Transmitted Feelings, Ninth Royal Uncle Is Very Shy

Serena Feng paused, then nodded to show she understood.

If she interpreted it correctly, Ninth Royal Uncle was hinting that she only needed to do enough—no need to fully cure Reid Yale, just make sure he doesn't die here.

Honestly, Serena had the same plan. While it went against strict medical ethics, she had no intention of harming anyone—she just wanted to delay his recovery a bit.

Otherwise, how could she make Reid Yale kneel and beg her? Serena Feng always kept her word—if she made a promise, she would see it through.

Doctors are human too—they have feelings. Reid Yale refused her treatment before and even humiliated her. Now that he’s come begging, he has to pay a price; otherwise, where would her dignity go?

Being a doctor is just a job, not sainthood. She had no intention of turning the other cheek after being slapped.

Serena stepped forward and lifted the quilt covering Reid Yale. His face was twisted in pain, eyes shut, lips bitten, body stiff—like he was enduring immense suffering and humiliation.

That contorted face, that rigid body—Serena shook her head...

If there weren’t so many people in the room, Serena would have suspected Reid Yale was about to be assaulted. His expression was just too similar, making her feel awkward about touching him.

Fine... Young City Lord, you’re so delicate and precious—I won’t touch you, alright?

Looking at the icy quilt and Reid's flushed skin, Serena didn't even need to touch him to know what was happening. Nothing else mattered for now—first, she had to bring down his fever. Everything else could wait until tomorrow. With the Hundred‑Poison Antidote Pill from Mystic Healer Valley already in his system, Reid Yale would easily hold out until then.

"Ninth Royal Uncle, please have someone change the Young City Lord into dry clothes and fresh bedding. Later, give him a fever-reducing pill—that will suffice." If the fever wasn’t lowered soon, Reid’s brain could be damaged.

As for those soaking wet clothes, they needed to be replaced immediately. Even a healthy person couldn’t bear it, let alone someone already injured like Reid. Nolan was ruthless—but Serena liked that about him.

Serena turned, flashed Nolan a dazzling smile, and, while no one was looking, gave him a big thumbs-up, silently mouthing: "Well done, I like it!"

This wasn’t a confession. It wasn’t a confession at all—just praise and encouragement. But Nolan, for some reason, completely misread it.

Boom...

Nolan’s face turned bright red in an instant—even his ears flushed. The Crown Prince, who’d been watching Nolan closely, hurriedly looked away, pretending not to notice, and sighed inwardly.

He’d underestimated Serena’s importance in Nolan’s heart. One wrong move had ruined his entire strategy, and now he wondered if he’d ever get the chance to fix it.

Nolan coughed to cover his embarrassment, then barked harshly, "Why are you all standing around? Didn’t you hear Miss Feng’s instructions? Get moving!"

"Yes, sir!"

Serena’s smile grew even wider as she winked at Nolan. Nolan, flustered, turned his face aside, but the corners of his lips lifted and his eyes softened with a sweetness that was silly and utterly unlike his usual self.

That foolish look was nothing like Nolan’s usual sharpness and composure. Unfortunately, his dazed sweetness vanished in a heartbeat, and aside from Serena and the Crown Prince, no one noticed the fleeting change.

The guards quickly carried Reid Yale into the inner chamber and changed him into dry clothes. Strictly speaking, Reid should have been bathed in hot water first, but...

Nolan hadn’t ordered it, and the guards had no intention of currying favor with Reid at this moment. Simply giving him dry clothes was already more courtesy than they cared to show.

Once his clothes and bedding were changed, Reid felt as though he’d come back to life.

Endure, endure, endure. Today, Ninth Royal Uncle held the upper hand, so Reid swallowed his pride and endured.

When the guards brought Serena’s prescribed medicine, Reid didn’t protest—he simply tipped his head back and drank it down. The decoction was as bitter as huanglian, but the warm liquid spread through him, relaxing every pore.

Truth be told, Serena had brewed the medicine with pure huanglian—so it wasn’t just ‘as bitter as huanglian,’ it really was huanglian water.

Reid’s mouth filled with bitterness. Several times, he wanted to ask Nolan to have someone bring him a cup of clean water, but every time he looked up and met Nolan’s cold, all-seeing, slightly mocking gaze, he couldn’t utter a word.

Reid’s fighting spirit faded, and Nolan had no interest in further argument. The room was thick with the stench of blood and python gore; Nolan, disliking the oppressive atmosphere, rose gracefully and, in front of the Crown Prince, Prince Rowan, Prince Terrence Valen, and Reid, ordered his guards: "Protect Their Highnesses. No one is allowed to enter or leave the Imperial Menagerie Grounds. Any violation will be punished by immediate execution."

On the surface, Nolan’s command was addressed to the guards, but in truth it was a warning to Prince Terrence Valen, Reid Yale, and the others: if pushed, Nolan would kill even a foreign crown prince.

The Crown Prince and Prince Rowan could only smile bitterly; Nolan paid them no mind, turning to leave. Of course, he didn’t forget to call out to Serena: "Qingchen, come with me."

"Yes, Your Highness." Serena hurried after him—the stench of blood in that room was unbearable, and she couldn’t stand another moment.

...

"Royal Uncle wouldn’t just leave us here and ignore us, would he?" The Crown Prince, seeing that Nolan had been gone for a while and no one had come to check on them, grew disgruntled.

"Do you really think Ninth Royal Uncle will move us somewhere more comfortable, or send maids to wait on us?" Prince Rowan retorted sarcastically. After all that had happened, surely the Crown Prince didn’t believe Nolan would continue to protect him.

From today onward, the Crown Prince would no longer hold a special place in Nolan’s heart. Whether he accepted it or not, nothing could change that fact.

The Crown Prince didn’t answer, just muttered to himself, "It’s almost noon. I wonder if Royal Uncle will remember us."

No one felt hungry until the Crown Prince mentioned lunch, but now all four in the room were starving, especially Reid Yale. Yet the guards showed no sign of bringing food, and the princes’ pride wouldn’t allow them to beg. So they could only sit and wait, hungry and humiliated.

Once outside, Nolan took Serena to bathe and change. He knew her habit of washing up after treating the wounded and had arranged everything for her.

By the time Serena emerged, clean and refreshed, it was already lunchtime. The princes trapped in the snake-reeking hall had nothing to eat, but Nolan ordered a meal for himself and Serena.

Today, Nolan obediently ate with his left hand, not daring to feign clumsiness. Only now did Serena notice his right hand was hidden in his sleeve, showing no sign of injury—he was a master at pretending.

This man can really put on an act!

A mischievous glint flashed in Serena’s eyes. She set down her chopsticks, propped her chin on both hands, and stared intently at Nolan...