Cleanliness, The Heart-Stirring Moment
No need to leave anyone alive—there’s no reason to hold back. Reinforcements quickly took down every assassin; not a single one was spared…
No need to leave anyone alive—there’s no reason to hold back. Reinforcements quickly took down every assassin; not a single one was spared…
Earlier, out of seven guards, six had passed out cold; only one, with lighter injuries, remained conscious. But under Nolan's terrifying murderous aura, he desperately wished he’d fainted too.
"Master…" The guard was in tears. It was so dark and chaotic; he’d seen Serena Feng’s cool, deadly fighting and knew she could protect herself, so he hadn’t paid attention. Who could have guessed she’d vanish in the blink of an eye?
Right now, he hated his own sturdy constitution—why, why couldn’t he have fainted too? He really didn’t want to face his lord’s wrath.
Reinforcements were still cleaning up the battlefield. Seeing Nolan furious—even not knowing the reason—they dropped to their knees with a thud.
Serena Feng was startled by the commotion outside. She quickly packed up the leftover medicines and bandages, then rushed out of the tall grass—only to see Nolan standing alone in the center like a god of slaughter, while all his men knelt in terror.
What on earth happened? Serena Feng looked puzzled but wisely kept her questions to herself—the less she knew about Nolan’s affairs, the safer she’d be.
Nolan heard the movement, shot a cold glance over, and when he saw who it was, exclaimed, "Serena Feng!"—his words came out more than three times faster than usual.
His legs reacted faster than his mind. By the time he realized it, he was already standing in front of Serena Feng. After a brief pause, he forced himself back to normal: "It’s good you’re unharmed."
His tone returned to normal, but the worry and joy in his eyes couldn’t be hidden so quickly.
“I’m fine.” Serena Feng replied, her voice half bitter, half wistful.
The concern in Nolan’s eyes was so obvious that even if she wanted to pretend not to notice, she couldn’t. Her heart twisted with mixed feelings; Serena Feng looked away, telling herself not to dwell on impossible hopes or people.
"Nolan, there are quite a few people wounded—I need to help."
It was almost like she was escaping. Serena Feng leapt past Nolan, had a guard take down her medicine chest from the saddle, wrapped up her hair, pulled on her gloves, and threw herself into cleaning wounds.
Only while working could she suppress the tangled mess in her heart.
"The wounds are too deep and bleeding too much. Don’t move the injured for now. Bring the torches closer, make it brighter." Serena Feng crouched beside the wounded, expertly anesthetizing, irrigating, opening the wounds with her scalpel, extracting arrows, applying medicine, and stitching them closed.
Serena Feng silently gave thanks—none of these arrow wounds had hit anything vital, or she wouldn’t have been able to treat them so quickly.
Nolan, left behind as Serena Feng rushed off, lingered at the scene. When he finally calmed himself and turned to handle the aftermath, he was stunned to see Serena crouched on the ground, skillfully stitching up wounds for his injured guards.
Just watching her hands, it was clear she’d done this countless times before—her wound care was flawless and fast, and she could even handle two patients at once.
She barely needed to think; just a glance at the wound and she knew exactly how to clean and bandage it. From irrigation to stitching, her movements flowed in one seamless motion.
Her hands seemed born to heal—just a few passes and even the most savage wound was stitched perfectly closed. So calm and steady, nothing like a fifteen-year-old girl. The onlookers were amazed and deeply impressed, yet none realized that Serena Feng herself was wound as tight as a bowstring, unable to relax for even a moment.
Faced with six gravely wounded patients, Serena had no attention to spare for anything else. All she cared about was moving as fast as possible, closing their wounds with every ounce of speed—otherwise, they would bleed out and die.
All six were losing blood rapidly and needed transfusions, but in this era she couldn’t openly give them blood. Without a way to quickly replenish what they’d lost, her only option was to seal their wounds as fast as possible to stem the bleeding.
Serena poured all her focus into her patients, eyes locked on each wound without blinking. She didn’t realize that, while she was staring at injuries, everyone else was staring at her.
None of them had ever seen wound care like this, nor a doctor so tense and urgent, racing against the clock for every second of a stranger’s life.
Even without Serena saying a word, just watching her dig out broken arrows from two men at once, hands moving faster and faster, everyone present could see how much she valued these men’s lives—how desperately she was fighting to save them.
Their lives existed for their master, and for men like them, having someone care so much about whether they lived or died felt almost blissful.
Racing against time and death itself to save lives, Serena Feng was breathtaking in this moment. Nolan even saw a faint halo around her, so beautiful it made him forget to breathe. And this side of Serena undeniably made his heart skip a beat.
In fact, the very first time his heart was moved was when he saw Serena wholly absorbed in saving someone—so serious, so confident, so dazzlingly alive...