Although Simon Sun had nearly given away all of Serena's secrets, at least he knew when to hold back—he didn't reveal the stethoscope or anything like it. He simply took the smallest medicine chest from the table and followed behind Serena.
Serena quietly let out a breath of relief and gave Simon an approving nod. Simon's face flushed red, realizing he had just said too much.
The four of them quickly arrived at Prince Nolan’s Private Wing, where the Crown Prince was temporarily staying. As soon as they reached the courtyard gate, a servant came out to greet them: “Miss Feng, His Highness is already awake and waiting for you.”
“Sorry to have kept His Highness waiting.”
Led by the servant, Serena entered the side hall. The Crown Prince and Prince Colin were sitting there chatting. Seeing Serena and her group arrive, both princes turned and nodded at her, signaling for the four to take their seats.
When it came to Dr. Redwater and Dr. Marcus Guile’s recent experiences at the villa, the Crown Prince was smart enough not to ask a single question—he simply gave the two an apologetic smile.
After all, anyone who falls into Ninth Royal Uncle’s hands can’t expect things to go well.
“Your Highness, please give me your hand.” For open-heart surgery, pulse-taking alone wouldn’t cut it. Serena had already activated her Smart Med-Pack; the pulse check was just for show.
“Pulse is steady, breathing smooth. Your Highness has been recovering well lately.” Serena was no novice—she could still read a pulse.
“It’s all thanks to Dr. Guile and Dr. Redwater. If not for the two doctors, I wouldn’t have made it to the villa in one piece.” The Crown Prince openly praised them, making his intentions clear.
“Both seniors are truly skilled physicians; I greatly admire you,” Serena said after finishing the pulse check, then stepped back, signaling Simon to come forward.
With her abilities, she couldn’t find much just by inspection and pulse-taking, so she let Simon handle it—no need to waste time.
Simon’s pulse reading was much more thorough; he saw far more in the pulse than Serena did. Still, Simon was cautious—he didn’t announce his diagnosis but instead, as Serena instructed, recorded the pulse rate and other data.
For every item checked, Simon made a note. He fully took on his role as medical assistant. Dr. Marcus Guile and Dr. Redwater watched from the side, curious about the simple medical chart Serena had designed. Once Simon finished writing, they immediately picked it up and began flipping through it.
Simon glanced at Serena, asking with his eyes if he should snatch it back.
Serena shook her head, telling Simon to continue.
Heart surgery couldn’t be done without transfusion—they still needed to test the Crown Prince’s blood type and prepare blood bags in advance.
“What’s that for?” Dr. Marcus Guile put down the chart and saw Simon drawing a tube of blood from the Crown Prince and splitting it into three clear test tubes.
“To avoid excessive blood loss, we need to prepare blood bags ahead of time for transfusion,” Simon explained simply, but this didn’t satisfy Dr. Guile.
“If it’s for transfusion, why draw blood first?”
“This is for blood testing—not everyone’s blood is compatible. Only when both sides’ blood can merge can it be used,” Simon answered, his clear voice ringing through the hall. Not only Dr. Guile and Dr. Redwater, but even the Crown Prince and Prince Colin listened intently, waiting for Simon’s explanation.
Whether Simon had gotten smarter or not, before speaking he glanced at Serena for approval. Only after Serena nodded did he explain the principles of blood matching.
Dr. Redwater and Dr. Guile were fascinated by the idea of transfusion and asked Simon to explain in detail so they could remember it. The Crown Prince and Prince Colin didn’t fully understand, but the Crown Prince grasped one key point: “So, it’s not only a true father and son whose blood can merge?”
“That’s right,” Simon nodded affirmatively.
“Then even a true father and son might have incompatible blood?” the Crown Prince pressed.
Simon nodded again. The Crown Prince’s face paled, and he turned to Serena: “So, the palace’s usual drip-blood paternity test can’t really confirm blood relations?”
“You could say that. Drip-blood testing isn’t reliable at all. If you want, I can make originally incompatible blood merge, or prevent compatible blood from merging. Figuring out if someone is a true father and son isn’t that simple.” If drip-blood testing could prove parentage, what would be the point of DNA tests?
“I see.” The Crown Prince’s eyes flashed, then he laughed: “I’ve truly learned something new today.”
It was clear he wanted to drop the subject. Serena didn’t know why the Crown Prince was so interested in drip-blood tests, but she didn’t ask further, simply told Simon to pack up the tools and head back.
If all went well, the Crown Prince would move into the sickroom tonight for a full series of tests, with the surgery scheduled three days later.
Seeing Simon and Serena about to leave, Dr. Guile and Dr. Redwater hurried after them, still keenly interested in how blood type verification worked.
Serena took one tube of the Crown Prince’s blood from Simon, leaving the other two for him to use in demonstrations for Dr. Redwater and Dr. Guile.
Serena then went to a separate workroom, activated her Smart Med-Pack, and checked the Crown Prince’s test results.
“Sigh… In the Crown Prince’s case, the best treatment would be a heart transplant. But a transplant… that’s just too difficult.” Serena knew that if she suggested a heart transplant, with Ninth Royal Uncle’s and the Crown Prince’s power, they could find a matching heart. But the workload would be enormous, and there was no guarantee the transplanted heart wouldn’t be rejected.
Forget it—she’d rather not add to her karmic burden. Better to focus on the task at hand.
The Smart Med-Pack could only provide basic results; for the rest, the Crown Prince would need more detailed exams. Serena began testing his blood, checking his blood type as well.
The Crown Prince’s blood type wasn’t the rare universal O-type like Lance Quinn’s, but rather the common B-type. With so many people at the villa, collecting B-type blood would be easy.
When Serena finished her tests and came out, she happened to run into Simon, who had also just finished his work. Simon handed Serena the Crown Prince’s medical chart.
Serena quickly reviewed it, then returned the chart to Simon. “Simon, I’ll have Ninth Royal Uncle summon everyone from the villa for blood testing. For the next two days, you’ll be responsible for examining them. Anyone whose blood type matches the Crown Prince’s and is healthy—draw two blood bags from each.”
Two blood bags meant about 400cc of blood. For these robust men, that amount wouldn’t affect them much; a couple days of blood-tonic food and they’d be fine.
“Got it, Master.” Now that they were officially moving into the surgical phase, Simon was a little excited.
Serena resisted the urge to ruffle Simon’s hair, smiled, and turned to leave.
Dr. Redwater and Dr. Guile saw that Serena was completely ignoring them and got anxious, hurrying forward: “Miss Feng, please wait a moment.”
“Is there something I can help you with, seniors?” Serena turned back and asked politely.
Uh… Dr. Redwater was a little embarrassed to speak, but Dr. Guile was straightforward: “Miss Feng, my brother and I have offended you in the past. Here, the two of us wish to apologize. Please be generous and don’t hold it against us.”
With that, he gave Serena a deep bow…
What?
The legendary masters were apologizing to her!
Serena was stunned on the spot; she wondered if she was dreaming…