Emily woke to the blaring alarm and the jostling of the stretcher beneath her. The air was icy cold, making her shiver uncontrollably. “Mmm…” “She's awake, Doctor, she’s awake!” Doctor? Where am I…? Emily slowly opened her eyes and took in her surroundings. She was lying on a stretcher, and from the environment, she was in an ambulance. Someone must have called an ambulance for me? A female doctor approached, shining a flashlight into her eyes and instructing, “Notify the hospital to prepare the operating room. As soon as we arrive, we need to begin the surgery immediately.” Surgery? Emily jolted, “What surgery?” A nurse patted her hand gently, whispering, “It’s an induction surgery. Your baby is already seven months along, and it’s too late to carry to term. We need to induce labor to prevent further danger to your life.” Emily’s mind buzzed. Induction… She remembered now—just before, in the hotel corridor, someone had attacked her in the dark. They had struck her abdomen several times, and she had felt her hands covered in sticky blood… Emily grabbed the nurse’s hand urgently, “Induction means bringing the baby out early, right? I’m seven months pregnant; the baby should be fully formed by now, right?” The nurse, her face obscured by a mask, continued to soothe her, “Please don’t worry, we’ll do our best to ensure both you and your baby are safe. But your condition is critical, and the baby…” “What about the baby? Tell me, what’s wrong with the baby?” “The baby has been heavily impacted and is showing signs of miscarriage. The amniotic sac has ruptured, and the baby might have inhaled amniotic fluid. We need to induce labor urgently to save the baby. If we can quickly remove the fluid from the baby’s lungs, there might still be hope. But if…” Emily felt like she was sinking into a frozen abyss. Her baby… The nurse handed her a phone. “Do you remember your family’s phone numbers? Please call them and have them come to the hospital.” Emily took the phone but realized it didn’t feel familiar. This wasn’t her phone. “Nurse, did you find my phone when you discovered me?” The nurse shook her head, “Your situation was too critical, and the hotel was without power due to the fire. The elevator was out of service. A kind person found you unconscious and moved you to the hotel lobby. Without their help, your life would have been in serious danger.” Her phone must have fallen somewhere when people moved her. Emily sighed. “Please call your family now; we’re arriving at the hospital shortly.” Emily nodded and dialed Satan’s number. “Beep—beep—” The phone rang twice before being answered, but it wasn’t Satan’s voice on the other end. “Hello? Who’s speaking?” “It’s Emily. Who is this?” “Emily!” Jackson’s voice exploded with relief. “Emily, where are you? We’ve been frantic trying to find you!” Emily fought the dizziness from the motion and weakly responded, “I’m in an ambulance, heading to the hospital for an induction surgery. Tell him to come.” The signal must have been unstable because Emily’s voice came through intermittently. But Jackson pieced together the fact that Emily had been taken to the hospital and wasn’t in the fire. However…Satan had barged into room 2307, and his current status was unknown. His phone had fallen during the struggle… “Help! Someone, help! There are people inside! Save them, damn it! Why isn’t 119 here yet? Can’t they come faster…” Jackson, feeling helpless, tried to rush inside but had to retreat when a burning beam from above fell. The flames singed his hair, leaving a burnt smell. “119 is here, 119 is here!” People shouted outside, and Jackson’s hope reignited. “Here, here—” Ding— The phone rang again in his hand. It was the same number from before. “Emily…” “Hello, this is the emergency department. Are you a family member of Emily?” “Yes, I am. How is she?” “I’m sorry, sir, but Emily has suffered severe bleeding due to uterine injury. She’s been taken into the operating room for emergency surgery. Please come to the hospital immediately.” Jackson gritted his teeth. “I’m on my way. Please, you have to save her!” “We will do everything we can…” Jackson didn’t want to hear more. It was all pointless. Hospitals were like this—giving you the worst news and only offering two words in response: “We’ll try.” Emily and the baby—two lives—could two words really make a difference? Jackson guided the arriving firefighters, then ran down the stairs from the 23rd floor, jumped into his car, and sped away. He pushed the accelerator to the limit, running through countless red lights, finally arriving at the hospital in a chaotic state. A nurse was waiting for him at the entrance. Seeing his distraught and panicked expression, she hurried over, “Are you Emily’s family?”“Yes, I am. Where is she?” “Please follow me. I’ll take you to the operating room.” Jackson followed the nurse and stopped in front of an operating room on the third floor. The sign reading [In Surgery] was glaringly red and painful to look at. The nurse handed him a document and a pen. “This surgery carries significant risks. We need to inform you about it. Please sign this consent form so we can proceed with the induction.” Jackson’s hands trembled. “What is this?” “Consent for induction,” the nurse explained. “The baby cannot be saved, even if born, it will be stillborn. Our only option is to focus on saving Emily’s life. By signing this, we can immediately proceed with the induction…”