Chapter 65

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Chapter 65: I’m Pregnant

“Emmm… I’ve got two pieces of good news and one bad one. Which do you want to hear first?”

This Doctor from Fanzui City was one of the top internal medicine doctors in the city—arguably ranked among the best in the entire Federation. This was one of the perks of being treated at the elite Ability Police medical division.

He looked strikingly like a frog. At first glance, one might think he had been plucked straight out of some Academy City in an old-school anime.

Despite his average appearance, he somehow gave off a calming aura—as if no matter how close to death you were, he’d be able to pull you back from the edge.

“The bad news,” Yiwen replied weakly from the hospital bed.

“This is a very rare type of toxic gas. Just making skin contact is enough for it to enter the body. It appears to have been deliberately engineered—otherwise, your uniform shouldn’t have suffered this much damage.”

“And the good news?”

“We’re planning to name the gas after you.”

“…That old joke isn’t funny at all.” Yiwen’s tone turned sour.

“I know you’re anxious, but just hear me out.” The frog-like doctor put down her chart. “Its effects are similar to a strong local anesthetic. It’s not a poison, per se—more like a drug. A couple days of IV treatment and you’ll be fine. Theoretically, it only works the first time since the body develops antibodies quickly.”

“Unfortunately, the chemical composition is rather complicated.”

The drug was impressively potent yet non-lethal and non-addictive. If it could be widely adopted, it would mark a significant medical breakthrough.

“I’d rather not get hit with it a second time.” Yiwen replied blankly.

She couldn’t move anything below her neck—like being paralyzed.

“The truly dangerous part is the bacteria clinging to your clothes,” the frog doctor continued. “I saw something similar during an internship in the Metropolis ten years ago. It came from a student’s experimental paper… the data’s too technical to explain, but the key is, it was a structure secreted by an ability user’s body. Current tech can’t synthesize it artificially.”

“Her ability was virus-type, also categorized as regenerative. This strain is even more aggressive than what she theorized. It can survive in the air for an hour but doesn’t absorb through skin. Luckily, you wore a gas mask. Otherwise, it would’ve been fatal.”

“No cure?”

Yiwen thought back to the girl who had suddenly collapsed on the street, coughing violently.

“It’s extremely difficult. But if brought in time, it’s not impossible. Generally, this virus kills within twenty seconds.”

“…”

So that girl…

Yiwen remembered: when she tried to save the black-clad girl, her heartbeat and breathing had already stopped.

If only she’d acted faster, jumped down without hesitation, taken her straight to the hospital. If only she hadn’t gotten lost… Even flying, she couldn’t navigate properly.

After reminding her of some dietary restrictions, the doctor left the room to give her and Officer Chen some privacy.

Seeing Yiwen’s distressed expression, Officer Chen hesitated for a moment. “We checked all the student records from elementary through high school—no one matching her appearance called in sick today. We’ve even pulled up every black-haired, blue-eyed girl in the city. See if she’s among them.”

He handed her a tablet loaded with student profiles. The list was long—it was a city, after all.

Frankly speaking, none of the girls matched the black-clad one’s striking appearance. No matter how she searched, Yiwen couldn’t find her. Instead, she started to lose the ability to tell black-haired, blue-eyed girls apart.

People who struggle with social interaction often remember others by hairstyle and clothes. In this world, they had to add eye color, too.

When someone’s hairstyle and eyes were both so unique and beautiful, one would instinctively ignore everything else about them. Especially since the girl only ever appeared for fleeting moments—and the one chance Yiwen had to memorize her properly, she’d spent performing CPR.

Trying to recall, she remembered those eyes—deep blue, with faint twin rings circling the pupils. Not as theatrical as the Rinnegan, but stunning in their own way…

None of the girls on the list had eyes like that.

Was she really dead?

“You don’t have to beat yourself up too much. These kinds of situations will become more common in your line of work,” Officer Chen patted her shoulder.

“Who released the poison?” Yiwen asked.

“We’ve got a lead. It’s likely connected to the ‘Lower Servants’ case from the Fallen City.” Officer Chen switched screens on the tablet and brought up a profile.

It was a photo of a blue-haired university student—name: Bingyuan Ya. Graduate of Surplus University in Sunshine City. Medical major. Level 3 Regenerative, Level 3 Viral-type abilities.

“That’s from ten years ago,” Officer Chen added. “She’s missing now. According to records, she’s the only person so far linked to this particular toxin. If someone did recreate it, it was either her—or someone with similar abilities who’s read her paper. That paper, by the way, was rejected.”

A few months ago, a hacker appeared online. Their skill outclassed 90% of official cyber agents. Analysis suggested they were at least a Level 4 data-type ability user.

They taunted authorities, insulted the uneducated, and cheated in games. With such power, their ambitions seemed depressingly childish—likely no older mentally than a middle schooler. Shut-ins rarely matured.

But to stay hidden, they did something outrageous: they deleted all stored records of ability users from the past few years. Even the backups weren’t spared. Anything electronic—connected or not—was wiped as soon as it existed.

Only paper files kept by schools had survived.

Without those, it’d be nearly impossible to track down criminals with abilities.

This hacker was directly responsible for spiking the city’s crime rate. Other cities weren’t hit as hard. But Fanzui City… also had a vigilante blowing out surveillance cameras.

Yiwen scrutinized the blue-haired woman on screen. “Never seen her before.”

“Just keep an eye out. You’re off this case for now.” Officer Chen retrieved the tablet. “The girl on the eighth floor is one of the vigilante suspects we caught last month. She has a record—used N1202, a type of x-ray theft ability. Refuses to talk. And in her condition, we can’t let the Salamander use mind-reading.”

“So I finally came face-to-face with one of them?” Yiwen said weakly.

“Compared to the killers, she’s mild.” Officer Chen sighed and stood. “A bunch of girls came to visit you just now, but I turned them away. One boy’s still in the hall. I’ll send him in.”

“A boy?” Yiwen blinked. It had to be either Jim or Mi Xiaoliu—she only talked to those two at school.

Mi Xiaoliu entered, dressed in the same clueless, geeky style as always.

Heli had dropped her off by e-scooter and was waiting downstairs.

She sat silently in a chair, pulled a banana from her bag, and handed it to Yiwen.

Heli had bought it, saying you’re supposed to bring fruit when visiting someone in the hospital.

Yiwen shook her head helplessly. It was one of the few parts she could still move.

Even meals had to be spoon-fed to her by Raven—who looked annoyed the whole time, but as her mom, at least it wasn’t too embarrassing.

Yiwen watched Mi Xiaoliu peel the banana into four parts… and thought he was going to feed her.

Instead, she watched the boy eat it himself.

Heli had told Mi Xiaoliu to bring fruit—but didn’t say the fruit was for the patient.

Yiwen stared as he quietly devoured one banana… then another… without saying a word.

What a menace.

Yiwen felt like Mi Xiaoliu had come here on purpose—just to taunt her.

She turned her head away. “Xiaoliu… I think I might have hurt someone.”

Mi Xiaoliu: Confused.

“They keep saying it wasn’t my fault, but… I just can’t shake this feeling…” Even though her original goal was to catch that little witch.

And deliver some well-deserved, inhumane revenge.

She remembered an old case the veterans used to talk about: a thief panicked during a chase and ran into traffic, dying in an accident.

But Yiwen’s unease wasn’t about that. In her case, the assailant had actively attacked first—and might’ve had personal enemies.

If the hospital had been even a little farther away, she probably wouldn’t have felt this guilty.

It was just one street away. Someone else could’ve saved her. Even the ambulance had gotten blocked by a crowd outside.

So frustrating! She was a criminal!

Yiwen had taken down criminals before. Was it just because she was a minor?

Would her parents show up, screaming at her doorstep: “Why didn’t you save her?”

It felt… just like last time.

“Head pat,” Mi Xiaoliu said, reaching to pat her head.

The Hermit Sister’s go-to method of comfort.

But it didn’t make Yiwen feel better. She shook her head to knock the hand away.

That whole “girls feel better when you pat their head” thing? Totally fake.

Still, she was grateful. Mi Xiaoliu didn’t say much—but she hadn’t said anything useless either. Sometimes silence was better than hollow comfort.

“At least eat those pastries. My mom brought them. I’ve got no appetite.” Yiwen gestured toward the cabinet.

Mi Xiaoliu put down the fruit and started eating the pastries. No hesitation, no manners.

Of course, she didn’t understand that if you eat too much before a meal, you’ll be too full to eat later.

That night, back home, Mi Xiaoliu didn’t eat much—even though, unusually, the blonde girl hadn’t come by to mooch dinner. She just sat there, staring at the huge amount of food, Heli had made to help her recover.

Her belly? Round and tight.

“He’s fine. Just needs a couple days to recover,” Heli said, assuming Mi Xiaoliu was worried about Yiwen.

But the girl rubbed her stomach and thought of the knowledge she’d drawn from the gacha the night before.

“I’m pregnant,” she said.

Heli: “??”

“Master, that’s not pregnancy,” Sasha said, unable to hold back her laughter. “You’re just full from overeating at Little Fluffy White’s.”

“Oh.” Mi Xiaoliu corrected herself to Heli: “It’s Yiwen.”

Heli stared at her, silent for a while, then picked up a suspicious-looking medicine bottle and left the room.

Whether it was true or not, just bringing up that name suggested something must’ve happened.

Thankfully, Sasha hurriedly prompted Mi Xiaoliu to chase Heli down and explain herself properly—successfully preventing a terrible misunderstanding from escalating.