Serena Feng calculated the time and figured the people outside must be getting impatient. She got up and drew back the curtain, just in time to see Ninth Royal Uncle Nolan and the others sitting there.
Dominic Zhai had a cup of water in his hand—the very cup from her own room. He really did treat Feng Manor like his own home, acting with a casualness that was almost outrageous. Luckily, there was nothing special in her room anyway.
As for Ninth Royal Uncle Nolan and the others, through the glass window, they could see Serena Feng and Simon Sun in their odd operating garb. But as for Madam Sun on the table?
Unless they got up and went right up to the window, there was no way they could see. But given their status, they would never do something so undignified. Princess Yara and Su Wan wanted to send their maids to check, but Ninth Royal Uncle’s presence was so overwhelming that neither dared make a move.
Serena Feng turned away, hiding the cold smile at her lips. It hadn’t been easy to gather all five of them here. Today, she would let them bake in the sun and see if they could tan to a bronze.
"Master, we’re ready." Simon Sun nodded to Serena Feng, signaling she could begin.
"Simon, pay close attention, and listen to me as well. Whatever instrument I need, you must hand it to me immediately." Serena Feng didn’t rush forward but instead dimmed the lights in the room.
It wasn’t Simon Sun’s first time in this operating room, but it was the first time he noticed how ingenious every item was—far beyond what anyone could normally imagine.
"Master, you’re amazing. How did you even think of all this?" The lamp posts were a series of nested tubes, full of tiny holes, with wooden plugs that could be pulled to adjust the height.
"The other operating rooms will be finished soon. If you like them, I’ll give you one as a gift." Serena Feng smiled.
Every item in this operating room was carefully designed by her—not perfect, but always practical.
"Simon, are you ready?" Serena Feng squatted down and asked seriously.
"Ready, Master." Simon Sun was still a bit nervous, but he didn’t dare let Serena Feng see it.
Serena Feng didn’t push him. Compared to herself back then, Simon Sun was doing much better. "If that’s the case, let’s begin."
Serena Feng unbuttoned Madam Sun’s top and took out the surgical scalpel.
Simon Sun was used to it, but this was the first time he saw Serena Feng cut into a living person—especially when that person was his own mother. He couldn’t help but worry. When Serena made the incision, he almost tried to stop her, but the calm seriousness in her eyes frightened him into holding back.
With a slice, Simon Sun could see the internal organs through the wound. His legs went weak.
Serena Feng had already finished the incision. She looked up sharply: "Simon Sun, focus and don’t space out. Number 3 scalpel."
"Oh, okay." Simon Sun fumbled and grabbed a scalpel from the tray, handing it to Serena Feng blade-first. Serena’s expression turned stern: "Simon Sun, where’s your calm? Where’s your professionalism? Can’t you even handle a scalpel? If you can’t calm down, leave now."
Serena Feng had never spoken to Simon Sun in such a harsh tone before. He froze, and she shot him a glare, saying nothing more. She took the scalpel herself, refusing the one he’d handed her.