Transmigration; Married to My Ex-Fiancé's Uncle-Chapter 279; Arrival of the Celestial Mother

Chapter 279: Chapter 279; Arrival of the Celestial Mother

The doctor pressed his stethoscope to her chest, his face grave. Then his expression shifted to confusion. To wonder.

"Her heartbeat... It’s strengthening. Blood pressure is rising. This is.... this is impossible."

The lady slumped forward, barely conscious herself now, but smiling. "Not impossible. Just... celestial."

Her hands slipped away from Shuyin’s chest, the silver light finally fading. She’d given everything, drained herself completely, but her daughter was breathing. Truly breathing, deeply and steadily.

Shuyin’s eyes fluttered open, clearer now, focused. She looked up at her mother’s pale, exhausted face.

"Mother..." Her voice was hoarse, damaged, but it was there.

"I’m here, baby." The lady’s hand found Shuyin’s, squeezing weakly. "You did it. You’re going to be all right."

"So... are you." Shuyin managed, each word an effort.

Mother and daughter, both barely clinging to consciousness, both having sacrificed everything for each other, held hands and simply breathed.

They were alive.

Against all odds, against poison and curse and the cruelty of the one who should have protected them both, they had survived.

Lu Yuze sat back on his heels, finally allowing himself to breathe, to feel the terror that had gripped him for the past hours. His hands were shaking, his shirt was soaked with blood, and tears he hadn’t known he was crying tracked down his face.

But Shuyin was alive.

They were both alive.

"Thank you," he whispered to whatever gods might be listening. "Thank you."

Mei collapsed against the wall, her own injuries forgotten in the relief that flooded through her. Her mistress lived. The princess lived. They had survived the night.

Ah Ling and Ah Ying clung to each other shocked, while the doctor simply stared in amazement at a recovery that defied every law of medicine he’d ever learned.

Outside, dawn was breaking, true dawn this time, not the gray pre-dawn darkness they’d arrived in. Golden sunlight streamed through the cracked windows, touching mother and daughter with warmth, with light, with the promise of a new day they’d both fought so desperately to see.

"Rest now," Lu Yuze said softly, brushing hair back from Shuyin’s forehead. "Both of you. You’re safe here. I’ll make sure of it."

Shuyin’s eyes met his, and despite her exhaustion, despite the pain, she managed the smallest smile.

Then darkness claimed her again, not the darkness of death, but of healing sleep.

And this time, when she fell into unconsciousness, she wasn’t alone.

Her mother’s hand remained clasped in hers, their pulses beating in synchrony, two hearts that had found each other again and refused to be separated.

Whatever came next, whatever vengeance needed to be extracted, whatever battles needed to be fought, they would face it together.

But for now, they simply rested.

Alive.

Together.

Home.

The silence that fell after Shuyin and her mother slipped into unconsciousness was profound, broken only by the sound of ragged breathing and the steady drip of the IV line.

Lu Yuze looked down at Shuyin, her hand still clasped in her mother’s, both women pale and still as death despite the steady rise and fall of their chests. Blood stained everything, the floor, the sofas, his clothes, their clothes. The sitting room looked like a battlefield, and in many ways, it had been.

Without doing anything, they stayed there for thirty minutes until the IV drip was done and removed.

He then moved carefully, gently disengaging Shuyin’s hand from her mother’s grip. The lady didn’t stir, too deep in exhausted sleep to notice.

"Ah Ying," Lu Yuze said quietly, his voice hoarse. "Take the lady to the largest guest room across the hallway down there. Have Mei stay with her. She’ll need someone familiar when she wakes."

"Yes, Master." Ah Ying moved forward, his expression carefully neutral despite the shock still evident in his eyes. He looked at Mei, who was struggling to stay upright against the wall. "Can you walk?"

Mei nodded weakly. "I can manage."

"Good. Help me with the lady, then you can rest in the room with her."

Together, Ah Ying and Mei carefully lifted the unconscious woman. Despite her celestial nature, she weighed no more than any mortal woman, her body limp and unresisting. Mei supported her mistress’s head, tears streaming silently down her face as they carried her from the room.

Lu Yuze watched them go, then turned his attention to Shuyin.q She looked so small, so fragile lying there, covered in blood both her own and the poison’s. Her breathing was steady now, but her face was deathly pale, her lips still tinged with blood.

He slid his arms beneath her, lifting her carefully against his chest. She was lighter than she should be, as if all that violence had burned away parts of her. Her head lolled against his shoulder, and a soft, pained sound escaped her lips.

"Shh," he murmured, adjusting his hold. "I’ve got you. You’re safe now."

He carried her toward the door, then paused, looking back at the doctor who stood frozen, staring at the blood-soaked scene with the expression of a man whose understanding of reality had just been thoroughly shattered.

"Dr. Chen," Lu Yuze said, his tone firm but not unkind. "What you witnessed this early morning...."

"Never happened, Master..." the doctor finished, his voice shaky but certain. "I understand, Mr. Lu. I saw nothing unusual. Just two patients with severe injuries who soon stabilized. That’s all that will appear in my report."

Lu Yuze studied him for a moment, then nodded. "Your discretion is appreciated and if anything leaks out, it’s your head that would roll. Ah Ling will see you out and ensure you’re compensated appropriately for your emergency services."

"I don’t need...."

"You’ll take it anyway," Lu Yuze interrupted. "And Dr. Chen? If either patient’s condition changes, you will be called again. I trust you’ll remain available."

The doctor nodded slowly. "Of course. Though I don’t think your... wife... will need conventional medical care."

"Perhaps not. But I’d prefer to have you on standby regardless."

"Understood."