You’re Overthinking It, I’m Just a Doctor
Who is Serena Feng?
The hardest bone in the imperial city!
She can make the Empress and Princess Anping suffer losses, and she managed to escape alive from Dongling Ziluo—she's no pushover. Now that Sun Zhengdao has welcomed her into his residence, sending her away again won't be so easy.
Add to that Madam Sun, who needs her medical care, and Simon Sun, who practically worships her—Sun Zhengdao is completely outmatched.
Serena Feng took antispasmodic and painkillers from her Smart Med-Pack and quickly suppressed Madam Sun’s pain, stunning Sun Zhengdao in just a few moves. As for Simon Sun, who already admired Serena, now he was determined to become her disciple no matter what.
If Serena hadn’t deferred, saying she’d test him after Madam Sun recovered before discussing apprenticeship, Simon Sun would probably have already announced to his colleagues in the medical field that he’d become her disciple.
So, although the formal apprenticeship ceremony hadn’t happened, Simon Sun still performed the rites of a disciple before Serena Feng.
Serena Feng’s attempts to dissuade him failed, and with Sun Zhengdao’s silent approval, she could only let it be. She instructed Madam Sun to rest in bed and eat only easily digestible liquid food, left her a box of gallbladder-soothing medicine, and then went out with Sun Zhengdao and his son.
If Sun Zhengdao still had any doubts, seeing the pills Serena Feng brought out nearly made him as convinced as Simon Sun.
The pills Serena Feng produced were far beyond what ordinary people could make. But Sun Zhengdao and Simon Sun were smart enough to know what to ask and what not to ask. Besides, Simon Sun was bound to become Serena’s disciple sooner or later—as her only apprentice, he’d eventually learn everything.
Being an imperial physician is a perilous profession—every day you walk among nobles, and a single misstep could cost you your life.
Too clean, and you’re in trouble; not clean enough, and you’re in trouble too.
Sun Zhengdao mastered this balance perfectly—calm, bold, and meticulous by nature, he was born to thrive in the court.
Simon Sun, on the other hand, was nothing like him...
Simon was single-minded—an excellent doctor, but not cut out for palace intrigue. So when he insisted on learning medicine from Serena, Sun Zhengdao was initially displeased, but didn’t strongly oppose it.
Serena finally relaxed, knowing she wouldn't be entering the palace for a while. She shifted the topic to Madam Sun’s illness and her proposed treatment...
"Open surgery? Removal? Miss Feng, how confident are you?" Sun Zhengdao was truly a physician—his mind accepted new ideas far more readily than most. Hearing Serena’s plan, he didn’t object; instead, he fell into thoughtful silence.
He’d considered this approach before, but only had a one-in-ten chance of success.
"Seventy percent."
"And if we don’t operate?" Sun Zhengdao preferred caution above all.
It couldn’t be helped—treating the Emperor and princes had taught him to value caution over speed. That’s the only way to stay alive.
"Dr. Sun, you should know Madam Sun’s condition is serious. If we don’t remove the dead tissue, her illness will only worsen, and in the end, no medicine will help her at all."
Serena wasn’t exaggerating; Madam Sun’s situation was dire, and surgery needed to happen as soon as possible.
If Madam Sun relies only on traditional medicine, her condition will just drag on and get worse. Eventually, she’ll develop complications like cholangitis or gallstone pancreatitis, and by then, the gallbladder will be badly adhered to surrounding tissue—making surgery far more difficult.
Sun Zhengdao was still hesitating, but Simon Sun was a medical fanatic. He’d helped treat Adrian Dongling before and had been deeply impressed by Serena’s flawless technique. Now, hearing her talk about open surgery, he was instantly fascinated—bombarding her with questions and repeatedly asking to participate himself.
Serena noticed that, although Simon lacked hands-on surgical experience, his questions always hit the mark. She grew more interested herself and generously shared key surgical tips and techniques with him.
The more Simon listened, the more he admired Serena, and his resolve to become her disciple only grew. Serena, for her part, realized Simon had real talent for Western medicine and grew even warmer toward him—already considering him a backup surgical assistant.
Sun Zhengdao, listening to their exchange, became more and more astonished. As Serena discussed sterilization, scalpel techniques, bleeding control, vessel management, and internal anatomy, he grew fascinated—nodding constantly and even chiming in with his own insights.
Sun Zhengdao was a master of traditional medicine—even if he hadn’t studied Western methods, his medical literacy far surpassed Serena’s. The more she listened, the more delighted she became, and her questions grew increasingly detailed.
The three of them ended up holding a mini Sino-Western medical symposium—probably the earliest such exchange in history. If future generations knew, they’d surely thank Serena and Sun Zhengdao for their contributions to medicine.
This shared passion quickly forged a cross-generational friendship between Serena and Sun Zhengdao. The three chatted happily until a eunuch arrived to summon Sun Zhengdao to the palace—only then did they realize night had fallen.
They blamed the servants for not reminding them sooner, but the servants stood off to the side, feeling wronged.
The servants had called out dozens of times, but the trio seemed bewitched by their discussion and ignored everything else.
Serena felt secretly annoyed, but also grateful—if not for the Sun father and son, she’d have spent the whole day worrying. Their conversation had soothed her unease.
"Simon, take your little master to change clothes." Sun Zhengdao was meticulous; since he was bringing Serena along, he wouldn’t let anyone seize on her appearance as a pretext for gossip.
Inside the Sky Prison, Ninth Royal Uncle sat pale and leaning against the wall. His face was flushed, lips purple—clearly in great pain. Yet his mind was focused not on his suffering, but on how to get critical items out of the dungeon...
The Emperor had acted too quickly, catching him off guard—he hadn’t had time to arrange everything he needed...
Sun Zhengdao listened to their exchange, growing more and more amazed. As Serena explained sterilization, scalpel technique, hemostasis, vessel handling, and internal anatomy, he became utterly fascinated—nodding along and occasionally adding his own insights.
A master of traditional medicine, Sun Zhengdao’s medical knowledge far outstripped Serena’s, even if he hadn’t studied Western methods. The more she spoke, the more delighted Serena became, and her questions grew ever more detailed.
The three of them ended up holding a small, impromptu Sino-Western medical seminar—probably the earliest in history. If future generations knew, they’d surely thank Serena and Sun Zhengdao for their contributions to medicine.
This shared passion quickly forged a cross-generational friendship between Serena and Sun Zhengdao. The three chatted happily until a eunuch arrived to summon Sun Zhengdao to the palace—only then did they realize night had fallen.
They blamed the servants for not reminding them sooner, but the servants stood off to the side, feeling wronged.
The servants had called out dozens of times, but the trio seemed bewitched by their discussion and ignored everything else.
Serena felt secretly annoyed, but also grateful—if not for the Sun father and son, she’d have spent the whole day worrying. Their conversation had soothed her unease.
"Simon, take your little master to change clothes." Sun Zhengdao was meticulous; since he was bringing Serena along, he wouldn’t let anyone seize on her appearance as a pretext for gossip.
Inside the Sky Prison, Ninth Royal Uncle sat pale and leaning against the wall. His face was flushed, lips purple—clearly in great pain. Yet his mind was focused not on his suffering, but on how to get critical items out of the dungeon...
The Emperor had acted too quickly, catching him off guard—he hadn’t had time to arrange everything he needed...