Bloody and Extraordinary Surgical Procedure

Victor Yun lay quietly on the operating table in his patient’s gown, calm and composed, showing not a trace of worry or fear—he had completely entrusted himself to Serena.

His black hair had long since been cut off, leaving a bare scalp facing Serena, waiting for her to begin.

To cut one’s hair is a grave act—body and hair are gifts from one’s parents. For Victor Yun to agree to shave his long hair took tremendous resolve. Even so, he insisted the cut happen only an hour before surgery.

The doctors in the room were not ignorant men. Seeing Victor’s shaved head, none showed surprise; they sat calmly to the side, taking the opportunity before Serena began to inspect the layout of the operating room.

The cabin itself was not small, and though Serena’s equipment was plentiful, everything was arranged with meticulous order. The lighting made the entire space bright and spacious.

The doctors from the Young and Wang clans quietly considered whether they should persuade their own masters to build a similar treatment room. In such an environment, doctors could focus far more easily.

The imperial physicians had similar thoughts, but considering that few came to the Imperial Medical Directorate for treatment—they mostly made house calls—they let the idea drop.

Serena, dressed in a surgical gown, entered the operating room and her entire aura shifted—steady, cold, efficient, expressionless. Instantly, she commanded trust and made everyone afraid to speak.

“Jada, Mira, stand to the side and make sure no one disturbs me.” Serena’s cold voice left no room for doubt—the warning was more than clear.

Jada and Mira were both quick-witted. They obediently took their places behind the four doctors, ready to stop any of them at the first sign of trouble.

Serena nodded slightly, wasting no time. She picked up a medical pen and marked the incision line at the center of Victor Yun’s occiput—ensuring no error when cutting the scalp.

“What is this…” The Master of the Mystic Healer Valley couldn’t help but ask what the purpose was of drawing a line on the scalp, but before he could finish, Serena shot him a warning glare, silencing him instantly.

These people weren’t Simon Sun. Letting them observe didn’t mean she owed them explanations—and with a brain tumor operation underway, she had no time to answer questions.

The Valley Master clicked his tongue and obediently shut his mouth. Serena focused on her work—whether these people understood or not was none of her concern.

Victor’s scalp had already been disinfected, but Serena still used sterile dressing to cover it, preventing any contaminants from falling onto the skin during surgery.

Serena took a layer of transparent dressing from her medicine chest and wrapped Victor’s scalp, then performed local infiltration anesthesia at the incision site.

This distinctive, almost mysterious approach left the Valley Master and the other four doctors burning with curiosity. But seeing Serena’s stern face, they dared not ask—only craned their necks, waiting for her next move.

Serena took a fine, leaf-shaped scalpel from the surgical tray. Under everyone’s gaze, she made a swift, steady incision in Victor’s scalp—right at the occipital region.

Bright red flesh folded outward, yet not a single drop of blood spilled—leaving everyone unsure whether to be horrified or impressed.

Jada and Mira’s expressions flickered almost imperceptibly. Aside from the Valley Master, the other four doctors were visibly shaken.

Was Serena saving a life or committing murder? Peeling back the flesh of the scalp—could anyone survive that? The doctors were deeply conflicted, but none dared to voice their doubts.

Serena paid no attention to the others’ thoughts. She took out her special scalp clips and clamped the edges of the lifted skin to stop any bleeding.

Both the upper and lower flaps of scalp were lined with white clips, looking almost like a giant zipper—enough to make anyone’s scalp tingle with numbness.

Serena’s expression didn’t change. She had the Valley Master hand her a pair of forceps and small clips, then separated the lifted scalp from the periosteum and folded it aside, exposing the skull.

Once the skin flaps were prepared, the surface of the skull was still covered by a transparent layer of periosteum—glistening atop the red flesh. The sight was enough to make one nauseous; the human brain was never meant to be beautiful. Even with no blood spilled, the raw exposure sent chills through the room.

Only now did the four doctors understand why Serena hadn’t let more people in. The procedure had barely begun and they already felt overwhelmed. If Serena weren’t so solemn, they’d suspect she was dissecting Victor Yun’s skull.

Of course, even if she were dissecting a skull, Serena did it with remarkable finesse. The shining knives and forceps seemed alive in her hands. She could lift even the thinnest layer of tissue, and cut the periosteum without harming a single strand of flesh—flipping it aside in one swift motion.

Such delicate work, such precise technique—no wonder Serena had so many lights in the room. If it were dim, this would be impossible.

The four doctors and the Valley Master all marveled inwardly. Watching Serena slice open the periosteum, each glanced at their own hands—they knew they could never match her skill.

Especially the Valley Master, who was closest—he understood better than anyone how exquisite and precise Serena’s technique was. She must have performed hundreds of such operations to reach this level. No wonder she was confident she could teach Simon Sun.

Serena ignored the doctors, not even sparing the Valley Master a glance. She turned to a delicate box and took out a tool none of them had ever seen before—the key instrument for craniotomy: a pneumatic cranial drill, previously described as a medical electric drill.

The pneumatic cranial drill was fully charged in advance. Serena pressed the start button; the whirring sound filled the room as she steadily drilled holes into the exposed skull.

Thud… thud. The sound of the drill piercing bone made the doctors' hearts leap. Bits of blood and flesh splattered, turning faces pale—everyone swallowed hard, afraid they might vomit.

Was Serena really not killing someone?

The four doctors exchanged glances; the Valley Master’s eyes shone with excitement, itching to try the new device himself. If Serena weren’t so stern, he would have pushed forward to drill a hole himself.

After drilling, Serena switched off the pneumatic cranial drill and returned it to the box. Seeing the Valley Master craning his neck with longing, Serena shot him a cold glare.

This was no toy—if the force wasn’t controlled, it could be fatal.

The Valley Master shrank back and obediently stood aside. Simon Sun was right—Serena was not to be trifled with when treating patients. He’d better stick to his assistant’s duties and save his questions for after the operation.

Although Serena let the Valley Master assist, she didn’t have him hand her instruments unless she truly needed help.

Serena took a high-speed cutting knife—a milling cutter—from the surgical tray, inserted it into the drilled holes, and carefully removed the bone flap, placing it in a prepared box.

Once the bone flap was removed, the opened skull revealed brain tissue tightly protected by the dura mater. Cutting through the dura would expose the brain itself.

Only now did the real surgery begin—everything before had merely been preparation for tumor removal!

Author’s Note: I’m very satisfied with ‘Empress Phoenix: Divine Doctor Abandoned Consort’ so far—both the plot and the characters feel just right to me. I hope you, dear readers, can understand.