Leveraging Power to Send the Young Clan a Grand Gift

Stepping into the inner hall, a wave of heat hit her face, the air thick with the smell of blood. Even Serena, who was used to this, found it suffocating.

Serena frowned slightly and quickened her pace toward the inner chamber. The room was as hot as midsummer, so stifling it was hard to breathe. As soon as Serena entered, she received the warmest welcome—every palace maid and medical woman stopped what they were doing and cheered, "Miss Serena is here, Miss Serena is here, Her Ladyship is saved!"

"It's Miss Serena! It's Miss Serena! Now we'll be alright, now we'll be alright—she can save us all!"

The panicked medical women calmed down, and even the confused palace maids seemed to find their backbone. Serena had a special kind of presence—she didn't need to do anything, just standing there was enough to put everyone at ease.

"Serena, Serena, is that you?" The half-conscious Imperial Noble Consort Helena Hsieh heard the commotion and slowly woke, asking weakly, tears glimmering in her eyes—though no one could see them.

Sweat-soaked hair clung to her face, making her look especially frail. Serena glanced at her, expression calm, and nodded lightly. "Yes, Your Ladyship, I'm here. Don't worry—leave everything to me. Just conserve your strength. With me here, you and the little prince will be safe."

As Serena spoke words of comfort, she tied up her hair, put on her mask and gloves, and picked up her medicine chest to approach the bed. The people gathered around Imperial Noble Consort Helena Hsieh's bedside all stepped back, looking at Serena with hope.

At this moment, Serena wasn't just saving Imperial Noble Consort Helena Hsieh's life—she was saving theirs too. If Helena died, none of them would survive either.

"Bring a stool over." No sooner had Serena spoken than a small stool was set in place. Serena took her seat without ceremony, motioned for everyone to step back, then snapped open her medicine chest and took out a stethoscope and thermometer to begin checking Imperial Noble Consort Helena Hsieh.

The cold instruments startled Imperial Noble Consort Helena Hsieh awake, her dazed eyes suddenly focusing. Turning her head to see Serena—the woman whose beauty outshined the entire harem—she managed a pitiful smile. "Serena..." At last, you came. I knew you would.

It was true that Serena didn't like Imperial Noble Consort Helena Hsieh, but as a doctor, there was no reason to bring personal feelings into her work. Serena gave a reassuring smile. "Don't worry, Your Ladyship. I will do everything I can to save both you and the dragon child."

Serena lifted the covers and parted Helena's legs. Beneath her, thick pads had been laid, but the stench was overpowering and the bleeding hadn't stopped. Dark red blood soaked through the padding, making even Serena feel heavy-hearted.

Serena took a deep breath and motioned for the maids to step forward. "Remove all the pads and replace them with two clean cotton quilts. No silk—just ordinary cotton. Also, everyone except Your Ladyship's personal maids must leave the hall. I don't need help from the medical women."

"Serena..." Helena was a little more lucid now. Hearing Serena's words, she immediately understood—there must be something 'unclean' in the hall.

Serena was so blunt that even the palace maids understood. Their faces went pale, but they started working without needing Helena to say a word.

"Don't worry, Your Ladyship. I'm not making these arrangements out of suspicion—cotton quilts are simply better for your health, and too many people in the hall makes the air stuffy and hard for you to breathe." Serena didn't understand palace intrigue, but she knew the darkness of hospitals; sometimes, even doctors would sabotage each other for a chief physician's position.

Helena's pregnancy was stable—Serena was sure of that. But now, so close to full term, signs of miscarriage had appeared. That could only mean one thing: sabotage.

Since it was sabotage, everything needed to be handled carefully. Helena trusted her own palace maids, and so did Serena. But the medical women from outside—Serena didn't know their backgrounds, so she refused them all. As for the cotton quilts, no one in the palace would ever use them by choice; even if someone tried something, they wouldn't think of that detail.

While the maids tidied up, Serena injected Helena with anti-miscarriage and hemostatic agents, and also drew blood for testing.

"Your Ladyship, you've lost too much blood. I need to give you a transfusion. May I invite Madam Hsieh in?" Serena asked, but it was a rhetorical question—Helena had already fainted.

No answer meant consent. Serena waved for a maid to fetch them. Madam Hsieh entered, bringing two female relatives from the Hsieh family. After Serena explained the situation, Madam Hsieh didn't hesitate. "Miss Serena, take as much as you need—even if you drain me dry, as long as you can save Her Ladyship."

Putting on a show at a time like this was disgusting, but their family drama was none of Serena's business. She quickly took out needles and test tubes. "Madam, don't exaggerate. You won't die. I need to check you before drawing blood."

Imperial Noble Consort Helena Hsieh was AB blood type, and luckily, so were Madam Hsieh and the two relatives she brought. Serena didn't hold back—she drew 400cc from each. Whether she'd actually need that much, she'd decide later.

For a woman, 400cc was a lot. The three Hsieh women turned pale and shivered, looking unsteady on their feet.

Serena never intended to harm anyone with medicine. After drawing their blood, she had the maids bring three bowls of red sugar water and some red dates. "Drink up—these will help you replenish. This much blood will come back in three to five days."

The three Hsieh women were full of gratitude. After finishing a bowl of sugar water, Madam Hsieh felt much better. Watching Serena connect the drawn blood to Helena's body with a tube, Madam Hsieh—usually so theatrical—was genuinely moved to tears. "Miss Serena, thank you so much. The entire Hsieh family will remember your kindness. If you ever need our help, just ask."

"The Hsieh family's gratitude? Madam, that's too much. I'm not saving Her Ladyship because of your family. If it were just for the Hsiehs, I might not have come at all. I'm saving her because of who she is. If you want to thank me, just pay the medical fee afterward." Serena didn't mention the amount—she'd take whatever they offered.

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Madam Hsieh was left speechless by Serena's bluntness, and her gaze turned complicated. She couldn't tell if Serena was just too clever to demand repayment, or if she truly resented the Hsieh family.

Madam Hsieh was sure the family had never done anything to harm Serena—in fact, they'd worked together several times, and those collaborations had always been pleasant.

Serena glanced at Madam Hsieh, offering no further explanation. The time when the Hsieh family kicked her when she was down and publicly humiliated her—Serena would never forget. Maybe it was nothing to them, but to her, it was a deep wound.

Serena had no time for Madam Hsieh's small talk. She adjusted the transfusion rate and kept her eyes on Helena; the bleeding slowed, and barring any surprises, Helena would be fine, and the child wouldn't need to be delivered early.

Everyone knew that although Helena's baby was fully formed, if she had to deliver by emergency surgery, the child would survive but be born weak.

Serena was deeply grateful that the previous doctors had done their jobs well and that Helena's body had been well cared for. Only because of that, even after losing so much blood, the child could still be saved.

Serena was so busy in Radiant Hall that she lost track of time. By the time she finished settling Helena and was sure she was out of danger, dawn had already broken.

Stifling a yawn, Serena patted her own face, pulled over a small stool, and sat by Helena's bedside to wait for her to wake.

The hall was quiet. The Hsieh women had returned home before the palace gates closed last night. The Emperor had sat for half an hour, but after hearing Serena report that Helena was stable, he left to handle state affairs.

Many came to check on Helena, but few truly cared whether she lived or died. Once the Emperor left, the Empress no longer had to pretend to be virtuous and soon followed. The other consorts found excuses to leave one by one, and Radiant Hall quickly fell silent—just as Serena wanted.

Serena took out her gynecological instruments to examine Helena, then cleared out the clotted blood from her body. The palace maids turned pale at the sight, but they were personally trained by Helena—calm and courageous. Even though they were frightened, they stayed rational and carried out Serena's orders, taking away basin after basin of bloody water.

Serena barely noticed; she was focused on her work. Once the clotted blood was removed, Helena's bleeding stopped. Serena had the maids clean her up and change her into fresh clothes. As for the child in her belly...

Serena ran a smart medical scan—the child was unharmed. It was all thanks to the months of anti-miscarriage medicine she'd given Helena.

It really was a stroke of luck. Without those medicines, Helena's child might not have survived. Serena tilted her head, wondering if she should take this chance to advertise her product.

She'd originally planned to sell anti-miscarriage medicine with Su Wenqing, but Su wanted to open a pharmacy and mass production was difficult, so the idea had been shelved.

Now, working with the Yun family, Serena could sell the medicine in their shops. She'd provide the formula, they'd handle production, and they'd split the profits thirty-seventy. It was a win-win, and the Yun family might even escape their troubles thanks to her medicine.

Never underestimate the profit from anti-miscarriage medicine. Parents would spend anything for their children, and the profit margin was easily over one hundred percent.

Having made up her mind to use Helena's case for promotion, Serena greeted her as soon as she woke: "Your Ladyship, you and the dragon child are both safe—all thanks to the anti-miscarriage medicine I've been sending you. If not for that, even if I'd flown here, I wouldn't have made it in time to save you and the little prince."