She repeated the action again and again, but there was no effect.
Serena Feng almost wanted to give up on this stupidest method and just anesthetize the boy, then cut open his throat with a scalpel to remove the foreign object.
Serena Feng knew very well that the boy’s vital signs were fading. If she couldn’t remove the foreign object in time, she’d have to operate immediately—otherwise, he really would die.
Should she propose surgery, or keep trying?
Both ideas kept circling in Serena Feng’s mind. As she repeated the motions, she thought about how to persuade Vincent Su.
But just as she was about to discuss surgery with Vincent Su, Serena’s mind flashed to Adrian Dongling’s contemptuous gaze, and to Ninth Royal Uncle Nolan Dongling tossing her clothes and fleeing as if she were a germ.
Serena Feng suppressed the thought and kept up the artificial respiration, only now with much greater force…
Once!
Twice!
Three times…
Serena Feng’s face was unnaturally flushed, and behind her came the disappointed sighs of the yamen officers.
At that moment, Prince Terrence Valen, watching from the rooftop, shook his head in disappointment, shrugged lazily, and leapt away.
He was busy; he didn’t have time to keep watching this woman.
Serena Feng, nothing special after all.
I thought you were interesting, even considered marrying you as a side consort. Turns out you’re only this capable—what a waste of my time.
As Prince Terrence Valen left, the black-clad, silver-masked man following him had no choice but to leave as well, trailing after him.
And so, they missed it!
With a dull "thud," Serena Feng finally sucked a white bead from the "corpse’s" mouth and spat it at Vincent Su’s feet.
Vincent Su stared at the bead at his feet, unable to believe what he was seeing.
Serena Feng explained coolly, “Keep this bead for yourself. I don’t know what it is, but I can confirm it was stuck in your brother’s throat, slowly suffocating him to death—though outwardly it looked like a natural death.”