Blood Test, Not Necessarily Father and Son

Serena Feng took a saline bottle from her Med-Pack, injected the necessary drugs, hung it above the bed, and began an IV infusion for Reid Yale to replenish his fluids and provide nutrition.

After adjusting the drip rate, Serena took a needle from the tray, pricked Reid Yale, and drew two drops of blood, placing each into a blood-typing reagent.

The full name of this reagent was: anti-A and anti-B blood-typing reagent, specifically used to determine human ABO blood type.

She refused to believe Reid Yale had a rare blood type. If he did, she’d just have to accept her bad luck.

She shook the reagent, and after a minute, the result appeared—Reid Yale was type A. Serena let out a breath of relief; her luck was good, no 'panda blood' this time.

She placed the reagent back on the tray, ready to ask the City Lord of Night City for two drops of blood to test for compatibility, but looked up to find herself surrounded by onlookers.

"Your Highness Crown Prince, Prince Rowan, Prince Colin—when did you all arrive? I had no idea you were here. Please forgive me." Serena was not pleased. Not at all.

The Crown Prince and the others weren’t here by coincidence. If they’d wanted to arrive earlier or later, they could have—but somehow they showed up right as she started treating Reid Yale.

"I just arrived. You don’t need to worry about me, Serena—saving a life comes first." The Crown Prince and the others managed to stay calm, watching this unfamiliar medical scene as if it were nothing out of the ordinary.

Serena’s eyes flickered as she glanced at Prince Rowan, Prince Colin, and the others. Their expressions were perfectly normal—clearly, these men were clever enough not to ask unnecessary questions.

That was fine by her—saved her the trouble of explaining further.

The world was full of strange things. Royal princes and noble heirs had seen plenty and knew much; even when faced with something completely unfamiliar, their upbringing meant they wouldn’t show shock or confusion openly. If they had doubts, they’d investigate in private.

In fact, when the princes first entered, all their attention was on Serena Feng, so they barely noticed her bottles and jars. It was only when she turned to speak with them that they remembered what she’d been doing to Reid Yale.

Of course they were shocked and surprised, but none of them would ever show it to her face.

Since no one asked, Serena certainly wouldn’t volunteer information. Ninth Royal Uncle was right: the more you hide, the more you invite suspicion. Better to display everything openly and treat it as normal—that way, people’s doubts would fade.

She hadn’t dared reveal these things before because she had no way to protect herself. Now, with Ninth Royal Uncle backing her—and her own network of connections—ordinary people wouldn’t dare touch her.

Serena’s main focus was still saving Reid Yale. She really didn’t have the time or energy for anything else. After bowing slightly to the Crown Prince, she moved like a gust of wind to stand before the City Lord of Night City: "City Lord, your son has lost too much blood. The fastest way to replenish it is for you to donate your blood to him. Don’t worry—I’ll only need about two bowls’ worth. You won’t be in any danger."

She didn’t bother explaining blood-type compatibility yet. She’d test first, and if the types didn’t match, then she’d explain.

A normal person can donate 200cc to 400cc of blood without much trouble. If their types matched, she wouldn’t hold back—she’d take 800cc from the City Lord, making sure he’d have to recuperate properly during his stay in Eastlyn.

"A blood transfusion? Serena Feng, what trick are you playing now?" The City Lord of Night City didn’t trust her, but the arrival of the Crown Prince and the others made him feel a bit more at ease.

That’s right—Su Wan was the one who brought the Crown Prince, Prince Rowan, and the others here. She’d left early specifically to invite them.

One reason was to restrain Ninth Royal Uncle; another was that if Serena failed to save Reid Yale, the princes would be witnesses. At that point, even if Victor Young or Holden Cui stepped in, it wouldn’t change the fact that Reid Yale died under Serena’s hands.

If Reid Yale died by Serena’s hand, the City Lord of Night City could openly demand her life in compensation—even Ninth Royal Uncle couldn’t stop it. After all, the Crown Prince and royal princes of Eastlyn would have seen it with their own eyes.

"With so many people watching, what tricks could I possibly play? City Lord, make up your mind—your son has lost too much blood. If you rely on medicine, it’ll take at least a month or two to see improvement, and he can’t wait that long. Besides, I’m not asking for much. Even a normal injury would bleed a bowl’s worth anyway." Serena deliberately twisted the logic.

She wasn’t trying to harm the City Lord—just making sure he behaved himself in Eastlyn and didn’t cause her trouble.

The City Lord glanced at Reid Yale, pale and in agony. In the end, his love for his son outweighed his suspicion. "How will you do it?"

"Give me a drop first, so I can test it." Serena had her own motives, but she would never risk a life for them. No matter what, a doctor must be rigorous and rely on facts, not guesses.

Even a father and son’s blood types might not match.

"Fine." The City Lord saw Serena draw Reid Yale’s blood and cooperatively offered his finger for her to take a sample.

She dropped the blood into the reagent, shook it again, and waited for the result. By now, the Crown Prince and Victor Young’s curiosity was thoroughly piqued.

They hadn’t asked before because they didn’t want to interrupt Serena’s treatment of Reid Yale—no one wanted to be accused of trying to harm him. Now that Serena had a moment, the Crown Prince, relying on his familiarity with her, finally spoke: "Serena, what exactly are you testing? What is a blood transfusion?"

When the Crown Prince asked, the others perked up to listen—especially Prince Rowan, who couldn’t forget that Serena had once given him a transfusion.

If anyone else had asked, Serena could have refused to answer. But with the Crown Prince, she had to reply: "Your Highness, the test is to make sure the City Lord’s blood will help Reid Yale rather than harm him. Blood between people can either blend together or reject each other—I need to confirm they’re compatible. As for the transfusion, you’ll understand once you see it."

"The City Lord and Reid Yale are father and son—are you saying their blood might not be compatible?" The Crown Prince’s question sounded casual, but it was full of hidden traps. If Serena didn’t answer carefully, or if the blood really wasn’t compatible, it would imply Reid Yale wasn’t the City Lord’s biological son.

As expected, the City Lord’s face grew somber and his breathing quickened. He tried to act calm, but the worry and concern in his eyes was impossible to hide.

If Serena proved their blood wasn’t compatible, wouldn’t that mean Reid Yale wasn’t his son?

Just thinking about that possibility made the City Lord feel like the sky was collapsing. He had plenty of wives and concubines, but only one son. If not for Reid Yale’s birth, he’d have wondered if he could ever father a child at all.

Serena understood the Crown Prince’s malicious intent. If she were ruthless, she could go along with him—she had plenty of ways to make the blood appear incompatible, turning the City Lord and Reid Yale, or even the Su Clan, against each other. But she couldn’t do that. Her conscience and professional ethics wouldn’t let her use medical knowledge to hurt people.

She was Serena Feng. No matter how much she hated someone, she’d never use such despicable means to frame them. And just then, the City Lord’s blood test result appeared…