Suddenly, the woman clutched her head and screamed. She gently placed the “child” she had been holding onto the bed, her face instantly turning pale. She writhed in immense, unbearable pain.

Startled, Katelyn instinctively glanced downstairs before turning back to the woman. Concern etched across her features, she gently took the woman’s hand and spoke urgently. “What’s wrong? Are you feeling unwell? Please, tell me. I’m a doctor.”

The woman seized Katelyn’s hand, her body trembling uncontrollably. “Please save me,” she pleaded, her voice a desperate whisper. “Save my child. Who am I? Where am I?”

Her words dissolved into a broken, anguished cry. Terror pooled in her eyes, a vast ocean of absolute confusion. She had no idea of the time or even her own name.

Katelyn retrieved a pill from her pocket and carefully placed it into the woman’s mouth.

Gradually, the woman’s agitated emotions began to subside, though she continued to cling to Katelyn’s hand with desperate intensity. Her teeth ground together, betraying the immense internal struggle beneath her calming exterior.

As the woman’s distress ebbed, Katelyn quietly called to Jaxen, “Can you check if the soldiers outside have been alerted?”

If the soldiers were alarmed, she would have to leave quickly, or they would be caught.

Jaxen had been watching the situation outside, and after confirming that the soldiers had no intention of coming up, he breathed a sigh of relief.

“No, they just glanced upstairs when they heard the noise, but they don’t seem to be coming up,” he reported.

It seemed they were accustomed to such sounds and didn’t find it unusual.

After receiving the all-clear, Katelyn’s focus shifted entirely from the potential threat. She knelt down and looked at the woman. With infinite care, she brushed aside the messy strands of hair from the woman’s forehead, tucking them behind her ear.

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“I won’t press you with questions,” she said softly. “If you’re feeling unwell, just lie down and rest.”

The woman was fragile and seemed on the edge of breaking down. Katelyn realized that any further questioning could potentially worsen her already unstable mental state.

If they had been outside, Katelyn would have been able to perform surgery and help her return to normal. Unfortunately, they were not in a situation where such measures could be implemented.

Katelyn found herself caught in a difficult situation. She looked at the pillow the woman had set on the bed, and an idea struck her. Softening her tone, she asked, “Your baby is so adorable. What’s the name?”

Mentioning the baby seemed to soothe the woman momentarily. Her expression softened, and she hugged the pillow more closely, responding with a tender smile. “Yes, he is adorable, isn’t he? I’m waiting for his father to meet him before we name him.” She rocked the pillow gently, mimicking the motion of calming an infant.

Katelyn, recognizing the woman’s delicate mental state, chose not to push any further. The woman’s behavior confirmed her instability. She wanted to arrange surgery for the woman, hoping to help her return to normal.

But at that moment, it wasn’t something she could do. Merely sneaking in to see this woman was a challenge in itself. Taking her out alive, however, seemed almost impossible. Especially given her psychological condition. It probably would have been simpler if she were an ordinary person.

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