medical jargon.

"Blood pressure dropping..."

"Get me an ultrasound, now..."

"Page OB, we need a specialist..."

Lin Yueling gripped the rails of the bed, tears streaming down her face.

"My baby," she whispered. "Please save my baby."

The baby was supposed to elevate her status. The baby that made her matter. The baby that was her only claim to the Lu family fortune now that Lu Zeyan was gone.

She couldn’t lose it.

She *couldn’t.*

The ultrasound machine was wheeled in. The technician pressed the wand against Lin Yueling’s belly, and grainy black-and-white images appeared on the screen.

A heartbeat.

Small. Rapid. But there.

"Baby’s alive," the doctor said. "But we need to stop this bleeding. Prep for possible emergency intervention."