CHAPTER 61: CHAPTER 61; CURING THE SILVER-HAIRED GIRL

"There’s an empty space..." The meaning was very clear, you can get down from my lap.

"So?" She turned around and gazed at him. " Are you insinuating that I’m too heavy?" Shuyin felt slightly offended.

Lu Yuze didn’t know what you say... He had to let her be...

The sedan pulled away, leaving the three women staring after it, their expressions a mixture of gratitude, confusion, and lingering disbelief.

"Now then," Shuyin said as they merged back into traffic. "Let’s get married as soon as possible. I know you’re very eager to see her waking up."

Lu Yuze’s jaw tightened hearing that, but he nodded. "There’s a shopping district nearby. You’ll need appropriate clothing for the certificate photos."

They drove to an upscale shopping area where Ah-Ling efficiently guided them to a high-end boutique. Shuyin was dressed in an elegant but simple dress, white with delicate embroidery, modest enough for official documentation but striking enough to photograph well. A stylist fixed her hair, pulling it into a sophisticated style that somehow made her jade eye look less alien and more exotic.

Lu Yuze changed into a fresh suit, his silver hair combed back perfectly, his expression carefully neutral.

By early afternoon, they stood in the civil affairs bureau. The process was surprisingly quick, when you had Lu Yuze’s influence and resources, bureaucracy bent to accommodate you. Papers were signed with mechanical efficiency. Photos were taken. Official stamps were applied.

And just like that, Lin Shuyin and Lu Yuze were legally married.

He handed her a black card as they exited the building. It had no spending limit and was connected directly to one of his private accounts. "For whatever you need," he said simply.

Shuyin received the black card and pocketed it without any ceremony. Money meant little to her, but she understood its necessity in the human world. She needed it to survive, to blend in, to operate within their systems.

"Now," she said, her jade eye fixing on him with uncomfortable intensity. "Take me to your daughter. Let’s see if we can take care of the situation, and if it ain’t something I can deal with, it’s your loss."

Lu Yuze studied her face for a moment. Did he have any qualms about this arrangement? Perhaps. But as long as he tried his best, he wouldn’t blame her if the situation didn’t turn around. And feeling how confident she was, that cold, absolute certainty radiating from her, he was certain there was a solution.

"Let’s go then," he said quietly.

They exited the civil affairs bureau together, the marriage certificate safely filed away in the system, their union now a legal reality. Ah-Ling had the car waiting at the curb, the engine already running.

"The hospital," Lu Yuze instructed as they settled into the back seat. "First People’s Hospital, VIP wing."

"Yes, sir."

The drive through the city felt longer than it actually was. Lu Yuze sat rigid beside Shuyin, his hands clasped tightly together, his jaw clenched. She could practically feel the anxiety rolling off him in waves, a father’s desperate hope warring with the fear of disappointment.

Shuyin remained calm, her jade eye occasionally glancing out the window at the passing cityscape. The afternoon sun cast long shadows across the streets, and the hospital district was approaching quickly.

First People’s Hospital loomed ahead, a towering structure of glass and steel, its modern architecture speaking of wealth and advanced medical technology. This wasn’t a place for ordinary citizens. This was where the city’s elite came when they needed the absolute best care money could provide.

The car pulled into the VIP entrance, bypassing the main hospital entrance entirely. A separate, private entrance with its own security checkpoint and dedicated elevators for high-profile patients and their families.

Two security guards immediately recognized Lu Yuze and straightened their attention. "Sixth Master Lu, welcome back."

He nodded curtly, his hand finding Shuyin’s elbow as they moved through the entrance. Ah-Ling followed a few steps behind, alert and watchful.

The interior was nothing like a typical hospital. No sterile white walls or harsh fluorescent lighting. Instead, the VIP wing resembled a luxury hotel, with warm wood paneling, soft ambient lighting, and expensive artwork on the walls. The air even smelled different, not of disinfectant, but of subtle, calming aromatherapy.

They crossed the lobby to a private elevator. Lu Yuze pressed his palm against a biometric scanner, and the doors opened immediately.

As they ascended, Shuyin noticed Lu Yuze’s breathing had become slightly labored. His fingers tapped an anxious rhythm against his leg, a small gesture that his usual control was slipping.

"How long has she been here?" Shuyin asked, breaking the tense silence.

"Six months," Lu Yuze replied, his voice rough. "In this hospital for all six months. Before that, we tried three other facilities, specialists from abroad, experimental treatments..." He swallowed hard. "Nothing worked. Every doctor said the same thing: they didn’t know what was wrong with her, and they couldn’t wake her up."

The elevator climbed higher. Tenth floor.... Fifteenth..... Twentieth....

"The top floor is entirely hers," Lu Yuze continued quietly. "I bought out the entire level. No other patients, no unnecessary staff. Just the medical team assigned to her care and security."

The elevator chimed softly as they reached the top floor.

The doors opened to reveal a corridor that looked more like a penthouse apartment than a hospital wing. Plush carpeting muffled their footsteps. Large windows lined one wall, offering a panoramic view of the city below. Several doors branched off the main corridor, each leading to different rooms, medical equipment storage, staff quarters, and a consultation room.

At the end of the corridor stood a set of double doors, flanked by two more security guards who immediately bowed as Lu Yuze approached.

"Sir," one of them acknowledged.

Lu Yuze stopped at those doors, his hand on the handle. For the first time since she’d met him, Shuyin saw genuine fear cross his face, not the controlled concern of a businessman managing a crisis, but the raw terror of a father about to face his dying child once again.

"If you can’t help her..." he started, his voice barely above a whisper.

"Then nothing changes," Shuyin finished for him, her tone matter-of-fact. "But if I can, you’ve already paid the price. Now let me work."

She reached past him and pushed open the doors, stepping into the room before he could hesitate any further.

The suite was enormous, especially the size of a luxury apartment. A sitting area with comfortable furniture occupied one corner. Medical equipment lined the walls, their displays showing vital signs and readings that meant nothing to most people but everything to the doctors monitoring them.

And in the center, surrounded by all this technology and wealth and desperate hope, was a hospital bed.

On it lay a small figure, pale and still.

Shuyin’s jade eye immediately fixed on the girl, taking in every detail with the precision of someone who understood bodies at a level beyond human medicine.

Lu Yuze moved to stand beside the bed, his hand reaching out to touch his daughter’s hair with infinite gentleness.

"Yuyan," he whispered. "I brought someone. Someone who might be able to help."

The girl didn’t respond. Didn’t even flutter an eyelid.

Shuyin approached slowly, circling the bed, her glowing eye studying the girl from multiple angles.

"Guard the door," she instructed without looking back at Lu Yuze. "Make sure no one disturbs me. Not nurses, not doctors, not anyone. I don’t care what alarms go off or what the monitors show. No one enters until I say so."

Lu Yuze hesitated for only a moment, then nodded. He pressed a kiss to Yuyan’s forehead, whispered something too quiet for Shuyin to hear, then moved toward the door exiting the wardroom.

"Ah-Ling," he called softly. "Position yourself outside. Full lockdown protocol."

"Yes, sir."

The doors closed with a soft click, leaving Shuyin alone with the unconscious child.

And the real work could finally begin.

Inside, Shuyin approached the hospital bed slowly.

The girl lying there was beautiful even in her unconscious state, and the resemblance to her father was striking. The same refined bone structure, the same elegant features. But most notably, she had inherited his unique coloring, that impossible silver hair spread across the pillow like moonlight on water.

Shuyin moved closer, her jade eye beginning to glow brighter as she activated her deeper sight, the ability to see beyond surface reality into the essence of things.