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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.
