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Xinghai City, United Family Healthcare Group General Hospital.

The VIP area on the top floor was completely sealed off. Fully armed security personnel in black stood guard at the elevator entrances, stairwells, emergency exits, and even the ventilation duct openings. Former Navy SEAL Captain David, wearing a tactical headset, scanned the corridor—so narrow even a fly couldn't get in—with eyes like a hawk's, his gaze fixed intently on the place.

At the end of the corridor, behind a heavy, soundproof automatic door, lies Shen Qingqiu's delivery room.

It was 2 a.m.

Lin Yan was slumped in the genuine leather sofa outside the delivery room, which had been flown in from Italy. The billionaire who would never even blink if Mount Tai collapsed in front of him was now having his right leg trembling wildly at an extremely strange frequency.

His hands, which had played Steinway guitars worth millions and written countless phenomenal hits, were gripping three playing cards tightly.

"Three to three." Lin Yan's voice was dry, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down with difficulty, his bloodshot eyes occasionally drifting towards the tightly closed door.

Sitting opposite him were Lao Liang, who had been forcibly dragged out of bed in the middle of the night, and David, who was squatting on a small stool looking as aggrieved as a black tower.

Old Liang, sporting enormous dark circles under his eyes, glanced at his "pair of fours" in his hand, then at Lin Yan's drenched sweat. He swallowed hard, his hand trembling as he drew a pair of cards: "Um... Mr. Lin, I... should I be able to pay?"

"Just go! Stop talking nonsense!" Lin Yan angrily tugged at the collar of his custom-made shirt, worth over ten thousand yuan, making it hard for him to breathe. "David, your turn!"

David stared blankly at the hand of loose cards in his hand, his thick fingers carefully pinching out two cards: "A pair...a pair of sixes, Boss."

Lin Yan's eyelids twitched suddenly, and he slammed the cards in his hand heavily onto the coffee table: "A Royal Flush!"

Lao Liang and David were both stunned.

"Mr. Lin, you just played a pair of threes, and now you're throwing in a royal flush? This... this isn't the rule." Old Liang wiped the white sweat from his forehead, his heart pounding.

He knew all too well what state Lin Yan was in right now. It had been a full four hours since Shen Qingqiu's water broke and she was wheeled in. To prevent himself from going crazy and banging on the delivery room door, Lin Yan had been forcibly dragging the two of them to play cards in the corridor.

"I'll play however I say! I'll take this round as my loss!" Lin Yan pushed aside the mountain of chips in front of him, stood up irritably, and paced back and forth in the corridor.

His ten-yuan flip-flops made a crisp "slap, slap" sound as they stepped on the expensive marble floor. With each slap, Old Liang's heart clenched painfully.

"Finance Department." Lin Yan suddenly stopped and turned to stare at Lao Liang. "Settle this bill. David gets two million, Lao Liang gets two million."

Old Liang gasped, nearly sliding off the sofa to the floor in shock: "President Lin! You can't do this! You've been acting recklessly all night, and you've lost almost 80 million! How could I possibly let so much money suddenly go into my account! If the anti-money laundering center finds out, I'll be in jail for life!"

David straightened up instantly, his broken Chinese revealing a rare hint of panic: "Boss, my resettlement allowance is already very generous, I don't need this."

"Shut the fuck up! I'm so rich I'm burning up, I feel terrible if I can't spend it!" Lin Yan grabbed a handful of hair in frustration and leaned against the cold wall.

He took out his cigarette case, trembling as he pulled out a cigarette and put it in his mouth. Then, remembering that the delivery room was just a door away, he cursed again, crushed the cigarette with his bare hands, and threw it into the trash can.

He fears.

That was the first time in both of my lives that I had experienced such a fear that made even my soul tremble.

The all-encompassing entertainment system in his mind, the bottomless string of zeros in his account—all of it became worthless paper, not even worth a painkiller, at this moment when the woman was on the verge of death. If he could, he would rather now use all his talent and billions of dollars to ensure the safety of Shen Qingqiu and her child.

"President Lin, please don't scare yourself like that." Old Liang couldn't bear to watch any longer and mustered his courage to advise, "Amcare has dispatched the top obstetrics and gynecology team in all of Asia this time. The backup ventilators and blood bank alone are equipped to the scale of a field hospital. Chairman Shen is in good health, so it will definitely go smoothly..."

"You don't know anything!" Lin Yan interrupted him abruptly, her eyes red-rimmed. "Giving birth is like risking your life! How many men have you met who can truly understand that? I should have listened to her, I shouldn't have let her get pregnant with these twins... It's too much suffering for her..."

The corridor fell into dead silence instantly.

David silently lowered his head. He had witnessed countless battles in the Middle East, but in his mind, this boss, who had once manipulated events with ease and treated capital like a plaything, was always ruthless and composed. He had never seen Lin Yan show such vulnerability, even humility.

"Shuffle. Continue." Lin Yan took a deep breath and forced himself back onto the sofa.

The card game resumed. Rather than playing cards, it was more like Lin Yan's illogical "spending money to vent his anger."

"Four twos! I won again, pay up!" Lin Yan didn't even look at his hole cards, and slammed the four twos on the table.

Old Liang looked at the two kings he was clutching tightly in his hands, and felt like crying but had no tears.

Time stretched on endlessly, and the air in the corridor seemed to solidify. The digital clock on the wall clicked, jumping to 5:45 a.m.

Outside the window, the skyline of Xinghai City was just beginning to lighten with the first hint of dawn.

Sudden--

"Wow--!!!"

A loud, powerful cry of a newborn baby suddenly pierced through the heavy door, instantly shattering the deathly silence in the corridor!

Immediately afterwards, "Wow—wow—!"

A second, slightly thinner but equally vibrant cry followed crisply!

Lin Yan's action of drawing a card froze in mid-air.

Old Liang was overjoyed and had just opened his mouth to shout "It's born!" when he felt a gust of wind sweep past him.

"Splash!"

The half deck of cards that Lin Yan was holding was thrown onto Lao Liang's big face like a shower of flowers.

The billionaire, who had even lost one of his flip-flops, suddenly unleashed the maximum speed of a 100-meter sprint, crashing into the automatic door of the delivery room, which had just turned on its green light, like a cannonball.

The door slowly slid open to both sides.

Lin Yan scrambled inside. David reacted swiftly, his towering body cutting in seamlessly to seal the doorway, blocking all attempts to peek out from the outside.

In the corridor, Lao Liang pulled the playing cards off his face, leaned against the back of the sofa, and let out a long sigh of stale air, as if he had just finished a tough battle.

"bite--"

His phone vibrated. He glanced down at the notification he had just received: "20 million transferred to your account." His facial muscles twitched violently; he didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

"David, you said..." Old Liang looked at the empty corridor and muttered to himself, "Will President Lin repeat this habit of going crazy in the middle of the night and insisting on giving people money?"

David glanced at him like he was an idiot and coldly uttered a sentence in Chinese: "You can go to the temple and pray that Chairman Shen will have two children in three years."