The room smelled faintly of antiseptic. Cold, clean, and suffocating.Fang Jia lay on the bed, pale and motionless. Her breathing was shallow, uneven, like her body was still trying to recover from the shock. Beside her, machines beeped softly, fragile and distant.He Yichen stood at the edge of the bed.Silent. Still. But the air around him felt dangerous.“Is she stable?” he asked.His voice was low, controlled.The doctor hesitated. “She’s conscious, but weak. We need to monitor her closely.”Yichen’s gaze darkened. “And the baby?”The doctor paused before answering. “There was a risk. Severe shock. Impact trauma.”Fang Jia’s fingers twitched slightly.“But for now… the pregnancy is still intact.”Fang Jia let out a shaky breath.Her fingers trembled against the sheets, gripping them weakly as if she needed something to anchor herself to reality.Alive.The baby was still alive.A quiet sob escaped her lips before she could stop it.“I thought… I lost it…”Her voice broke completel
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