Bang—a sharp sound rang out. Princess Serenity’s fine steed shrieked, its legs buckled, and it collapsed to the ground.
“Ah!” Princess Serenity screamed. The guards ignored Serena Feng and rushed forward: “Protect the princess! Protect the princess!”
After witnessing the power of the pistol, the guards braced for battle, but not one dared approach. Serena Feng snorted coldly, turned to Sun Yijin behind her, and said, “Miss Sun, please rest assured—I, Serena Feng, will save her.”
Finishing her words, she spurred her horse and left. This time, no one dared stop her, not even as Princess Serenity kept ordering them to block her way.
After all, everyone feared death. They didn’t know what that little black tube in Serena Feng’s hand was, but seeing it take a horse’s life with a single shot—if she turned it on them, could they survive?
Serena Feng, holding the blood-soaked Sun Yijin, charged into the imperial city, only to be stopped at the gate.
General Warren Yu received the news and rushed over, not even bothering to remove his armor.
Seeing Serena Feng unharmed, General Warren Yu breathed a sigh of relief and pointed at Sun Yijin in her arms: “Serena Feng, what happened here?”
“General Warren, Miss Sun was gravely injured saving me. I must hurry home to treat her—may I trouble you to escort me?” Serena Feng pleaded silently.
At this moment, the only person who could help her was General Warren Yu.
“Serena Feng, this is going to be troublesome.” General Warren Yu frowned. “Send her to a clinic and let a doctor treat her.”
Caleb Wang’s words were reasonable, but General Warren Yu still didn’t trust Serena Feng’s medical skills.
“No, Miss Sun’s injuries are too severe. If she goes to a clinic, her life may be in danger. General Warren, I beg you—please help me this once. I, Serena Feng, will never forget this favor.”
As she spoke, Serena Feng slid down from her horse, carrying Sun Yijin. Her legs gave out, and she was about to kneel.
“Serena Feng, what are you doing?” General Warren Yu hurried to support her, not letting her kneel. He tried to take Sun Yijin from her, but Serena Feng shook her head and refused.
“Isn’t this how you beg someone?” Serena Feng gave a bitter smile, her eyes full of sorrow.
“What do you take me for, Serena Feng? If I can help you, you don’t need to beg.” General Warren Yu’s face was already stern; now it darkened even further.
Just as General Warren Yu was about to persuade Serena Feng again to send Sun Yijin to a clinic, someone in the crowd suddenly cried out.
“Ah—!”
“All this fuss—what’s going on? You don’t act anything like soldiers I’ve trained.” General Warren Yu cursed, accidentally blurting out some rough frontier language.
“G-General, Miss Feng’s back…” That little soldier wasn’t really one of General Warren Yu’s men—he was just a gate guard. After Warren Yu barked at him, his legs went weak.
Smack—General Warren Yu picked up his sword and knocked it against the soldier’s head. “Don’t talk nonsense.”
A woman’s body is precious—soldiers like them had no right to comment on it.
The soldier, dizzy from the blow, still stubbornly pointed at Serena Feng’s back.
He felt so wronged…
Those standing closer to Serena Feng glanced back. “Ah—!”
They cried out in shock too, which really annoyed General Warren Yu. What was wrong with his men, staring at a woman’s back like that?
“What’s going on?” General Warren Yu walked behind Serena Feng.
Serena Feng didn’t move, letting General Warren Yu inspect her. There was no hiding these wounds.
“Serena Feng, what happened to you? How did you end up like this?” General Warren Yu was shocked, but at the same time looked at Serena Feng with admiration.
This woman—does she not feel pain at all?
“It’s just a small wound. General Warren, please help me this once—I beg you. I promise you, I can absolutely save Miss Sun.” Serena Feng didn’t want to play the sympathy card, but now that Warren Yu saw her injuries, there was no point hiding them.
“You…” General Warren Yu rolled his eyes in exasperation. “Fine, fine, you win. Go get a carriage ready—and bring my cloak.” He ordered his personal guards.
“Thank you, General.” Serena Feng’s face lit up with relief.
“Serena Feng, I must’ve owed you a fortune in my last life. Now I’m repaying it all—if I’d known you were such trouble in the capital, I’d never have come back.” General Warren Yu grumbled.
Serena Feng didn’t mind, smiling as she comforted him: “Don’t be upset, General. Maybe meeting me in the capital is a blessing. After all, I’m a doctor—and there isn’t a single person in the world who doesn’t need a doctor, especially men like you who fight bloody battles.”
“Serena Feng, don’t jinx me. I, Warren Yu, hate seeing doctors more than anything.”
Warren Yu’s men were efficient; in just a few words, they had his cloak and the carriage ready.
“Serena Feng, let’s go.”
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With General Warren Yu personally escorting her, Serena Feng could walk anywhere in the capital unhindered. They sped straight to Feng Manor without a single obstacle.
There was no need to knock—with General Yu there, they simply broke down the door and entered.
The old wooden gate of Feng Manor creaked loudly.
Serena Feng didn’t say anything, obediently carrying Sun Yijin straight to her own room.
Evan Zhou heard the commotion and rushed out. “Sis, what happened?”
Seeing Serena Feng covered in blood and carrying someone, Evan Zhou was nearly scared stiff.
Why did Serena Feng always come back from leaving the city in such a miserable state?
“I’m fine.” Serena Feng didn’t have time to explain, rushing past Evan Zhou like a whirlwind.
After settling Sun Yijin, she shooed General Warren Yu and Evan Zhou out of the room.
“You two, guard the door. No matter what happens, don’t let anyone disturb me.”
With that, Serena Feng ran to the well, drew water, and washed the grime off her body. Blood and water streamed down, and her numbed wounds flared with searing pain once again.
‘A doctor cannot heal herself’—how true that was. With her injuries on her back, Serena Feng couldn’t apply medicine herself, and there was no time anyway. If it weren’t for hygiene, she wouldn’t even bother treating her own wounds first.
After cleaning the wounds, Serena Feng used cotton cloth to soak up the water, then poured a whole bottle of disinfectant alcohol directly onto her back.
The pain made Serena Feng curl up, her teeth chattering as she gasped for breath.
She endured wave after wave of agony until she was numb, then carefully stood up. As for the wound on her ankle, she really didn’t have time to deal with it.
She changed into clean clothes, returned to her room, activated the Smart Med-Pack, and put on medical gloves, a mask, and a white doctor’s coat—one after another.
She pulled over a bedside cabinet and arranged all the instruments and medicines she would need.
Alas, the operating room still wasn’t finished—otherwise, things would be much easier.
IV drip, anesthesia—Serena Feng was both doctor and nurse. After confirming Sun Yijin’s blood type, she took out the blood she’d preserved earlier and began the transfusion…