Chapter 1220: The Long-Awaited Return of Master's Wife Zhuang Jingxue

"Wife, since you insist on taking this gamble, I'll take you back 13 years to bring your mother, who died of acute heart failure caused by brain cancer, back from the underworld!"

"Honey, I'm counting on you!" Zhao Lanshan looked at Lin Lang with tears in her eyes, full of gratitude.

"We're all family, no need for formalities." As Lin Lang spoke, he took out two black masks from his personal space.

"Wife, put on a mask so people don't recognize us as time travelers." Lin Lang handed a mask to Zhao Lanshan and quickly put his own mask on.

"Mmm," Zhao Lanshan responded, putting on her mask with tears in her eyes.

Lin Lang cautioned, "Wife, you're not the young girl you were 13 years ago anymore. When you travel to the hospital later, don't recognize your father and brother, or you'll give yourself away."

"I understand, honey. I'm ready. Let's start time travel right away!" Zhao Lanshan's voice was filled with urgency, trembling with tears.

"Okay, let's set off now!"

As Lin Lang spoke, pale golden spacetime energy condensed at his fingertips. He then wrapped his arm around Zhao Lanshan's waist and triggered the [Spacetime Mass Teleportation] skill. The surrounding light and shadow instantly twisted into a vortex, and the wind whistled past their ears.

"call out……"

In the blink of an eye, Zhao Lanshan's feet touched the cold tiles of the hospital, and the pungent smell of disinfectant filled her nostrils.

The location is a corridor of the Zhongshan Affiliated Hospital of Fudan University in Shanghai. A familiar yet unfamiliar scene unfolds before my eyes, which is the scene on the day Zhao Lanshan's mother passed away 13 years ago.

"Sizzle—Crackling!"

The moment their feet touched the ground, the surveillance camera above the ICU entrance suddenly emitted a piercing electrical sound, and thick black smoke billowed from the edge of the lens before going silent.

Lin Lang calmly withdrew his thoughts; his superpowers had silently disrupted the surveillance system, preventing their sudden appearance from leaving any trace.

Not far away, the bright red light of the ICU emergency room was dazzling, like a cinnabar mole hanging over her heart, making Zhao Lanshan's face even paler.

The corridor outside the ICU was completely blocked. A dozen burly men in black suits were lined up in neat rows, and their uniform silver badges, faintly visible on their cuffs, indicated that they were bodyguards from the Taicheng Group.

Their somber aura caused the passing medical staff to subconsciously slow their pace.

Just as Zhao Lanshan regained her balance, her gaze was drawn to the figure in the center of the crowd, and her heart clenched suddenly.

The younger brother, Zhao Chengkai, was wearing a black leather jacket and had long, flowing hair. He was pushing the armrests of his wheelchair with both hands, his knuckles turning white from the force, and his face was full of anxiety and anger.

"Dad!" His voice trembled uncontrollably, even tinged with a hint of violence. "The hospital just issued a critical condition notice, saying my mom... saying my mom is dying! These lousy doctors are useless! They can't even save a person!"

Sitting in the wheelchair beside him was Zhao Qiankun from 13 years ago.

At that time, Zhao Qiankun had jet-black hair, and although his back was somewhat hunched from years of sitting in a wheelchair, he still exuded the majesty of a business tycoon.

He gripped the armrests of the wheelchair tightly with both hands, his fingertips almost digging into the wood grain. His face was ashen, as if it had been quenched with ice. His brows were furrowed into a deep furrow, and his jawline was taut and straight.

"Did you call your sister?" Zhao Qiankun's voice was heavy, like a boulder falling to the ground. Every word carried suppressed pain, yet he still maintained his composure.

"I called, I called!" Zhao Chengkai nodded quickly, speaking rapidly. "My sister said she's on a plane from Kyoto back to Shanghai, and it will take her at least two hours to get there!"

Upon hearing this, Zhao Qiankun sighed heavily, a sigh filled with endless helplessness and worry, and the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes deepened instantly.

Even Zhao Lanshan's uncle, Zhao Chenkun, followed behind his elder brother, Zhao Qiankun, with a furrowed brow, seemingly also very concerned about his sister-in-law's life or death.

As mentioned earlier, after Zhao Qiankun and his son were assassinated by Lin Lang in the year 2000, Zhao Chenkun, the uncle, was eventually assassinated overseas by Lin Lang's agents because he was vying with Zhao Lanshan for control of Taicheng Group.

At this time, not only were Zhao Qiankun and his son alive and well, but Zhao Chenkun was also still alive.

Zhao Qiankun looked up at the closed doors of the ICU, his eyes filled with complex and urgent emotions. "Your sister and your mother are the closest. Tell the doctor to spare no effort to save your mother!"

"We must let Lanshan see your mother one last time. We absolutely cannot let them have any regrets!"

"Yes, Dad!" Zhao Chengkai replied immediately, turning around to rush towards the nurses' station, his steps frantic and he almost tripped.

Zhao Lanshan stood on the periphery of the crowd, looking at everything in front of her through the figures of several bodyguards, tears instantly soaking the inside of her mask.

Thirteen years ago, she only heard a few words about this scene from her younger brother Zhao Chengkai. Now, witnessing her father's forbearance, her brother's breakdown, and her mother's life hanging by a thread in the ICU, the regret and longing that had accumulated over the years overwhelmed her like a tidal wave.

She gripped Lin Lang's arm tightly, her nails almost digging into his flesh. Her sobs were muffled by her mask, and she could only let out soft whimpers. Her body trembled uncontrollably.

Lin Lang felt Zhao Lanshan trembling, so he quietly tightened his grip on her hand and gently stroked the back of her hand with his fingertips to comfort her.

He glanced at the menacing bodyguards, then at the red light flashing at the ICU entrance, and whispered in her ear, "Don't panic, I'm here."

"Husband..." Zhao Lanshan's voice choked instantly, her eyes reddening, and hot tears fell unexpectedly onto the back of her hand, "This is the day! My mother was inside being resuscitated, but in the end... in the end, she couldn't be saved..."

She gripped Lin Lang's arm tightly, her knuckles turning white, her body trembling uncontrollably. "Back when I was in college at Tsinghua University, I rushed back to Shanghai by plane, but I didn't even get to see my mother one last time..."

Before the words were finished, hurried footsteps came from the end of the corridor. Two nurses pushed a treatment cart and walked quickly, followed closely by a female doctor in a white coat.

"Director Zhuang, you've finally arrived!" The nurse on the left said anxiously, with a thin layer of sweat on her forehead.

The nurse on the right said, "Patient Yang Limei's brain cancer has caused a sharp increase in intracranial pressure, which has triggered acute heart failure. Her heart rate has dropped to 40. We urgently need your consultation!"

Lin Lang turned his head upon hearing the voice, and when he saw who it was, he was shocked – it was Zhuang Jingxue, his master's wife from 13 years ago!

At that time, Zhuang Jingxue was at the peak of her beauty. Her shoulder-length black hair was neatly tied back, revealing her smooth and full forehead. Beneath her willow-leaf eyebrows were a pair of clear yet sharp eyes, with the corners of her eyes slightly upturned, carrying a sense of calm and aloofness unique to doctors.

The white coat accentuated her straight shoulders and slender figure. The light blue surgical gown collar peeking out from under her was clean and neat. Every step she took was steady and powerful, yet it couldn't hide the unparalleled elegance in her eyes and brows.

Her skin was fair and radiant, her face, without any makeup, had a healthy blush, her lips were well-defined, and her lip color was a natural light pink. Even with a mask on, the beautiful curve of her jawline could be seen.

That blend of professional competence and feminine grace was even more dazzling under the lights.

Zhuang Jingxue hurried past Lin Lang without even glancing at him.

Of course, even if Lin Lang wasn't wearing a mask, Zhuang Jingxue wouldn't recognize him as someone from the future.

"Report all of patient Yang Limei's vital signs to me." Zhuang Jingxue's voice was clear and cold like an ice spring, yet it carried a reassuring power.

The nurse reported rapidly that all the medical rescue measures were not working well.

Zhuang Jingxue didn't stop walking. Her gaze swept over the indicator lights at the ICU entrance, and she frowned slightly: "Push the resuscitation cart along, prepare the endotracheal intubation and extracorporeal circulation equipment. I need to go in and take a look."

Watching Zhuang Jingxue hurriedly enter the emergency room, Zhao Lanshan's tears flowed even more fiercely. She held Lin Lang's hand and pleaded in a low voice, "Husband, can we go in? I want to see Mom... even just for a moment!"

Her voice was filled with desperate sobs, as the regrets and pain from 13 years ago surged up at this moment, almost overwhelming her.

Lin Lang gripped Zhao Lanshan's slightly cool hand, his eyes resolute: "Don't panic. My master's wife is a highly skilled doctor, and with my secret assistance, we will definitely be able to keep my mother-in-law here today."

He looked up at the closed ICU door, a wisp of energy gathering at his fingertips. "Wife, I'm going to share my wall-penetrating and invisibility abilities with you now and take you in. But you must not make a sound the whole time, and just listen to me."

"Mmm." Zhao Lanshan nodded repeatedly, tears of joy streaming down her face.

Lin Lang pulled Zhao Lanshan to a corner in the hospital corridor and began teaching her how to use wall-penetrating and invisibility techniques.

At the same time, the monitor's beeping sound was as sharp as a knife, slicing through the stagnant air in the ICU resuscitation room.

Yang Limei lay on the hospital bed, her face as pale as paper, her lips tinged with gray, and the faint rise and fall of her chest almost swallowed up by the ripples of the medical equipment.

The intracranial pressure caused by brain cancer continued to soar, which had already disrupted the electrolyte balance in her body. Severe hyponatremia was like an invisible hand, tightly gripping the heart's pumping function. Heart failure worsened rapidly in a short period of time, and her vital signs were on the verge of collapse.

"Blood pressure 70/40, heart rate 138 beats/min, blood oxygen saturation 82%!" The nurse's voice trembled uncontrollably as her fingers flew across the IV pump, sweat trickling down her forehead.

As soon as Zhuang Jingxue rushed into the emergency room, the hem of her white coat was still fluttering, her eyes were already fixed on the various data on the monitor, and her voice was calm to the point of being stern.

"Immediately establish central venous access, infuse 3% hypertonic saline to correct hyponatremia at a rate of 5 ml/kg·h, and check electrolytes every 15 minutes!"

She bent down and pressed on Yang Limei's carotid artery; the pulse at her fingertips was weak and irregular. "Furosemide 20mg IV push, to reduce the burden on the heart, and monitor urine output at the same time!"

Two nurses worked together. One quickly disinfected the puncture site, and as the central venous catheter was successfully inserted, Yang Limei's body suddenly twitched, her brows furrowed, and her breathing instantly became shallower and more rapid.

"Director Zhuang, the patient has premature ventricular contractions!" Another female nurse held up a defibrillator, her eyes filled with anxiety.

"Lidocaine 50mg IV push, continuous ECG monitoring!" Zhuang Jingxue's hand rested steadily on Yang Limei's chest, feeling the faint contraction of her heart muscle.

"Notify the neurosurgery department to simultaneously reduce intracranial pressure—administer 125ml of mannitol intravenously, alternating with glycerol and fructose to mitigate the further impact of cerebral edema on electrolytes!"

Zhuang Jingxue's voice was completely calm, but the fine sweat on her forehead betrayed the urgency of the situation.

The ICU resuscitation room was a hive of activity, with footsteps, the buzzing of instruments, and the passing of medical orders all mingling together.

The IV dripped slowly, the hypertonic saline solution flowing gently down the blood vessels, attempting to restore the disordered electrolytes.

But Yang Limei's blood pressure continued to drop slowly, and her heart rate became increasingly irregular. The waveform on the monitor was sometimes steep like a peak and sometimes flat like a line, much like her precarious life.