Emergency Case, Examination Results All Normal

Serena Feng frowned deeply, clearly displeased with the servants’ loud shouting throughout the manor. Even when nothing serious happened, their cries alone were enough to scare someone half to death.

Serena was thankful she didn’t have any surgery scheduled today. If she had, all this commotion would almost certainly have led to a medical accident. Out of habit, she raised her hand to rub her temples and clear her mind, only to realize she was still wearing blood-stained gloves. With a resigned sigh, she lowered her hand and said to the two maids in the corner, "Go see what’s happening and tell them to quiet down."

"Yes, miss." The shadow-guard maids had spent the entire night outside, hardly daring to breathe. The moment Serena gave the order, they dashed out—forgetting, for once, the strict rule that their top priority was always to protect Serena Feng.

Serena didn’t notice this small detail, but that didn’t mean others missed it. The shadow-guards hidden outside saw both maids rush out at the same time, and their eyes—normally as still as deep wells—flickered with surprise. Once they confirmed what they saw, they silently mourned for the two.

Those two would almost certainly be sent back for retraining. Women just couldn’t handle as much, the shadow-guard thought with a hint of disdain—then mentally patted himself on the back.

Ever since their retraining, this batch had lasted the longest at Serena’s side, proof that they were the elite among the shadow-guards. Compared to those two women, they were outstanding—almost ridiculously so.

Serena pulled off her bloody gloves, washed her hands, and headed out. At the door, Prince Titus of Lyndaria’s shadow-guard stood like a statue, unmoving. When Serena appeared, he quickly stepped back and knelt on one knee: "Miss Feng, please forgive us for disturbing you at this late hour. We had no other choice."

It was a little late for apologies, but doing things by the book still made people feel better. After all, Serena owed Prince Titus nothing. No one had decreed she must save him just because something happened to him.

"It’s fine. This is an emergency—I understand. Your master is out of danger now, but his mind has suffered and he won’t wake up for a while. Move him to the next room to rest. His condition still needs monitoring, so it’s best if he stays here for a while." From Prince Titus’s brain CT, Serena guessed he’d suffered some kind of shock that made him lose control.

"Yes, miss." The shadow-guard didn’t say another word. He did exactly as Serena instructed, and with help from the Feng Manor staff, quickly moved Prince Titus to the inpatient wing Serena had set up.

As soon as Prince Titus Valen of Lyndaria was out the door, Serena Feng trailed behind and immediately understood the cause of the commotion in the front courtyard. The staff had been too intimidated by the shadow-guard maid’s order to make any noise, but the moment they reached the clinic cabin, they blurted out in panic, “Miss, miss, the young master is in trouble!”

"Miss Feng, Miss Feng, hurry—please save him!"

"Miss Feng, please, I’m begging you—save our young master!"

......

"William’s in trouble?" Serena Feng rushed forward, only taking two steps before she saw William Wang Jinling being carried over by the staff.

Serena Feng hurried to the stretcher, checking William Wang Jinling’s heart rate, pulse, and pupil response as she walked alongside. At the same time, she motioned for the staff to bring him into the clinic cabin.

"Put him down." Prince Titus Valen of Lyndaria had just been taken out, and the room was still a bit messy, but it didn’t interfere with treatment.

Serena Feng’s initial exam showed William Wang Jinling’s vital signs were dropping: his pulse was weak, heart rate unstable, and his pupils were barely reacting to light. “What happened to your young master?”

This is a life-threatening emergency.

"I don’t know, I really have no idea what happened. The young master got up this morning, suddenly vomited a mouthful of foul blood, and then collapsed. Right before he lost consciousness, he told us to bring him to you—he said Miss Feng could save him." The speaker was William Wang Jinling’s attendant, usually calm and steady, but now so panicked he could barely think straight.

"Understood. You can wait outside." Remembering what William Wang Jinling had said in the carriage, and the earlier accident, Serena Feng guessed that some residual poison hadn’t been cleared from his system, and something must have triggered it again.

"Miss Feng, but my young master—" The attendant refused to leave, stubbornly standing in the operating room.

Before Serena Feng could respond, Chunhui snapped, "What are you worried about? With our miss here, nothing bad will happen to the young master. Get out—don’t distract her from saving him."

With that, Chunhui marched over and dragged the attendant out. Serena Feng gave her a mental thumbs-up for the bold move: Well done!

If the young master weren’t in danger, Chunhui and her crew would be over the moon. On her way out, she couldn’t resist shooting a smug glance at the two shadow-guard maids.

The girls knew they weren’t as favored as Tong Jue and Tong Yao, but still—why should these newcomers get Serena Feng’s trust before them? Chunhui and her group had agreed just yesterday: they’d work harder and outshine the new arrivals.

Serena Feng was completely focused on saving lives, oblivious to the fact that her maids were locked in a fierce competition for her trust, each one showing off every skill they had.

William Wang Jinling had no visible injuries. Serena Feng wasn’t some miracle worker who could diagnose him just by feeling his pulse. She suspected a poisoning episode, but wouldn’t risk giving any medication before running full tests.

She activated the Smart Med‑Pack and had it run a full diagnostic on William Wang Jinling. When the results came in, Serena Feng was stunned: the Smart Med‑Pack said everything was normal.

Normal? Seriously? How could everything be normal when William Wang Jinling looked like this? Even by eye, it was obvious something was wrong—but for the life of her, Serena Feng couldn’t pinpoint what.

She checked again—the results still came back normal.

How was she supposed to prescribe anything if everything looked normal?

This was even trickier than that time with Lan Jiuqing’s fake poisoning. At least with him, there were visible wounds and nerve system damage she could detect—but with William, there was nothing.

Serena Feng was at a loss. For the first time, she realized her own limitations—faced with a truly baffling case, she didn’t even know where to begin. And right now, there wasn’t time to dig through medical books or case files.

"What now?" Serena Feng stood at the operating table, staring at the pale-faced William Wang Jinling. Her usually cool, rational mind was starting to spin.

No injuries, no illness—she had no idea where to start, or what medicine to use. Whether it was Chinese or Western medicine, the rule was always to treat the actual symptoms. But right now, she couldn’t even find any.

"If only Sihang were here—he’s much better at traditional medicine than I am." Serena Feng realized she was getting discouraged and quickly pinched herself. Focus. William’s still counting on you.

If the Smart Med‑Pack couldn’t find the problem, then she’d just have to use the most old-fashioned method: test William Wang Jinling for everything, one by one—ultrasound, bloodwork, the whole works. That’s how hospitals do it anyway: even for a cold, they run every test. She moved as fast as she could, determined to find the answer...