CHAPTER 64: CHAPTER 64; CURING THE SILVER HAIRED GIRL 3

Ah-Ling cleared his throat gently from his position by the door. "Master, the doctors will want to examine Miss Yuyan. Should I call them in?"

Lu Yuze hesitated, clearly reluctant to let anyone else near his daughter so soon, but he nodded. "Yes. But keep it minimal. She needs rest more than she needs prodding."

"Understood."

As Ah-Ling left to fetch the medical staff, Lu Yuze turned back to his daughter, brushing her silver hair back from her face with infinite tenderness.

"Rest now," he murmured. "We can talk more later about everything. Right now, just focus on recovering your strength."

"Okay," Yuyan agreed, though her eyes kept drifting to Shuyin with a mixture of curiosity and wariness. "But Father? This marriage thing... Is it really real? You’re actually married to her?"

"Legally, yes. We have the certificate and everything."

"And she’s really going to be my... stepmother?"

Lu Yuze glanced at Shuyin, who had returned to the couch and was examining her fingernails with apparent disinterest in the conversation.

"For the next few years, yes," he confirmed. "It’s a contract arrangement. After a suitable time, we’ll divorce quietly. But while it lasts, she’s family. Treat her accordingly."

"Even though she’s weird and scary?"

"I heard that you know," Shuyin said without looking up and not really interested in their conversation.

"Sorry," Yuyan mumbled, though she didn’t sound particularly sorry.

Despite everything, the strangeness of the situation, the impossible nature of her recovery, the shock of her father’s sudden marriage, Yuyan found herself smiling slightly.

She was alive. Her father was here, clearly having moved heaven and earth to save her. And even if her new stepmother was the coldest, strangest person she’d ever met...

Well, she’d woken up. After six months of darkness, she could see the sunlight streaming through the hospital windows. Could feel her father’s warm hand holding hers. Could hear Ah-Ling’s familiar voice in the hallway.

She was alive.

And that, for now, was enough.

Within minutes, the ward room door burst open and a team of doctors and nurses rushed in, their faces masks of professional urgency mixed with undisguised shock.

"Miss Lu!" The head physician, Dr. Chen, a distinguished man in his late fifties who’d been overseeing Yuyan’s case since day one, approached the bed with his stethoscope already in hand. "This is... we received word that you’re awake. This is extraordinary. Impossible, even."

Behind him, three other specialists crowded into the room, a neurologist, a cardiologist, and the ICU supervisor, all wearing expressions of disbelief. The nurses began checking the monitoring equipment, verifying readings, exchanging confused whispers.

"Miss Lu, can you hear me?" Dr. Chen asked, shining a penlight into her eyes to check pupil response. "Can you tell me your name? Do you know where you are?"

"Lu Yuyan," she answered, her voice still hoarse but clear. "And I’m in a hospital, obviously. Father just told me I’ve been unconscious for six months."

The neurologist moved forward eagerly. "Miss Lu, this is Dr. Wang. I need to run some cognitive tests. Can you tell me what year it is? Who is the current president?"

As Yuyan answered the barrage of questions, the medical team conducted their examination with increasing amazement. Her reflexes were normal. Her cognitive function showed no deterioration. Her vital signs were stable, better than stable, actually. They were perfect.

"This doesn’t make any sense," Dr. Chen muttered to his colleagues, though his voice carried in the room. "Six months in a coma with no explanation for the cause, multiple organ systems showing signs of failure just yesterday, temperature fluctuations we couldn’t control, and now..." He gestured helplessly at Yuyan. "She’s completely fine. More than fine. Her readings are better than when she was first admitted."

"It’s a miracle," one of the nurses whispered, her eyes wide. "It has to be a miracle. There’s no medical explanation for this."

"Spontaneous recovery," the cardiologist suggested, though he sounded doubtful even as he said it. "We’ve seen cases where...."

"Not like this," Dr. Chen interrupted. "Not this complete. Not this sudden." He turned to Lu Yuze, who stood beside his daughter’s bed with Shuyin now positioned slightly behind him. "Sixth Master Lu, I don’t know how to explain this. Yesterday, your daughter was... I’m sorry to say this, but we were preparing you for the worst. Her condition was deteriorating. And now she’s awake and healthy. It’s unprecedented."

Lu Yuze’s expression remained carefully neutral, though his hand never left Yuyan’s. "Perhaps you underestimated her strength and wish to live. Perhaps your diagnosis was incorrect from the beginning."

Dr. Chen flinched slightly at the implied criticism but didn’t argue. This was Lu Yuze’s hospital, he owned seventy percent of it. And Yuyan was not just any patient; she was the daughter of their primary shareholder.

"Of course, Sixth Master Lu," Dr. Chen said respectfully, bowing his head slightly. "We’re simply... amazed. Grateful, certainly, but amazed."

Shuyin watched the entire exchange with her jade eye, saying nothing, her expression revealing nothing. When one of the younger doctors’ gazes lingered too long on her glowing eye, she simply stared back until he looked away uncomfortably.

After another ten minutes of examination, Dr. Chen stepped back, shaking his head in wonder. "Miss Lu, I have to say, this is the most remarkable recovery I’ve witnessed in thirty years of practice. Whatever happened, we’re all grateful to see you awake."

"Thank you, Dr. Chen," Yuyan said politely, though she was clearly exhausted by all the attention and prodding.

"Now," Lu Yuze said, his tone shifting to something more authoritative, "I want my daughter discharged. Immediately."

The room fell silent.

Dr. Chen’s eyes widened. "Sixth Master Lu, with all due respect, that’s... we can’t possibly discharge Miss Lu right now. She just woke up from a six-month coma. We need to run comprehensive tests, monitor her for at least a week, ensure there are no complications...."

"She’s awake, alert, and her vitals are stable," Lu Yuze interrupted, his voice calm but carrying the weight of absolute authority. "You just said yourself that she’s healthier than when she was admitted. What more testing do you need?"