Chapter 250: Want To Help Give Birth To A Baby?

Fauna was already in motion, issuing instructions to the doctors on stabilizing the patient’s vitals when Mika suddenly looked up from the data.

"Cecilia." He said sharply. "Do a maniograph scan on the uterus. Now. Use the special frequency band, the signal system range. Nodal points one, eight, and F4. Make sure you synchronize them in lambient mode."

Cecilia didn’t waste a heartbeat.

"On it!" She barked, spinning toward the operating room.

The doors hissed open as she rushed inside, her voice firm and clear as she relayed Mika’s orders to the bewildered surgeons.

"Bring the apartheion unit here! Set frequencies to one, eight, and F4! Stabilize the core field before scanning!"

The doctors inside hesitated—confused at the precision of her instructions—but none dared to question when they saw Lady Fauna nod in approval through the glass.

A portable apartheion scanner was wheeled over; its glass surface shimmered as it was positioned above the mother’s abdomen. A low hum filled the room, followed by a ripple of blue light that cascaded across her belly in smooth waves.

Seconds later, the reading finished. The data instantly transmitted to Cecilia’s tablet.

She turned and hurried back out of the operation bay, her breath slightly uneven.

"Here." She said, handing the device to Mika. "These are the results."

Mika’s eyes flicked rapidly over the holographic projection, the numbers and waveforms reflecting in his pupils.

Then, quietly, he exhaled through his nose and murmured. "Exactly as I thought."

Fauna turned toward him instantly. "What did you find?"

"The uterus has residual distortion." He said. "The mana field inside it has been altered—warped—because of exposure to the Spectra environment years ago."

That statement drew blank looks from most of the doctors.

"What...do you mean by that?" One of them asked carefully.

Fauna’s face shifted with dawning understanding, and her voice trembled as she whispered.

"Her mana field was imprinted by the Spectra Highlands..."

"Exactly." Mika nodded. "This woman was never meant to be exposed to mana, but she has what I’d call a reactive uterus. Not weak—just hypersensitive."

"It reacts violently to ambient mana frequencies. Normally, the effect would fade after returning to this world. But in her case, that mana resonance remained embedded deep inside her reproductive tissue. Years later, when conception occurred, that residual frequency influenced the fetus."

He projected the scan for everyone to see.

"Look here—the micro-signatures. They’re not external contamination. They’re endogenous. The child’s morphology itself has adapted to that foreign resonance."

"Inside the womb, where mana-stabilized tissue still lingers, it thrives. But the moment it enters an uncharged, normal atmosphere..." He gestured toward the monitor showing the baby’s dying pulse "...its body destabilizes. It can’t survive outside that field."

A stunned silence followed.

One of the senior physicians rubbed his head, muttering.

"So you’re saying...the baby can only live within the mana-saturated environment of the Spectra Highlands?"

Mika nodded grimly. "Yep. Its physiology was shaped for that world, not ours."

Another doctor raised a trembling hand.

"Then—then what if we transferred her there? To Spectra? Performed the delivery in that environment?"

"It’s impossible." Mika said immediately. "The trade gates to the Highlands close a month ago. No transports are allowed through during transition cycles."

"Even if we tried to request passage now, by the time authorization came through, both mother and child would be gone."

Hearing this, the color drained from the husband’s face. He fell to his knees, clutching his head, his voice breaking.

"No—no, please, don’t say that! Please do something! We didn’t know! If I’d known she was sensitive to mana, we never would have gone there! Please—Lady Fauna—please save them! I’ll do anything—anything!"

He crawled forward, tears streaming down his cheeks, grasping desperately at Fauna’s robe.

"Please...you can use your blessing, can’t you? Everyone says your blessing can heal anything! Please, I beg you—save my wife, save my baby!"

Fauna’s eyes softened as she looked at the man, trembling, broken, pleading for his family.

Her heart ached as the truth was that she could save them.

Her blessing, the same miraculous power that once saved nations and cured the incurable could absolutely stabilize both mother and child.

With a touch, she could infuse the baby’s body with spectral harmony, balancing its mana reaction long enough to deliver it safely.

But Mika was watching her.

He said nothing, but his eyes were steady—testing her resolve, reminding her of the promise she’d made years ago.

If she used her blessing again, even once, that fragile self-control she had built with so much effort would begin to crumble.

Today she could claim it was an emergency.

Tomorrow, another case would appear—and she’d tell herself the same thing.

And the day after, another.

One after another, until she was once again the Fauna who destroyed herself saving others, drowning in guilt and grief for those she couldn’t reach.

Her fingers trembled. Her lips parted slightly as she looked through the observation glass at the woman writhing in pain on the operating table.

Her voice caught in her throat.

Then she closed her eyes, exhaled, and smiled.

"The doctors will handle it." She said gently. "They’ll do their best. Don’t lose hope."

The nurses quickly helped the sobbing man to his feet, guiding him back to a chair as he kept whispering. "Please...please..."

Meanwhile, Mika looked at Fauna, surprised and also proud.

"I honestly thought you’d give in." He said quietly. "A pregnancy of all things...I was sure you’d lose control and act on instinct."

"Honestly?" Fauna let out a shaky laugh. "I almost did. Hearing that poor woman’s screams...it’s breaking my heart. My hands are shaking, Mika. I want to help her. I really do."

She lifted her palms slightly. They were trembling uncontrollably. Cecilia gasped softly at the sight.

"But..." Fauna continued, taking a deep breath. "I remembered the promise I made to you. I remembered how much it hurt you to see me destroy myself helping others. I couldn’t break that—not again. I know you’d never forgive me if I did."

Her voice softened, almost wistful.

"So I held back."

Mika’s expression melted into a gentle smile. He reached up, resting his hand on her head, and ruffled her hair affectionately before pulling her into a light hug.

"You’ve really grown, Fauna." He said softly. "You’ve changed a lot. You did the right thing."

She smiled faintly against his chest.

"I didn’t just hold back because of that." She murmured, looking up at him with teary eyes but a hopeful smile. "I also held back because I know you’ll do something. Because if there’s anyone who can save that mother and child now—it’s you, Mika."

Mika chuckled quietly, brushing his thumb across her cheek.

"You’ve done your part, Fauna." He said gently. "Now it’s my turn...Leave this to me."

Then, with a wry look, he added,

"But before that, I need to get up. I can’t exactly perform a delivery with you sitting on my lap, can I?"

Fauna blinked, her cheeks flushing.

"Ah—of course, of course!" She stammered, quickly rising from his lap, smoothing her dress in a fluster.

Mika rose right after her, stretching his shoulders once before glancing toward Cecilia.

"How would you like..." He asked. "...to help me save the life of a mother and her baby?"

The question caught Cecilia off guard, her eyes widening. "M-Me?"

Mika nodded. "Yes, you. You wanted to become a doctor for moments like this, didn’t you?"

For a heartbeat she froze, then her hands balled into fists and she nodded with firm resolve.

"Of course! I’ll do whatever it takes!"

Mika’s lips curved into a faint smile. "Good. Follow me."

Without another word, Mika and Cecilia walked toward the operating room doors. The staff inside saw them coming and straightened up, uncertain what to do.

But the moment Mika stepped inside, his voice rang out clearly—authoritative and confident.

"Everyone out." He said. "I want every single person out of this room. Now."

The command was so sudden that the entire operating team froze.

"W-What?" one of them stammered. "But the procedure—"

Before he could finish, a faint tap-tap-tap echoed from the glass window. Every head turned toward the observation deck.

Fauna stood there, smiling sweetly through the transparent barrier—a smile so calm and kind that it sent a chill down everyone’s spine.

"You heard him." She said in a voice dripping with pleasant menace. "Get out. Now."

That was all it took.

Even the most senior doctors didn’t argue. Within moments, they were filing out of the room, whispering among themselves, until only Mika, Cecilia, and the patient remained.

Cecilia hesitated. "Shouldn’t we sterilize first?" She asked quietly.

Mika simply tapped her forehead with his index finger. "Already done."

A faint ripple of golden light shimmered over her body and vanished. Cecilia blinked, stunned.

"W-What did you just—?"

"No time to explain." He said. "We’re stabilizing her body first."

He then rattled off a series of biochemical commands so quickly that Cecilia could barely keep up.

"Inject compound Theta-5, 3.2 milliliters. Adjust the mana-basal flux to 0.8. Then pulse the neuro-shock stabilizer twice—gentle, no higher than ten volts."

"Right!" She scrambled to follow his instructions.

Meanwhile, the doctors watching outside stared in disbelief.

"That isn’t a standard obstetric protocol...is he improvising?"

"Is this alright?"

But before they could speak further, the monitors inside spiked in perfect rhythm. The mother’s pulse steadied.

"What in the world...?" Whispered one of the senior physicians.

Fauna only smiled faintly. "Watch and learn."

Meanwhile, Mika crouched by a fancy looking machine that looked quite expensive, pulling open one of its panels.

"Cecilia." He called. "We need to prepare the fetus for external adaptation."

She looked confused. "Prepare it...how?"

"We replicate the external world’s conditions while it’s still inside." He said, yanking out several wires from the resonance generator and connecting them to a compact control pad. "The baby’s body rejects the mortal environment. So we’ll make it believe it’s already in it before it’s born."

He turned back to her.

"Take two nodal needles—thin, metallic, with bioconductive tips. Insert them through the abdominal wall into the fetal shoulders. It’ll sound brutal, but it won’t harm it."

"S-stab the baby?" Cecilia’s eyes went wide. "That can’t—"

"It’ll survive." Mika said firmly. "Trust me."

She hesitated only a moment before grabbing the pair of thin silver needles—they looked almost like elongated chopsticks connected to a glowing console.

Her hands trembled slightly as she positioned them over the mother’s abdomen.

"Here? Or lower?"

Mika came up beside her, steadying her wrist.

"Here." He guided her hands precisely. "Push straight in—now."

Her breath caught, but she obeyed. The needles slid in smoothly, the ends pulsing faintly as they connected to the baby’s biofield.

The monitor spiked—but instead of crashing, the heartbeat held steady.

"It’s working..." Cecilia whispered, her eyes wide.

"Good." Mika said without looking up. "Now inject five milliliters of solution Sigma-12 through the conduits and run the secondary pulse."

"Yes!"

Outside, the doctors were in an uproar.

"What is he doing? That’s not even a documented method!"

"Those aren’t standard practices at all! Where is even coming up with all of this?!"

One doctor turned to Fauna in disbelief.

"Lady Fauna, I can somewhat understand what your disciple is doing. But what is the boy doing over there? Why is he pulling out the generator’s wires?"

"He’s reconfiguring the entire system."

Fauna smiled, her expression calm and confident, her voice gentle yet filled with pride.

"He’s rewriting the resonance generator to emit an energy field identical to the Spectra Highlands. In other words, he’s about to simulate the Highlands themselves—create a temporary mana environment within this room, so the baby can survive in stable conditions when it’s born."

The doctor’s jaw fell open.

"Wh-What?! That’s absurd! Lady Fauna, that kind of technology is years away! Even the Ministry’s top engineers can’t replicate the mana-field harmonics of another realm! And that resonance generator..." He pointed helplessly toward the machine Mika was currently dismantling. "...that’s a class-four resonance core, one of the most complicated instruments in the ward!"

"Even our top engineers won’t touch it without a schematic. He’s just—just pulling out wires! Does he even know what he’s doing?"

Fauna chuckled softly, resting a hand under her chin as she watched Mika work.

The faint blue glow of the generator flickered in his eyes as his fingers danced across circuits, adjusting crystalline nodes with calm accuracy.

"Tell me something." She suddenly said, turning her gaze to the doctor. "Do you even know who built that machine you’re so worried about?"

The doctor hesitated, blinking.

"N-No one really knows." He admitted uncertainly. "But everyone believes it was developed by an engineering legend from your division, Lady Fauna."

"Someone who wanted to keep his identity hidden because of how many parties would want him, since he’s basically the one who reinvented the medical industry with the devices he created."

"Exactly." Fauna’s smile widened knowingly. "And now it seems you’ve just figured out who that ’someone’ is."

Confusion swept through the observation deck.

The doctors exchanged puzzled glances until one of them suddenly froze—his expression twisting into disbelief.

"No way..." He whispered. "You can’t mean...it’s him, is it?"

Fauna tilted her head playfully. "You said it, not me."

The realization rippled through the group like a shockwave.

One of the younger researchers stumbled forward, eyes wide.

"That boy...that child...is the one who created over fifty percent of the technologies we use in this hospital and every other hospital in the world?"

Another doctor’s hands trembled as he looked through the glass at Mikacalm.

"He’s the one who designed the Felter stabilization system? The adaptive biofield harmonizer? The artificial mana flow regulators?"

Fauna smiled proudly, her golden eyes glinting with warmth.

"Yes. All of that—and more. He created them years ago, back when none of us even knew what a resonance drift was. And now he’s improving his own invention on the fly, right in front of you."

The surgeons, engineers, and staff stood in stunned silence wondering if they were dreaming since they still couldn’t believe what they were hearing.

Through the glass, Mika continued his work with surgical precision, pulling out fractured wiring, realigning conduits, and inserting new focus crystals he had conjured from his own energy.

And as Fauna looked at him, her heart swelled with the same pride she had felt years ago.

The pride of a teacher who had once thought she’d seen everything...until she met a boy who could reshape the impossible with nothing but his hands and a quiet smile.