The double doors of the operating room swung open.
The surgical team walked out. Their shoulders slumped with exhaustion. In the hallway, a man who had been pacing for hours jumped to his feet.
"Doctor..." His voice trembled. "My wife? The baby?"
The lead surgeon stopped and looked down. He shook his head slowly. "I am so sorry. We did everything we could... but we couldn't save the baby."
The words hit the man like a physical blow. The color drained from his face.
"What?" he whispered, his world spinning.
"Your wife is stable," the doctor said quickly. "She is still asleep from the medicine. It is best to wait until she is in the recovery room."
The man's legs gave out. He sank onto a plastic bench and buried his face in his hands. Behind him, his family broke down. The grandparents clung to each other, weeping silently. The hallway felt as cold as a tomb.
Just then, a hurried tapping sound broke the silence.
A young intern rushed down the hall, his white coat fluttering. "Great start," he muttered, checking his watch. "First day of rotation and I'm already late to clean up."
He slipped past the crying family and entered the operating room. Inside, the room was messy with used medical tools and dirty gauze. The senior doctors had already left.
As the intern walked past a side table, something caught his eye.
He stopped instantly. "Wait... what?"
He stared at the small bundle wrapped in a white cloth. It's just the shadows,he thought. My eyes are playing tricks on me.
But then, the white cloth moved again. It rose and fell in a steady rhythm.
The intern's breath hitched. Trembling, he reached out and pulled back the cloth. His blood turned to ice.
The baby was not dead. He was awake.
The infant took a slow, deep breath. Then, his eyes fluttered open. They were not the normal cloudy eyes of a newborn. They were a brilliant, burning gold, glowing like molten metal under the harsh lights.
The intern gasped. He had studied medicine, but this was impossible. There was a terrifying depth in those eyes. It looked like an ancient intelligence trapped in a tiny body.
Adrenaline pumped through the intern's veins. He scooped up the baby and burst through the double doors back into the hallway.
The grieving family looked up in total shock.
"Sir! Wait!" the intern yelled, his voice cracking. He ran toward the father and held out the baby. "There has been a miracle! A mistake!"
The father gasped. He stood up slowly on shaky legs and looked down.
There lay his son, wrapped in the white cloth. The boy's golden eyes calmly scanned the hallway. They ignored the shocked doctors and the crying relatives. Finally, those glowing eyes settled right on the father.
The newborn did not cry. He did not scream for food or warmth. Instead, he blinked slowly and reached up. His tiny fingers danced in the air, as if he were playing with the invisible energy of the room.
The father's hands shook as he touched the baby's cheek. It was warm. It was vibrant. The child was completely alive.
"My son..." the father choked out, tears of joy bursting from his eyes.
Under the cold hospital lights, the baby with the golden eyes just watched him. He was silent, ancient, and deeply mysterious.
The tragic fate had been rewritten. The young master had awakened.