When Serena Feng woke up, she was already back in Feng Manor, her clothes changed.
It was said that the Crown Prince sent his men to escort her home. Before they left, the Crown Prince’s men specifically told Evan Zhou that Serena Feng had simply gone to the palace to chat with Consort Xian and accidentally fell into the water.
Evan Zhou was quick on the uptake. He nodded repeatedly and discreetly informed the visitors that only he and Serena Feng lived in Feng Manor.
Serena Feng understood—this was the Emperor’s way of keeping her rescue of Adrian Dongling a secret. She felt the same; she didn’t want the world to know about it either. Her reputation was already notorious enough.
As for the Crown Prince!
Serena Feng could only say that this man was far from ordinary. Despite losing his birth mother early, suffering poor health, having a scheming stepmother, and an indifferent father, he still managed to hold onto the position of Crown Prince. He was definitely no saint.
Unfortunately, when she entered the palace, she kept her head down and was overwhelmed by the Emperor’s presence, focusing all her attention on him. She had no time to observe the Crown Prince.
Rumor had it the Crown Prince had a heart condition, but she didn’t know the details.
If he were just an ordinary person, maybe she’d find a chance to take a look. But unfortunately, he was the Crown Prince.
Treating Adrian Dongling’s injuries today made her realize just how ruthless and domineering the royal family could be. Unless absolutely necessary, she had no intention of dealing with royals again—especially not as their doctor.
Serena Feng leaned against the headboard, eyes closed, resting while replaying the events of the day in her mind.
She was lucky to have survived, but it also made her realize that, to Nolan Dongling, she wasn’t anyone special.
A bitter smile flickered at the corner of her lips. She supposed she’d repaid Nolan Dongling for saving her life.
With the lessons learned from last time, Serena Feng didn’t dare get up too quickly.
The moment her feet touched the floor, Evan Zhou came in carrying a bowl of chicken soup. "Sis, why are you up? You’re still so weak."
No need for a doctor—just looking at Serena Feng’s pale face made it obvious.
"I’m fine, Evan. Make me a cup of brown-sugar water," Serena Feng said, rubbing her wrist.
Even though she hadn’t spent long holding the scalpel today, her hand was sore from keeping the same posture for so long.
"Brown-sugar water? You..." Evan Zhou pointed at Serena Feng, his cheeks flushing red.
It was as if only women on their period drank brown-sugar water.