C2 She Could See Her Mother When She Woke up

A helicopter swiftly arrived. Shen Qinghuang dismissed the pilot and took her place in the cockpit herself.

Her adjutant, Yun Zheng, was right on her heels. As soon as he boarded, he securely fastened his seatbelt.

"Buzz buzz!"

As expected, the next moment, the helicopter shot forward like an arrow released from a bow, the intense recoil pinning Yun Zheng to his co-pilot seat.

"Warning! Warning! You are exceeding the speed limit!"

The helicopter's rapid flight through the atmosphere caused the craft to creak and groan under the strain.

He tightened his seatbelt further, his gaze on Shen Qinghuang filled with fervent admiration.

This operation had been a resounding success: three thousand enemy warships destroyed, eighty thousand enemy mercenaries killed, and twenty thousand captured—all with zero casualties on our side, thanks to Shen Qinghuang's exceptional leadership.

Such a stunning victory would have been unimaginable just four years ago. Yet, in less than three months under Shen Qinghuang's command, they had achieved a flawless victory.

And now, someone dared to harm her only son—the very person who had poured her heart and soul into serving the Dragon Country.

The Shen family?

A lethal intent began to emanate from Yun Zheng. They would pay.

...

Deep within the Shen family's Secret Base in Ling City, a small cabin was heavily guarded by armed personnel.

Inside, a couple dressed in opulent attire and beaming with joy stood before a sickbed, gazing at the white-haired elder who resembled an infant. They were Shen Qinghuang's biological parents, Yang Yan and Shen Ze, and the elderly man was the Shen family's patriarch, Shen Tian.

"Who would have thought that the brat's blood would be so miraculous, extending Dad's life by four years!"

"Today, we'll transplant that brat's organs into Dad, and I'm confident he will experience a rebirth!"

"With Dad at the helm, the Shen family will ascend to the ranks of Ling City's elite families, even without the support of the Mo family!"

Shen Tian, the patriarch, was a legend in his own right, having single-handedly elevated the Shen family from obscurity to prominence.

Yang Yan gripped the old man's hand on the hospital bed, her excitement palpable. She had nurtured the young boy for four years, and he was finally ready.

It was a shame to use him all at once.

But it would elevate the Shen family to the ranks of the top families in Ling City.

The benefits they would reap were sure to far exceed those of a four-year-old child whose blood possessed healing properties.

Yang Yan turned to the medical staff behind her. "Go, prepare for the surgery!"

"Yes!" The medical staff's eyes sparkled with delight. After four long years at the Secret Base, they finally had the chance to leave.

Among them, a nurse in white hurried to the adjacent room.

"Xiaobao, your sister is here to see you."

The room contained only a child's bed.

On it lay a four-year-old with a face as delicate as a porcelain doll.

She had always been the first to soothe Xiaobao during his blood draws over the past four years.

In the entire Shen family, she was the only one who could calm Xiaobao's nerves, thanks to her resemblance to Shen Qinghuang.

Clutching a photograph in his hand, Xiaobao lay on the child's bed.

His grandmother had told him the woman in the photo was his mother, who had tragically died in childbirth.

The person his mother had cherished most was his great-grandfather, Shen Tian.

To not disappoint his late mother, he felt compelled to provide blood for his great-grandfather.

"Sister, do I need to give blood again? Is great-grandfather's illness getting worse? It hasn't even been three days since the last time. Maybe you could take a little more this time; Xiaobao isn't afraid of the pain!"

Xiaobao's brow furrowed. Each time after the blood draw, he would sleep for a long while. At four years old, he was still so small!

But gripping the photo tighter, he knew he had to do this for the sake of his mother's beloved. He couldn't let her down.

The nurse looked at him with a flicker of compassion in her eyes.

"Xiaobao, I promise, this is the last time. And today, we don't need your blood. You just need to have a good sleep. Once the task is done, you'll be able to see your mother!"

"Really?" A spark of light flickered in Xiaobao's eyes as he subconsciously overlooked the fact that he had always known his mother was dead.

"Of course it's true. When have I ever deceived you?" The nurse gazed at Xiaobao, brimming with hope, and felt a sudden pang in her heart.

However, the thought of the ten million yuan promised by the Shen family quashed the fleeting compassion that had begun to stir within her.

What a shame, she thought, for such a sensible child.

She gently ruffled Xiaobao's hair and pushed the child's bed toward the nearby operating room.

Inside, Shen Ze and the others, who had been waiting for some time, immediately instructed the medical staff to place Xiaobao on the operating table next to Shen Tian.

The nurse accepted the anesthetic syringe from the doctor, gently inserted it into Xiaobao's arm, and said, "Sleep now, and when you wake up, you'll be able to see your mother."