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The sharp sound of an alarm shattered the silence of three o'clock in the morning. Han Xiao rushed to the Insulation Box and saw a pale blue liquid flowing back into the veins of the convulsing three-month-old infant. The skin was marred by spiderweb-like purpura, reminding her of the fleeting serpentine shadow on the ultrasound screen during her late pregnancy check-up.
"Bed 37 is experiencing acute respiratory distress!" The duty nurse slammed the emergency button, and the blast-proof glass descended, isolating the ward. Han Xiao pressed her palm against the cold glass, watching as the attending physician raised trembling hands—the ventilator control screen flickered with a blood-red countdown: 4:59.
"This is not medical procedure!" Mao Yixuan tore open his sweat-soaked shirt, his tailored suit reflecting a grayish hue under the disinfection lights. His fingers skimmed over the control panel, pulling up the design blueprints of the neonatal ward from three months ago: "Ventilation system zone seven—Lin Xiao mentioned there’s a backup interface there!"
Suddenly, Lin Xiao's computer popped up thirty-seven video windows, each showing different angles of the rescue scene. The dialogue box at the bottom pulsed with Li Ce's distinctive Gothic font: "Chapter Two: A father must watch his child stop breathing." In the background, a news report from twenty years ago faintly echoed—"The Mao Chemical Plant explosion resulted in thirteen fatalities..."
The infant in the Insulation Box suddenly stopped convulsing. Han Xiao watched helplessly as the tidal volume on the ventilator skyrocketed to 2000ml, enough to rupture an adult's lung lobes. The attending physician frantically pounded on the emergency stop button, leaving bloody fingerprints on the steel panel, reminiscent of suspicious stains on the anesthetist's gloves that night in the delivery room.
"Shut off the power!" A Yong burst in holding a fire axe, its blade gleaming ominously under the emergency lights. But all medical equipment glowed with eerie green lights—the backup power had been activated by someone unknown. Han Xiao suddenly grasped her husband’s hand, her wedding ring digging into their flesh: "The laundry room! The missing baby clothes lining from last week!"
At that moment, as Bulletproof Glass shattered explosively, A Yong's fire axe grazed past the attending physician’s ear and struck into the ventilator’s main unit. Amidst flying sparks, Mao Yixuan wrapped the child in his suit and rolled toward a corner. As Han Xiao lunged forward, she heard bones thud against a metal cabinet—reminding her of their wedding night when Mao Yixuan had crashed through a glass wall to protect her.
"Right-sided pneumothorax! Prepare for puncture!" The arriving rescue team formed a new barrier amidst pools of blood. Han Xiao knelt among scattered electronic components and suddenly noticed glowing text on a fragment of a heart rate monitor: Your husband's medication box needs replenishing. She recalled her last prenatal psychological counseling session when the consultant repeatedly confirmed whether the seal on the Fluoxetine bottle was intact.
The lights in the intensive care unit suddenly went out. In the three seconds of darkness before backup power kicked in, Han Xiao felt Mao Yixuan's trembling right hand tightly gripping a Palm Springs medication bottle; the label reading "Fluoxetine" pressed against her fingertip like a blade—this was patterned after the wax seal she had gifted him on Li Ce's eighteenth birthday.
"Surveillance number 47 has anomalies!" A Yong's voice crackled through the intercom. In the monitoring room, he was magnifying images to pixel level: two hours earlier in corridor surveillance footage, an anesthetist pushing a cart of equipment passed by a reflective mirror, revealing irises that displayed an unnatural gray-green hue—characteristic of Li Ce’s eye color correction surgery performed in Las Vegas.
The torrential rain pounded against the helipad as the door of the emergency helicopter slowly closed. Mao Yixuan watched the oxygen mask in his wife's hands and suddenly tore off his wristwatch, hurling it against the cabin wall. The diamond-studded surface cracked like a spider's web against the bulletproof glass. This was a coming-of-age gift from his father when he inherited the company at twenty, with the inscription on the back reading "To the Guardian of the Future."
"The virus spreads through the Maternal Health Bracelet's Bluetooth Protocol." Lin Xiao's image suddenly appeared on the cabin display, and behind her, a projection screen flickered with yellowed medical records. Han Xiao saw Li Ce's name appear in the Neonatal Death Record section, with the time of death marked as exactly twenty years ago on the day of the Chemical Plant Explosion. The signature in the guardian's section was unmistakably that of Mao Yixuan's father when he was young—identical to the forged signature on the prenatal consent form.
The helicopter suddenly jolted violently. The pilot, terrified, discovered that the Navigation System was playing a recording of Li Ce: "Do you remember how your father made the ambulance take a three-hour detour?" Amidst sparks erupting from the dashboard, Han Xiao curled up in the Blast Chamber, clutching their child, hearing Mao Yixuan recite a childhood prayer in Russian—a blessing they had secretly learned during their honeymoon at a church in Saint Petersburg.
Outside, an alarm blared from the Backup Medical Station. Everyone turned to look at the Incubator, where the child, who should have been unconscious, was staring wide-eyed with amber eyes. The reflection in their pupils showed a flashing red dot from a Surveillance Camera—it was clearly Li Ce's exclusive signal frequency from a VIP room in a Macau casino. Han Xiao suddenly recalled that night when she felt unusually strong fetal movements during late pregnancy; the fetal heart Monitor had briefly connected to an unknown WiFi hotspot.
"He doesn't want money." Han Xiao pressed a cold pack against her husband's bruised forehead, watching him swallow his fourth Fluoxetine of the day. The muddy Baby Bodysuit in the evidence bag oozed dark red, and on its chest, a Serpent Symbol was drawn in three people's blood: Li Ce, Zhou Mingli, and an Anonymous individual who died twenty years ago in the Chemical Plant Explosion—genetic testing revealed that this was Li Ce's biological father.
In the backup operating room, Mao Yixuan's hand holding the laser scalpel suddenly paused. In those last three seconds before full anesthesia took effect, Han Xiao saw a single tear of blood slide down her husband's cheek—a sign of corneal rupture, identical to what he had experienced when attacked by rivals on their first encounter.
"I found the encryption source!" Lin Xiao's scream pierced through the blast door. The 3D modeling on the main screen revealed that the underground structure of the entire medical station was identical to that of the Chemical Plant laboratory from years ago. Suddenly, a camera in ventilation zone seven turned automatically to capture Li Ce standing on their newlywed villa's terrace, playing with Han Xiao's missing wedding ring.
As the first rays of sunlight pierced through the clouds, the heart monitor emitted a long beep. Han Xiao frantically tore open the surgical curtain and saw Mao Yixuan's left hand hanging limply; within his palm, the inner circle of his wedding ring glowed with coded light—this was Morse code they had engraved for each other on their wedding anniversary: Till death do us part.
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