Surgery, Ninth Royal Uncle Observes the Whole Process

The operating room was built in a gorge surrounded by mountains on all sides. If it weren’t for Ninth Royal Uncle Nolan leading the way, Serena Feng was certain she would never have found this place in her lifetime.

Serena prided herself on having a decent sense of direction, but faced with countless forks and twists in the mountain roads, she realized she was actually hopeless—just a clueless rookie with zero navigational skills.

While Serena was busy berating herself for not knowing east from west, Ninth Royal Uncle Nolan settled her into a wooden cabin and told her to wash up first.

Serena was deeply grateful—she really did need to clean up. She was covered in mud and blood, and the smell was honestly unbearable.

But... why did Nolan prepare men’s clothing for her, and several sizes too big at that? Was she really supposed to wear something like this?

Serena was nearly in tears. She put the ill-fitting clothes back, slipped on her own undergarments, and threw a white coat over everything.

So... everyone saw a young woman in white wandering through the pitch-black gorge. Anyone who didn’t know better would think it was the Ghost Festival and a female spirit was out for a stroll.

Wherever Serena went, the surrounding guards couldn’t help but shiver. Their feet stayed rooted, but their bodies leaned back, as if afraid of catching deathly energy—after all, who would walk around a mountain gorge in white clothes in the middle of the night?

Serena was used to the guards’ horrified looks. If they ever saw her drifting around a morgue in white, they’d realize this was nothing.

The operating room prepared for Serena wasn’t newly built, but converted from an old wooden cabin. Out of a whole row of cabins, Nolan chose the most secluded one and remodeled it to Serena’s specifications. At that moment, Prince Titus of Lyndaria and the others were waiting outside for Serena to arrive.

"Doctor Feng." Prince Titus of Lyndaria called out from a distance, unable to hide his anxiety—today’s surgery would decide his fate.

Titus’s concerns were easy to understand—the higher one’s status, the more precious one’s life and health seemed. People like him believed their lives were worth more than anyone else’s.

"Greetings, Second Prince. Judging by your complexion, you’ve recovered well these past few days. Rest assured, this time the Limb‑Transfer Procedure will go smoothly. All you need to do is sleep for a while." Serena wasn’t joking—her serious tone made it clear to Titus she meant every word.

After examining Titus, Serena nodded to Nolan as a greeting. "Ninth Royal Uncle, Second Prince, I need to inspect the room."

She needed to get used to the operating room in advance, just in case something was inconvenient. Serena also didn’t trust Nolan—she worried he might have tampered with the place.

Nolan nodded, signaling for Serena to go in.

The cabin had been divided into two rooms. In the outer room was a movable bed—the operating table Serena would use. The inner room...

Serena took a pair of clean shoes from her surgery box, changed into them, and only then stepped inside.

Glass lamps, fresh clean air, instrument racks, workbench, saline hanger—everything simple but necessary was there. Serena was satisfied. She carefully tapped the floor and knocked on the walls, making sure there were no hidden doors before she finally relaxed.

"All right. Second Prince, please lie down on the movable bed." Serena stood in the outer room. Once Titus lay down, she cleared everyone else out.

"Serena Feng, I’m entrusting the Second Prince to you." Nolan met Serena’s eyes for a long moment before finally looking away and leaving the room.

Serena couldn’t read Nolan’s expression, nor did she have time to think about it. She picked up the Ma‑Fei Numbing Draft from the table and signaled Titus to drink.

The Ma‑Fei Numbing Draft had been prepared by Titus himself, so he had nothing to worry about—or rather, worrying was pointless. He had already handed his life over to Serena.

Serena didn’t know that her demand for a cleared room was a huge decision for Titus.

No one to protect him, lying helpless on a wooden plank after drinking the Ma‑Fei Numbing Draft—he had zero defenses. If Serena wanted, she could easily take his life right now.

People like him never casually handed their lives to someone else, especially not someone they barely knew. But... he had no choice. For the sake of his legs, he could only gamble—bet that Serena wouldn’t dare kill him.

"Serena Feng, I’m entrusting my leg to you." Titus looked deeply at Serena and, without hesitation, drank the Ma‑Fei Numbing Draft.

He swore this would be the last time—the last time he would ever lie defenseless before another person and hand his life to someone he barely knew.

"Don’t worry, Second Prince. I’m just a doctor." Serena understood exactly what Titus was afraid of.

In her previous life, Serena had operated on high-ranking military officers before. Every time, the operating room would be surrounded by guards with live ammunition.

Those guards were like wolves in the jungle, watching every move the doctors made. If they saw anything suspicious, they’d shoot the doctor without hesitation.

Doctors could kill a patient on the table in the blink of an eye. That’s why those high-ranking officers depended on doctors but never fully trusted them.

If she could, Serena would have let Titus’s trusted guards stay too. But she couldn’t—she couldn’t risk exposing the secret of the Smart Med‑Pack. Clearing the room was non-negotiable.

"I’ll remember your words." Titus closed his eyes and lay quietly on the wooden plank, breathing evenly as if the Ma‑Fei Numbing Draft had taken effect and he’d fallen into a coma.

But...

Serena knew perfectly well that the Ma‑Fei Numbing Draft wasn’t that strong—especially since Titus had prepared it himself. She didn’t trust it at all; it was just a cover.

Serena put on her surgical cap and mask, then wheeled Titus into the operating room.

"Second Prince, I’m starting now." Serena said it casually, but watched Titus closely. Just as she expected, at her words, his body tensed up involuntarily.

A flash of icy coldness flickered in Serena’s eyes, but she said nothing. She took out a syringe of anesthetic from her surgery box and expertly administered full-body anesthesia to Titus.

She truly hated operating on these privileged royals. She was there to save them, yet it always felt like a battlefield, with constant feints and defenses—a real headache.

Under the combined effects of the Ma‑Fei Numbing Draft and the anesthetic, Titus felt his mind growing hazy...

Damn it, what was happening? What had Serena just done?

Titus was furious—and terrified. He couldn’t even stay conscious. As he slipped into unconsciousness, he swore to himself: never again.

This feeling of helplessness, of being at someone’s mercy, was absolutely awful—even if the other party meant no harm.

Once the anesthesia kicked in, Serena wasted no time. She rolled up her sleeves and activated the Smart Med‑Pack...

Beep beep beep... The Smart Med‑Pack glowed faintly as Serena began taking out the tools she needed.

"What is that thing?" In the neighboring room, Nolan stared at the image reflected in the mirror, jumped up from his chair, and rushed to the large mirror...

That’s right—every move Serena made in the operating room was reflected in the mirror...