As they were driving home, the car came to a halt in heavy traffic.
"Why aren't we moving?" Lucien asked.
"I don't know. It must be traffic," Lyra replied casually.
After a while, the driver stepped out and returned, knocking on the window. Lyra rolled it down.
"Madam, there's been an accident ahead," he explained. "A car hit a woman and fled. Someone has already called an ambulance, but her condition looks serious."
Lyra's expression didn't change. "Call the police and turn the car around."
The driver nodded.
But beside her, Lucien had already gone still.
A strange unease settled in his chest. He was the son of a doctor—no, more than that. In his past life, his father had saved countless lives, taught him medicine, discipline, compassion. If not for everything that happened… he would have followed that same path.
That instinct hadn't disappeared.
Without another word, Lucien reached for the door.
Lyra immediately grabbed his arm. "Where are you going?"
"I'm going to check on her," he said firmly.
Lyra frowned. "And what exactly will you do? The ambulance is on the way. The police have been called. There are already people there. There's nothing left for us to do. Let's just go home."
Lucien shook his head. "Others may not be able to do anything, but I can. This is someone's life, Lyra. I won't ignore it."
Before she could stop him again, he stepped out of the car.
Lyra sighed in frustration and followed.
Pushing through the crowd, they finally saw the woman.
She lay on the ground, covered in blood. Her clothes were torn, her body scratched and bruised. She cried out weakly in pain.
And yet, no one helped her.
People stood around, filming, whispering, watching—waiting for the ambulance instead of doing anything.
Lucien's expression darkened.
Without hesitation, he took off his jacket and covered the woman.
As he reached out to examine her, Lyra stopped him again. "Lucien, don't touch her. She might have fractures. You could make it worse."
"I know what I'm doing," he said calmly, giving her hand a reassuring pat before turning back to the woman.
He checked her pulse. Her breathing. Her eyes.
The crowd watched him, whispering.
"Is he a doctor?"
Lucien ignored them.
Her condition was critical. Multiple fractures, internal trauma…
Then his expression changed.
There was something else.
His fingers stilled against her wrist.
Pregnant.
His eyes widened slightly. The signs were faint, but clear to him. Early pregnancy—about a month. And the accident had already put the fetus at risk.
He glanced at the unconscious woman. She couldn't answer. There was no time.
He looked up at Lyra, then reached out and removed the hairpin from her hair.
The crowd gasped softly at the elegant piece.
Lyra stared at him, confused. "Lucien… what are you doing?"
He didn't answer.
With a slight twist, he pulled the hairpin apart.
A thin silver needle slid out from within.
Lyra froze.
She had never known it concealed something like that.
Lucien didn't hesitate. He gently uncovered the woman's abdomen, placed his hand over it, and closed his eyes.
For a moment, he was completely still.
Then, as if guided by instinct alone, he found the precise point.
Without warning, he inserted the needle.
The crowd gasped in horror.
Some people even stepped back.
But Lucien remained calm, focused.
Among the crowd, one woman watched him closely, her eyes filled with shock—not fear, but recognition.
Acupuncture.
But this… this level of precision, without equipment, without scans… it was something almost unheard of.
After a few moments, Lucien withdrew the needle.
He handed it back to Lyra, but she recoiled slightly in discomfort.
He let out a quiet breath and kept it instead.
Just then, the ambulance arrived.
Paramedics rushed in and placed the woman onto a stretcher.
As they prepared to leave, Lucien stepped forward and addressed the team leader.
"She's about one month pregnant. The fetus was unstable, so I used acupuncture to stabilize her condition. She still needs immediate medical attention. Inform the doctors."
The paramedic blinked in surprise. "Sir… are you a traditional doctor?"
Lucien gave a faint smile. "You could say that."
Then he turned and walked away.
Inside the ambulance, the team exchanged uneasy glances.
Only then did one of them realize, "We didn't even get his name…"
The leader frowned.
If anything went wrong, they wouldn't even know who he was.
He sighed quietly as the ambulance sped toward the hospital.