Seven years after transmigrating, he was cornered at the head of the bed by a cold and aloof empress

Chapter 315 Lin Zhou Remains Calm and Commands the Entire Scene

The heavy oak doors of the Grammy venue were violently slammed open, and several paramedics in fluorescent uniforms rushed into the hall carrying folding stretchers. The once solemn awards hall was now filled with the clanging of metal and shrill shouts; a thick sense of despair, born from the extreme unexpected situation, was trying to engulf everyone present.

Lin Zhou didn't look up. His steady hands remained firmly pressed against the end of Su Qingge's spine, a steady stream of warm spiritual energy seeping into her body through his fingertips. He showed no panic as a father, but instead displayed the absolute, even cruel, calmness of a top-tier "godfather" facing life and death.

"Is this the Mandopop diva? Oh my god, her amniotic fluid has dried up! The situation is dangerous!"

The leading American doctor, speaking with a gruff California accent, was about to reach out and touch Su Qingge's shoulder when a terrifying murderous aura abruptly stopped him.

Lin Zhou slowly raised his eyelids, and his icy gaze made the battle-hardened emergency doctor break out in a cold sweat.

"From now on, shut your mouth that only knows how to utter bad tales and obey my orders."

Lin Zhou's voice was deep, yet it carried an undeniable and domineering pressure. At this moment, he forcefully took command of the entire medical team.

"Young Master, all the camera positions have been physically cut off, and those paparazzi who tried to take photos have been taken away by Bloodhound." Old Chen appeared solemnly beside Lin Zhou, his tone cold.

Lin Zhou indifferently glanced around. Those who had been watching in astonishment all lowered their heads the moment their eyes met Lin Zhou's, as if looking at him for even a second would be a sin.

"Clear the area."

Lin Zhou uttered two words crisply. The Lin family's henchmen quickly dispersed, shoving the last few Hollywood producers who were still trying to peek out the door. In just thirty seconds, the once noisy inner room was completely cleared of people, except for essential medical personnel and a human wall formed by superstars.

"Qingge, breathe, look into my eyes."

Lin Zhou lowered his head, his tone instantly softening, a dramatic shift that left the foreign doctor beside him speechless. He gently wiped away the sticky cold sweat from Su Qingge's forehead, his fingertips moving with a reassuring rhythm.

"Listen, you blue-eyed one," Lin Zhou coldly pointed at the attending physician, "prepare immediately to widen the stent and install a mini oxygenation pump. I need to see the patient's blood oxygen level rise to over 98 within three minutes."

"But Mr. Lin, according to the procedure here, we need to go back to the car first..."

"Here, I am the process."

Lin Zhou interrupted the other person's explanation with an air of dominance, and the sinister look in his eyes made the doctor swallow back the rest of his words in frustration.

"You, prepare the hemostatic gel and peptide active enzymes. And you, go to the cold chain box by the side door and get the serum I've stored. Be quick, don't make me do it twice."

Every medical instruction Lin Zhou issued was rigorous and precise, even containing advanced terminology that left these top doctors bewildered. But under this overwhelming pressure, no one dared to question it; they could only operate frantically like precision parts.

While calmly managing the overall situation, Lin Zhou carefully smoothed Su Qingge's sweat-dampened temples. He could sense that the "original code" energy within Su Qingge's body was in an unstable, oscillating state, which was the most troublesome variable.

"Lin Zhou... the child... he keeps kicking me..." Su Qingge let out a suppressed groan, her nails digging into the back of Lin Zhou's hand, where it was already red and swollen.

"He's greeting you. This little guy has the same temper as me, he's impatient."

Lin Zhou made a light, pointless joke, trying to ease Su Qingge's tense nerves. But his eyes remained fixed on the red line jumping on the monitor, his fingertips rapidly tapping on Su Qingge's acupoints to relieve the intense contractions.

"Stretcher in position! Ready to move!"

Lin Zhou worked smoothly with the medical staff to lift Su Qingge onto the cold metal stretcher. He didn't let go of Su Qingge's hand the entire time, and a powerful sense of strength flowed through their palms.

The lights in the entire Grammy Hall seemed to dim at that moment, leaving only the glaring emergency operating light. The thick, tense atmosphere made the superstars watching feel a strong sense of suffocation.

Lin Zhou stood like a cold sculpture, escorting the stretcher swiftly through corridors adorned with flowers and red carpets. This stark contrast created a desolate yet domineering beauty.

"Young Master, the streets are blocked off, and the Los Angeles Police Chief is personally leading the way!" Old Chen's urgent voice came through the walkie-talkie.

"Tell him to get lost and stop blocking my way."

Lin Zhou retorted arrogantly, then focused all his attention back on Su Qingge. He could sense that Su Qingge's strength was rapidly being depleted.

Su Qingge's originally clear and cold eyes were now covered with a layer of chaotic mist, and the physiological trembling caused by extreme pain made it almost impossible for her to close her lips.

"Lin Zhou...should I...go..."

"Shut up. Without my permission, even the King of Hell would have to take a detour."

Lin Zhou forcefully interrupted her reverie, his eyes violently churning with a mixture of ruthlessness and deep affection. He could sense that the child had launched a furious charge at the final juncture.

The raw, untamed energy of this new life shattered the last vestiges of tranquility in that instant.

"ah--!"

Su Qingge finally couldn't hold on any longer, tilting her long neck back and letting out a suppressed, piercing cry of pain caused by extreme agony.

The sound echoed in the empty corridor, making Lin Zhou's heart clench violently.

"Quick! Speed ​​up the stretcher!"

Lin Zhou's eyes turned terrifying in that instant; he was like an enraged lion, staring intently at the open tailgate of the ambulance.

The folding stretcher, like a bright streak of light, was swiftly pushed into the ambulance, accompanied by the piercing beeping of various sophisticated instruments.

"Lin Zhou...it hurts..."

"I'm here. I'm right here."

Lin Zhou jumped into the car, and the door slammed shut.

With a furious roar, the ambulance made its final sprint toward Los Angeles’ best private hospital.

"Doctor! How much further?"