Type A blood!
Reid is truly lucky. Regardless of whether he and the City Lord of Night City are really father and son, at least their blood types match—so he’s safe for now.
Of course, even if she claimed Reid and the City Lord’s blood couldn’t mix, the City Lord might not believe her completely.
"City Lord, your blood is compatible with Young Master Reid’s." Serena Feng didn’t explain further; she simply announced the result.
Worry in the City Lord’s eyes was instantly replaced by a smile. The Crown Prince still wore a smile, but a flash of regret and blame crossed his gaze.
Serena Feng, you really don’t know how to play the game.
Such a perfect opportunity was handed right to Serena. If she’d just said Reid and the City Lord’s blood didn’t match, she wouldn’t become Night City’s enemy—in fact, she’d be their benefactor. But instead...
The Crown Prince sighed to himself. Facing his blame, Serena only smiled at him and said nothing more.
Medicine is meant to heal, not to harm or destroy happiness. Serena Feng might be relentless when pursuing her goals, but some things she’ll never do—not even once.
Using medical knowledge to hurt people is her bottom line!
With the blood types matching, Serena Feng didn’t hesitate to draw blood from the City Lord of Night City. This time, he cooperated fully, letting her pierce his wrist with the needle and watching as bright red blood flowed through the clear tube into the blood bag.
Through this blood compatibility test, the City Lord realized that Serena Feng might be sharp, but she had principles—what’s true is true, what’s false is false. She did have a grudge against Reid, but she would never use treatment as a chance to frame him.
Sure, even if Serena claimed he and Reid’s blood didn’t match, he wouldn’t fully believe her. Still, some doubt would linger in his heart.
Serena Feng, just as she appeared—pure and clean. When she’s saving lives, she’s absolutely trustworthy as a doctor, but that’s the limit.
Serena Feng, so open and clear about grudges and kindness. What a pity... They’d become enemies before they ever knew each other.
Even with his strong body, losing 800cc of blood was tough for the City Lord. His face paled as the blood drained, his body grew cold, and he felt lightheaded and weak.
The City Lord furrowed his brow and looked up at Serena, only to see her fully focused on the blood bag, not paying attention to anything else. The words on his lips stalled and never came out.
He trusted his own judgment—when Serena Feng was saving someone, she wouldn’t play tricks.
Once the 800cc was drawn, Serena removed the needle, took two cotton swabs, dipped them in medicine, and pressed them to the City Lord’s wound. "Hold it there. Wait about the time it takes to drink a cup of tea before letting go. Rest well, avoid alcohol, have someone prepare blood-nourishing foods for you. In about half a month, you’ll be fully recovered—no lasting harm."
Serena Feng gave her usual aftercare instructions, startling everyone. They wondered what on earth she was doing.
The City Lord could hardly believe his ears—Serena Feng actually cared about him? Had she forgotten he’d just been trying to give her trouble?
Serena Feng really is a woman full of contradictions!
Even Yun Xiao couldn’t understand it. Serena was forced by circumstances to save Reid, and not taking the chance to frame him showed her integrity. But what was with her concern for the City Lord?
Did Serena Feng really think a few words of concern could move the City Lord to let go of his prejudice? Or was she so virtuous she’d repay resentment with kindness?
Obviously, Serena wasn’t afraid of Night City—why would she bother to flatter anyone? If she wanted to curry favor, she wouldn’t have forced Su Wan to kneel. As for repaying resentment with virtue, forget it. The Serena they knew wasn’t that kind of person.
Serena Feng didn’t realize her habitual words made all the men present fall deep into thought, trying to decode her motives—especially Prince Rowan, who suddenly understood that when Serena had saved him, it had nothing to do with feelings. In her eyes, he and Reid were no different.
The thought unsettled Prince Rowan. If Serena didn’t care about him at all, what advantage did he have left?
Not that Serena cared what they were thinking. Even if she knew, she wouldn’t bother—what did their schemes have to do with her? These princes and royal descendants always had an agenda; even kindness was calculated for payback. They assumed she was scheming too, and honestly, they weren’t wrong.
Turning around, Serena checked Reid’s heart rate and temperature, swapped out the empty IV bottle for a fresh one, and started the transfusion.
She slid the needle into Reid’s vein. This time, instead of blood flowing out, blood from the bag disappeared at a visible rate. No need for Serena to explain—everyone present understood the blood was going into Reid.
How incredible!
They weren’t surprised by blood being drawn, but transfusing it back in—none of them had ever seen that before. Prince Rowan had witnessed it once, half-unconscious, but that time Serena drew blood straight from herself, not from a blood bag.
The Crown Prince and the others’ mouths formed perfect O’s, eyes wide and unblinking, afraid to miss a thing. The City Lord of Night City was so shocked he shot to his feet—too fast, and dizziness hit, so he obediently sat back down.
"Master, the blood vessel at the wound has ruptured!" Just as Serena caught her breath, Simon Sun called out from his side.
It wasn’t Simon Sun’s fault—the wound on Reid’s arm was just too rotten. The rest was manageable, but the snakebite area was in terrible shape.
Luckily, the antidote pill Serena gave him earlier worked wonders. Three days on, there was still no tissue necrosis—if this was the modern era, his hand would have been amputated already.
"Bind the left artery." Serena tore off a strip of bandage and handed it to Simon Sun.
Simon Sun used all his strength to tightly bind the healthy part of Reid’s left arm. The bleeding slowed down.
"Clamp it!" Serena glanced over, calmly passing the hemostat to Simon Sun.
At this moment, Serena was focused solely on saving lives, all her sharpness tucked away—serene and composed, yet impossible to ignore. It was as if she radiated a stabilizing force: as long as she stood there, the Crown Prince, the City Lord, and the others believed Reid would be fine.
Simon Sun took the hemostat, clamped a wad of cotton from the tray, and pressed it to the ruptured vessel. His movements were as quick and precise as Serena’s.
But stopping one spot just made another start bleeding. It was late autumn, but sweat poured down Simon Sun’s forehead. Serena wiped his sweat, handed him tools, and kept an eye on Reid’s transfusion—all at once, multitasking...
Passing and receiving tools, Simon Sun and Serena Feng didn’t speak, yet their teamwork was flawless. Yun Xiao, Prince Rowan, and the others saw this and thought their relationship was unusual, but both Simon and Serena knew—their chemistry only existed on the operating table.
"I can’t stop it—the patient can’t wait any longer." After an hour, Simon Sun finally admitted defeat.
It wasn’t that he couldn’t stop the bleeding, but that he wasn’t fast enough. At this rate, by the time he finished, Reid’s left arm would be completely necrotic from being bound too long.
"I’ll do it." Serena quickly switched places with Simon Sun. "Change the medicine for the patient."
"Got it." Simon Sun’s white coat was soaked with blood, and his fingers still trembled. He’d tried to work faster, but it just wasn’t enough...