Chapter 292: One Night with a High-Risk Pregnant Woman

Qin Feng's figure moved swiftly through the sterile, icy corridor of the Medical Center, his steps steady and devoid of any agitation, yet an invisible force severed the surrounding noise. Xia Wan followed closely behind, each step feeling impossibly heavy, her heart pounding wildly in her chest, a mix of unspent grief and newborn hope nearly suffocating her. She forced her breathing into control, struggling to suppress the energy still stirring within her, Qin Feng's words echoing repeatedly in her mind—"Control yourself."

Outside the Rescue Room, the atmosphere was as heavy as solidified lead. Xia Madam sat slumped on a bench, supported by a female staff member, weeping silently, as if all her spirit had been drained away. Lei Dong frowned deeply, pacing back and forth; when he saw Qin Feng arrive, surprise flashed in his eyes, then immediately gave way to relief—as if he'd found his anchor—and he hurried forward.

"Mr. Qin!" Lei Dong's voice was urgent, "Xia Tian—he…"

Qin Feng raised a hand, cutting him off. His gaze didn't linger on the closed door of the Rescue Room; instead, he turned directly toward an empty observation room, his tone leaving no room for argument: "Move him here."

"What?" Lei Dong and the nearby doctor both froze. The Chief Engineer stepped forward immediately: "Sir, Engineer Xia's condition is critical. His vital signs have just stabilized—moving him now carries extreme risk! We're preparing follow-up maintenance and treatment protocols…"

Qin Feng glanced at him calmly. That calm, unrippled gaze instantly pressed upon the experienced Chief Engineer, who found his words stuck in his throat.

"Risk?" Qin Feng's voice held no inflection. "Will staying inside guarantee he wakes up?"

The doctor fell silent. Modern medicine, though advanced, held no certainty for this level of neural damage. The so-called treatment protocols were merely life support, hoping for the faint miracle of self-repair.

"Do as he says." Lei Dong hesitated only an instant, then gave a decisive order. He had witnessed too many of Qin Feng's impossible feats—now, he chose to trust without condition.

Under Lei Dong's firm command, the medical team, though filled with doubt, swiftly and carefully moved the unconscious Xia Tian—along with the essential life-support equipment—into the observation room.

Xia Tian lay on the mobile bed, his face ashen, eyes tightly shut, oxygen mask covering mouth and nose, wires connected to monitors all over his body—he looked fragile beyond measure.

Seeing her father like this, Xia Wan's tears came again, but she clamped her hand over her mouth, refusing to make a sound, afraid of disturbing Qin Feng.

Qin Feng walked to the bedside, his gaze fixed on Xia Tian like the most precise scanning instrument. He extended a finger, the tip glowing with a faint, barely perceptible green light—seeming to carry the breath of life's origin—and gently touched Xia Tian's forehead.

The instant his fingertip neared the skin, Xia Tian's body convulsed violently. The monitors spiked with erratic data, emitting a shrill alarm!

"Residual energy!" the nearby doctor cried out, "His body still has wildly active stray energy destroying neural tissue! We tried neutralizing it before, but the effect was negligible!"

Qin Feng's brow furrowed slightly, displeased by this stubborn energy. The faint green light at his fingertip instantly solidified, flowing like a steady stream, ignoring the chaotic stray energy's resistance, precisely seeping into Xia Tian's forehead.

In an instant, the air in the observation room seemed to freeze.

Xia Wan held her breath, eyes locked on her father and Qin Feng.

Qin Feng closed his eyes. His consciousness, carried by that life energy, sank deep into Xia Tian's severely damaged neural network.

There, it was not silent. Countless neural pathways, severed and charred by energy impacts, lay like wreckage on a barren battlefield; wild, lightning-like stray energies darted chaotically within, inflicting continuous, cumulative damage.

Qin Feng "saw" this ruined landscape. Within his core of consciousness, the ancient Inheritance's Law of Life stirred quietly. The green energy flowing from his fingertip grew softer, longer, like spring rain, silently soaking into the scorched, broken "soil."

A miraculous sight unfolded.

Nourished by this torrent of vital energy, the once-dead, even necrotic nerve endings began to tremble faintly, reviving with the faintest spark of life. The severed pathways were guided and reconnected by invisible force—though the process was too slow for the naked eye to detect, the signs of regeneration and repair were undeniable!

And those wild stray energies, upon encountering this purer, more primordial life energy, melted like snow under sunlight, neutralized swiftly, their destructive power reduced to near zero.

This was not mere energy confrontation—it was a layer of life-level coverage and repair.

Seconds ticked by.

Outside the observation room, Xia Madam clasped her hands tightly in prayer. Lei Dong and the others watched the monitors—on screen, Xia Tian's chaotic vital signs were slowly, steadily returning toward normal range! Especially brainwave activity: from a flat, near-dead line, faint but rhythmic waves were now emerging!

"This… how is this possible…" the Chief Engineer murmured, staring at the impossible data, his face filled with shock and disbelief.

Xia Wan also saw the data shift. Overwhelming joy struck her, making her whole body tremble. She looked at Qin Feng—the man still with closed eyes, posture upright as a pine—and her eyes filled with boundless gratitude and awe.

Hours passed—or perhaps only minutes—but to everyone present, it felt like a century.

Qin Feng slowly opened his eyes. The faint green light at his fingertip faded away. His complexion was slightly paler than usual, but his expression remained calm.

He withdrew his finger and spoke calmly: "The destructive energy has been cleared. Damaged nerves are repairing. He will wake up. Aftereffects… will not occur."

His voice was low, yet it exploded like thunder in the silent observation room.

"R-Really?!" Xia Madam could hardly believe her ears. She broke free from the staff's hold and rushed to the bedside, trembling hands brushing her husband's cheek—feeling the warmth slowly returning—and her tears surged again, this time from overwhelming joy.

On the monitors, Xia Tian's brainwave activity grew clearer; his breathing became steady and strong.

Xia Wan walked to Qin Feng's side. This time, she did not kneel—she bowed deeply, profoundly, her voice choked but resolute: "Sir… thank you! Your life-saving grace—I, Xia Wan, will never forget!"

Qin Feng glanced at her, his gaze lingering for an instant on her eyes—red and swollen, yet now glowing with renewed determination.

"Remember the helplessness you felt when you lost control," he said calmly. "Power is not merely a weapon—it is a responsibility. Only by mastering it can you protect what you cherish."

With that, he did not linger. He turned and left the observation room.

The corridor's light stretched his shadow long behind him.

Xia Wan watched his retreating back, fists clenched tightly. The elation of her father's rescue gradually settled, replaced by a clarity and resolve she had never known.

The gentleman was right.

Loss of control stems from weakness—from insufficient mastery over power.

From today, she would no longer see her Bloodline Power as mere talent—she would forge it into a true weapon, responsive as an extension of her will, capable of offense and defense.

So she would never again endure this near-desperate helplessness.

So she could protect all she held dear.

Her father had fallen—but the family could not. And she must grow faster, become the new pillar.

At this moment, Xia Wan's gaze shed its last traces of doubt and naivety, hardening into the steady, brilliant light of a star tempered by fire.