Serena Feng and William Wang Jinling walked out together with effortless poise.
One was gentle as jade, the other cold and noble—side by side, they looked impossibly well-matched.
The crowd outside had already been in an uproar, and now the commotion grew even louder.
"It's Serena Feng! She didn't run away—did she really cure Young Master Wang's blindness?"
"Impossible, Young Master Wang's eye disease can't be cured."
"Can't be cured? If it couldn't, why would Young Master Wang come out? I'm sure his eyes are healed."
"Enough arguing! It's the Wang heir—he's come out. What a handsome young man, but can he really see?"
"No idea, but he's out, he's out!"
"I've seen Young Master Wang's eyes before—so beautiful, like little drops of ink."
The two walked out in perfect step, with Edward Wang Su trailing a step behind.
As Serena Feng and William Wang Jinling drew closer, the crowd grew more excited. The Master of the Mystic Healer Valley, with special privilege, stood closest.
When William approached, the Valley Master's eyes—which had seen life and death and endured countless trials—suddenly widened in wild joy.
"He's healed, truly healed! Young Master Wang's eyes are cured—Serena Feng has restored his sight!"
He kept repeating these words—shocked, doubtful, but absolutely certain!
The Valley Master jumped up; though over sixty, he rushed toward Serena Feng and William Wang Jinling faster than any young man.
The soldiers meant to stop him but were held back by Evan Zhou; others tried to follow his example but weren't as lucky.
With the Valley Master vouching for Serena Feng, that was all the proof they needed.
"Young Master Wang's sight is restored!"
The words landed like a boulder, crashing into the crowd of onlookers.
Rumors shattered in the face of undeniable fact.
"Ah..."
"He's really cured."
No one knew whether to feel joy or confusion, but mostly, they were angry.
"Impossible, impossible! How could it be cured? All the famous doctors said the Wang heir's blindness was incurable." Someone muttered dazedly, shaking their head over and over. "How did he get cured? My silver, my silver!"
Ordinary people wouldn't care, but those gathered outside Feng Manor were mostly Empress's faction or gamblers—and almost all of them had bet Serena Feng would fail.
So... today, many were destined to sell their wives and children.
Gambling ruins lives!
Trying to get rich off Serena Feng? Not a chance!
The Valley Master had never seen Serena Feng as a fraud or a junior. So when he rushed forward, he didn't question her—he politely asked, "Doctor Feng, may I examine Young Master Wang's eyes?"
As a healer, he cared nothing for the undercurrents here; he only wanted to know how Serena Feng cured William Wang Jinling.
The crowd murmured in awe, gazing at Serena Feng with envy.
That one "Doctor Feng" was enough to anchor Serena's place in the jianghu.
"Of course." Serena Feng raised her hand, every inch the master.
Chairs were quickly brought over. William Wang Jinling sat, but the Valley Master refused to sit. He first checked William's pulse, nodded at its steadiness, then leaned in to examine his eyes.
"Amazing, simply amazing! Young Master Wang's eye disease is completely cured. With proper rest, he'll be indistinguishable from a normal person in three months." The Valley Master was so excited, he trembled uncontrollably.
Serena Feng understood his reaction.
In the modern world, this would be routine, but in an era of undeveloped medicine, it was a miracle.
She had changed William Wang Jinling's fate—and might change many more.
This was the true sense of accomplishment for a doctor!
The Valley Master's words crushed the last hopes of Victor Yuan and his camp.
"Impossible, impossible! Young Master Wang's eyes can't be cured—it's witchcraft, you must've used witchcraft! You're a witch, a witch!" Victor Yuan seemed unable to bear the blow, jumping up to accuse Serena Feng.
The Valley Master frowned, opened his mouth, but said nothing.
Edward Wang Su and William Wang Jinling's expressions changed instantly. They didn't know how Serena Feng cured him, but they were sure it wasn't witchcraft. And even if it was, any power that saves lives is better than mere medicine.
Most important, if Serena Feng was branded a witch, she'd never clear her name.
William Wang Jinling was always steady—even when his family was slandered, he didn't get angry. But now, he trembled with rage, teeth chattering.
These people had gone too far—they were trying to drive Serena Feng to her death.
The troublemakers outside Feng Manor seized on the accusation, shouting that Serena Feng used witchcraft and should be burned as a witch.
The crowd surged, but Evan Zhou's soldiers weren't about to back down.
William Wang Jinling tried to stand and defend her, but Serena Feng pressed him back: "Don't worry, I'll be fine."
A witch?
Maybe, before all this, some might've believed it. But now?
Serena Feng sneered, ignoring the curses. She bowed to the Valley Master: "Master, you've practiced medicine for decades and seen every strange illness. May I ask: has anyone ever cured disease with witchcraft? Was Young Master Wang's eye disease cured by sorcery, or by medicine?"
"Medicine," the Valley Master answered, nodding with approval.
"Thank you, Master." Serena Feng bowed again, but didn't hide behind his answer. She stepped forward, and in the noisy crowd, spoke out righteously:
"Now I understand why the Valley Master is called a divine doctor, while Victor Yuan can only mix with houses like Hsieh Manor. I don't know about Victor Yuan's medical skill, but today I've witnessed his medical ethics.
He spread rumors, calling me a fraud colluding with the Wang Clan to cheat and kill. Now that I've cured Young Master Wang and proven I'm no fraud, Victor Yuan instantly changes his tune—calling me a witch.
Hahaha... Victor Yuan really suits his name—Yuan has a 'mouth' in the middle, cheating nobles above and commoners below. If he can't cure a patient, and someone else does, he calls it witchcraft.
Witchcraft? I have no idea what witchcraft is, but Victor Yuan seems very familiar with it. Please, enlighten us all!
Serena Feng pinned the crime of rumor-mongering squarely on Victor Yuan, leaving him speechless.
Groundless, all groundless.
You love slapping false charges on me—today, I'll show you what it means to suffer in silence.
Serena Feng's eyes gleamed like blades, her chin lifted, every inch righteous.
Victor Yuan, you've offended Serena Feng—your career is finished.