"Don't touch me."
Serena Feng shot a cold glance at the approaching yamen runner. While he hesitated in confusion, she stood up on her own.
She brushed the dust off her clothes, not the least bit embarrassed or angry, calmly stepped back, and met Vincent Su's gaze head-on: "Young Master Vincent, I've noted your little stunt. Now keep quiet—I said I'm saving him."
Her position and principles as a doctor wouldn't let her stand by and watch that child—clearly still alive—be cut up by the coroner.
To let someone die without trying to save them is no different from murder!
She couldn't do it!
"What did you say? My brother isn't dead—you can really save him?" Vincent Su froze, staring into Serena Feng's clear, bright eyes. For a moment, he was at a loss for words, looking utterly stunned.
If it were anything else, Vincent Su would never have believed Serena Feng. But this matter...
He couldn't bear not to believe her.
His younger brother—so young, so full of promise—dead for nothing.
Grief consumed him, and he wished he could tear his enemies to pieces and bury them with his brother.
But now?
Someone said his brother could be saved.
How could he possibly doubt it?
It was like he was starving and someone offered him half a bun.
In that situation, could he refuse?
He couldn't.
Vincent Su clung to hope like a drowning man grabbing driftwood, his eyes fixed on Serena Feng, waiting for a miracle.
"Young Master Vincent, don't trust this witch! How could she possibly save the young master? He's already dead—we all know it. There's no breath left in him, unless this Miss Feng is some kind of demon."
The coroner shouted, glaring viciously at Serena Feng.