CHAPTER 65: CHAPTER 65; WHAT DOES THAT MEAN?

"But Sixth Master Lu," the neurologist interjected nervously, "sometimes there’s a phenomenon we call ’terminal lucidity.’ Patients show sudden improvement, become alert and communicative, but it’s actually a sign that the body is...."

"Are you suggesting my daughter is dying?" Lu Yuze’s voice dropped to a dangerous level.

"No! No, of course not," Dr. Wang backpedaled quickly, his face paling. "I’m simply saying that medical caution would dictate...."

"Medical caution has done nothing for my daughter for six months," Lu Yuze cut him off. "Your tests found nothing. Your treatments accomplished nothing. She lay in this bed for half a year while you told me repeatedly that you didn’t know what was wrong or how to fix it. Now she’s awake, and you want to keep her here for more tests that will reveal nothing useful."

His electric blue eyes swept across the assembled medical team with cold precision.

"I’m taking my daughter home whether you like it or not. Today. Prepare the discharge papers."

"Sixth Master Lu, please," Dr. Chen tried again, his professional concern warring with his awareness of who he was speaking to. "At least let us keep her overnight for observation. Just one night to ensure...."

"No." Lu Yuze’s tone left no room for argument. "I will provide any care she needs at home. If complications arise, I will bring her back immediately. But she is leaving this hospital today."

Dr. Chen looked desperately at his colleagues, but none of them dared speak up against the hospital’s owner. Finally, he turned to Yuyan herself.

"Miss Lu," he said gently, "how do you feel about this? Do you feel strong enough to leave the hospital?"

Yuyan looked at her father, then at the doctors, then at Shuyin, who was watching the entire exchange with that unnerving jade eye.

"I want to go home," she said softly. "I’ve been unconscious in this room for six months. I don’t want to spend another night here staring at these walls. Please."

Her voice carried a pleading note that made Dr. Chen’s resolve crumble. She was twelve years old, had lost half a year of her life, and was asking to go home. How could he deny her that?

"Very well," he said finally, bowing in defeat. "I’ll prepare the discharge papers immediately. But Sixth Master Lu, I must insist, if there are any changes in her condition, any symptoms at all, you must bring her back immediately."

"Of course," Lu Yuze agreed, though his tone suggested he had no intention of bringing her back unless absolutely necessary.

"And Miss Lu," Dr. Chen added, turning to Yuyan with genuine concern in his eyes, "please take care of yourself. Rest as much as possible. Eat nutritious meals. Don’t overexert yourself. Your body has been through tremendous trauma, even if you feel fine right now."

"I will," Yuyan promised. "Thank you, Dr. Chen. Thank you all for taking care of me while I was unconscious. I know you did everything you could."

Her graciousness made several of the nurses tear up. Dr. Chen bowed respectfully, not just to Lu Yuze this time, but to Yuyan herself, acknowledging her with the respect due to the daughter of the hospital’s owner.

"It has been our honor to serve you, Miss Lu," he said formally. "We’re all grateful to see you recovered. Truly, this is the best outcome any of us could have hoped for."

The medical team filed out, still murmuring among themselves about miracles and spontaneous recovery, casting confused glances back at the room where the impossible had occurred.

Once they were alone again, Ah-Ling stepped forward. "I’ll arrange for a car to bring Miss Lu home. Should I also arrange for private medical staff to be on standby at the estate?"

"Yes," Lu Yuze confirmed. "Full medical suite setup in the west wing. Round-the-clock nursing staff on call, though they’re to remain unobtrusive unless needed."

"Understood, Master."

Yuyan watched this exchange with growing realization. Her father was treating her recovery like a military operation, controlling every variable, eliminating any possibility of complications, ensuring her safety through sheer force of will and resources.

"Father," she said gently, "I’m okay. Really. You don’t need to...."

"Yes, I do," he interrupted, his hand tightening around hers. "I lost six months watching you slip away while feeling completely helpless. Now that you’re back, I’m not taking any chances. Indulge your father, Yuyan. Please."

She saw the fear still lurking in his eyes, the trauma of those six months written in the lines of his face. So she simply nodded.

"Okay, Father. Whatever makes you feel better."

Shuyin, who had remained silent throughout the entire exchange, finally spoke up. "She’ll need proper rest, not a parade of medical staff hovering over her. The cold poison is gone. Her body just needs time to rebuild its strength, she just needs to eat enough food."

Everyone turned to look at her shocked.

"Cold poison?" the ICU supervisor, who had lingered by the door, asked sharply. "What do you mean by cold poison? There was no indication of poisoning in any of our tests..."

"Your tests wouldn’t detect it," Shuyin said dismissively, her jade eye glowing slightly brighter. "It’s not something your modern medicine understands. But it’s gone now. That’s all that matters."

The supervisor looked like she wanted to ask more questions, but Lu Yuze’s cold stare silenced her. She bowed quickly and left the room.

"Cold poison," Yuyan repeated quietly, looking at Shuyin with new intensity. "That’s what was wrong with me? That’s why I felt so cold?"

"Yes." Shuyin approached the bed again, studying Yuyan with clinical interest. "Someone poisoned you. Whether intentionally or accidentally, I don’t know yet. But the poison came from a very specific source, one that shouldn’t exist in the human world."

"What does that mean?" Lu Yuze demanded, his protective instincts flaring immediately. His hand instinctively moved to shield his daughter, though the threat wasn’t physical.

"It means," Shuyin said slowly, her jade.....