Cherishing Love, Sacrificing for You in Secret

Whether Serena Feng is a dentist or not doesn't matter, because William Wang Jinling has already brought Serena Feng to Prince Samuel Manor.

William, you’re acting first and reporting later—are you really that confident? What if I can’t cure him? Sitting in the carriage, Serena Feng had no intention of getting out, nor was she worried or afraid.

Each field has its own expertise. She’s a surgeon, not a dentist. Although she’d rather deal with tricky cardiac and neurological cases than play at dentistry, that doesn’t mean she knows nothing about it.

Western medicine isn’t all that technical—aside from surgical skill and clinical experience, most things can be learned just by watching.

If it hurts, give painkillers. If it hurts too much, just pull the tooth.

William Wang Jinling smiled without answering, watching Serena Feng bristle, his eyes full of affection.

He hoped Serena Feng would always stay like this—never dragged into imperial power struggles, never losing herself for Nolan Dongling.

William Wang Jinling was the first to get out of the carriage, standing outside and waiting for Serena Feng. He knew she would come down.

William, I really don’t know how to treat dental problems." Serena Feng dawdled outside the carriage. William Wang Jinling reached out, and Serena Feng naturally placed her hand in his.

Cool as jade, slender as boneless. William Wang Jinling felt a rush of warmth in his chest and turned away. “Don’t worry, I’ll take care of everything.”

His voice was slightly husky. Serena Feng kept staring at their joined hands, and after getting out of the carriage tried to pull away, but William Wang Jinling held on tighter.

It’s dark—stay with me.' He didn’t want to let go of this woman’s hand; holding it made him feel at peace.

Serena Feng wanted to say she didn’t like having her hand held, and besides, Prince Samuel Manor was brightly lit everywhere—there was no way she couldn’t see. But looking at William Wang Jinling’s thin yet upright back, she stopped struggling.

William’s hand, like hers, was cool to the touch. Being held by him didn’t feel stifling, and his palm didn’t sweat—so it wasn’t so unpleasant.

Besides, she trusted William Wang Jinling. Giving him her hand wasn’t dangerous.

William walked lightly, lips slightly upturned. Even in the darkness, he shone.

William Wang Jinling was familiar with the people at Prince Samuel Manor. As soon as they entered, he was led to the main hall. He wasn’t the type to be improper; once inside, he let go of Serena Feng’s hand.

Serena, don’t worry. Just do your best. Like I said, I’ll handle everything.

Just as they sat down, a tall man strode in, moonlight at his back.

Imposing and dignified, radiating authority without anger. Compared to General Warren Yu, this man looked even more the warrior—just standing on a battlefield, he could command both armies.

Jinling!" The man greeted William Wang Jinling warmly, without a trace of pretense.

Dominic." William Wang Jinling stood face to face with the man, showing no weakness. The two men—one scholarly, one martial—were a striking pair.

Handsome men in front of you—why not look?

Don’t bother with titles—just call me Dominic.' Dominic Zhai, Prince Samuel’s legitimate son and future heir.

Shizi is the formal title for a prince’s heir—Serena Feng knew that. Still, you wouldn’t guess this warrior type was actually the heir.

Serena Feng relaxed, sipping tea and listening to their banter. From their conversation, she could tell they were close.

After a bit of small talk, William Wang Jinling got to the point: “Dominic, this is the doctor who cured my blindness—Serena Feng.”

William was very serious—his introduction made it clear how much he valued Serena Feng.

Dominic Zhai was proud—his noble status and martial skill made his standards high. William Wang Jinling earned his respect not because of his title, but because of his character.

He’d be polite to anyone William introduced, but to value Serena Feng as much as William did? That was impossible.

"Miss Feng." Dominic Zhai spoke coolly, his expression distant.

Clearly, he didn’t quite trust Serena Feng.

After all, in most people’s eyes, a “divine doctor” ought to be gray-haired. Serena Feng was so young—no wonder it was hard to believe.

People judge by appearances—if you’re young, they doubt you.

Many thought curing William Wang Jinling was just luck.

Serena Feng didn’t mind—she’d seen plenty of skeptical looks. She stood up gracefully and bowed: “Shizi.”

"No need for formalities." Dominic Zhai appreciated Serena Feng’s tact; he didn’t want her to come between him and William Wang Jinling.

William’s smile didn’t change, but when he looked at Serena Feng, there was a hint of apology. Serena smiled back, unconcerned—now that she was inside Prince Samuel Manor, she’d do her duty as a doctor.

"Dominic, has Prince Samuel’s toothache improved at all? If you trust me, let Serena take a look." William Wang Jinling knew Dominic Zhai didn’t quite believe in Serena Feng, so he put himself on the line.

Hearing this, Serena Feng couldn’t help but be moved. Back when she treated William’s blindness, no one believed in her—except William Wang Jinling.

Just from a brief meeting—William Wang Jinling hadn’t even “seen” her then, but he trusted her. Serena Feng was deeply grateful for that trust.

Dominic Zhai raised his eyebrows, asking with his eyes: “Brother, is one woman really worth all this?”

William Wang Jinling nodded firmly, silently replying: “Dominic, she’s Serena Feng. Besides, I’m doing this for Prince Samuel—after being blind for over twenty years, I know how important health is. Let Serena try; if she succeeds, great. If not, there’s no harm done.”

Still, both knew—not just anyone could treat a prince.

Just like when Serena Feng entered the palace to treat Adrian Dongling’s wounds—without Ninth Royal Uncle’s recommendation and support, she never would have gotten in.

There are plenty of skilled doctors, but not everyone gets the chance to show what they can do.

Seeing William Wang Jinling’s determination, Dominic Zhai thought of his own father’s illness and nodded: “Miss Feng, William says you’re skilled—I trust you. I hope you can ease my father’s pain. Prince Samuel Manor won’t treat you unfairly.”

He didn’t believe her, but he still had to say the right things.

Serena Feng replied calmly, “I won’t disappoint you, Shizi.” She wasn’t arrogant, nor was she nervous.

She’d told William Wang Jinling she wasn’t good at dentistry, but now that she was here, she had to do her best.

The hereditary iron-cap prince was not someone she could afford to offend.

Don’t stress, Serena." William Wang Jinling comforted her again, seeing her reaction.

Dominic Zhai nearly rolled his eyes.

His good brother really was something...

He’d never seen William treat anyone so well.

William had brought Serena Feng to Prince Samuel Manor in the middle of the night—Dominic knew exactly why. That’s why he was even more reluctant to let Serena treat his father.

To Dominic Zhai, Serena Feng seemed like a woman with ulterior motives.

Serena smiled at William Wang Jinling, reassuring him.

Dentistry wasn’t all that technical—just because she wasn’t skilled didn’t mean she couldn’t do it.

Prince Samuel Zhai was such a powerful backer—whether for Ninth Royal Uncle or for herself, Serena Feng had to give it her all.