Just as when he arrived, Lance Quinn left without a word after Serena finished re-suturing his wound.
When Serena Feng returned after cleaning up the blood, she found the room completely empty—along with the table.
She had no idea what Lance Quinn had sprinkled in the room, but the thick scent of blood was replaced by a pleasant floral fragrance.
As for what kind of flower it was, forgive Serena’s cluelessness—she couldn’t tell at all. All she knew was that the scent made her whole body relax, and her exhaustion wasn’t nearly as overwhelming as before.
She was only sensitive to the smell of blood; she could immediately tell if it was human or animal blood, fresh or old. Floral scents... were outside her expertise.
Serena was quite satisfied with Lance Quinn’s cleanup work. Her only complaint was that the man was far too inconsiderate.
"Seriously? No payment again? This is the second time—I have to supply labor and medicine! If this keeps up, I’ll go broke. Being a doctor at my level, this is just too unfair."
Serena was thoroughly annoyed, but no matter how annoyed, she could only swallow it—after all, the client was already gone.
Even if he were here, she wouldn’t dare ask the masked man for money. Somehow, talking about payment with that guy just felt way too tacky.
Ugh... Serena shivered, banished thoughts of the black-clad, silver-masked man, tidied herself up, and collapsed on the bed fully clothed. Before sleeping, she stuck a note on the door: "Do Not Disturb!"
Because of those four words, Evan Zhou lingered at the door for ages, hesitated, and finally withdrew his hand from knocking, leaving quietly.
Vincent Su stood outside the door for the time it takes an incense stick to burn, wrestling with himself before giving up and walking away.
Caleb Wang set up a table by the door, drank three pots of tea, and still didn’t manage to see her. Every time he tried to knock, Evan Zhou stopped him.
"My sister has a temper and gets cranky when she wakes up. Unless it’s a life-or-death emergency, if you dare disturb her sleep, the consequences will be worse than you can imagine. I’m living proof."
Evan Zhou turned his face, showing the arm he’d accidentally bruised yesterday.
Red, swollen, and bruised—one look showed whoever did it hadn’t held back.
Fine, no one was going to disturb her.
Caleb Wang sighed.
"Evan Zhou, if Miss Feng wakes up, please let her know Caleb Wang came looking for her."
After returning yesterday, he’d specifically sent someone to investigate the Su clan, and even questioned Vincent Su face-to-face.
Serena Feng really had saved Vincent Su’s younger brother, Leon Su, who by all rights should have been dead.
Because of this, Caleb Wang had a bit more faith in Serena Feng. Maybe she really could cure his brother’s eyes; if she did, the Wang clan would finally have a third-generation leader.
Caleb Wang knew he was talented, but nowhere near as outstanding as his brother Wang Jinling. Under him, the Wang clan could only hold steady, but with his brother, they could go even further.
So, even if there was just a sliver of hope, he refused to give up.
By sunset, Caleb Wang realized Serena Feng wasn’t getting up today, and finally left.
All the while, he cursed her in his heart.
Was Serena Feng a pig in her last life?
She’d slept for two whole days and nights and still hadn’t woken up.
If he hadn’t seen Serena Feng tossing and turning in bed through the window, he’d have thought there was no one inside—or that she’d slept herself to death.
What Caleb Wang didn’t know was that the moment he left, Serena Feng woke up. The very first thing she did was shout toward the door, "Evan Zhou, I’m starving! I need food—I’m about to die of hunger!"
Uh...
Evan Zhou jolted, his ears turning red. His hand slipped and nearly sent the dishes crashing to the floor.
"Hey, a girl shouldn't say things like that."
"Hehe." Serena Feng gave an awkward little laugh.
She hadn't meant to, but she'd just flirted with a handsome ancient guy.
Watching Evan Zhou walk out, Serena suddenly remembered she still hadn't kept her promise to him. She hurried after him.
"Evan, there shouldn't be any trouble tonight. Go get ready, and I'll help you remove that brand."
Clatter—dishes went flying everywhere, but Evan didn't care. He spun around and asked, "Really? Are you serious?"
"I'm not joking," Serena grumbled, grinding her teeth.
Those bowls cost money, you know. She's broke right now—couldn't Evan Zhou be a bit more careful?
Ugh... Don't be fooled by those plain old rice bowls. If you brought them to the modern world, they'd be antiques—just auction one off and she'd be set for half her life.
"Serena..."
Evan Zhou was about to say something, but Serena cut him off, annoyed: "Alright, alright, enough talking. Hurry up and clean up, wash yourself, and wait for me on the bed."
That line was way more suggestive than she meant.
But neither of them really thought much of it, except...
Someone borrowing the Feng Manor rooftop—the Crown Prince himself—was so startled he nearly fell off.
Thud!
"What was that noise?" Serena's ears were ridiculously sharp. She immediately looked over, searching for the source, and saw...
...the shadow of a white cat.
"Oh, it's just a cat. Who around here keeps one of those?" Serena glanced around, saw nothing strange, and let it go.
Once Serena left, the Lyndarian Crown Prince, Terrence Valen, finally dared to breathe.
"Serena Feng really is something else. Looks like tonight will be interesting." In the darkness, Terrence Valen smiled wickedly, like a death god.
He'd only meant to use Feng Manor as a hiding spot to dodge his pursuers, but he hadn't expected to stumble into such a show.
He was honestly curious to see just how bold Serena would be in bed.
Wearing a wicked grin, Terrence Valen was full of energy as he followed after Evan Zhou.
Serena Feng actually kept a male courtesan at home—no wonder she didn't care at all about what happened at the city gate.
But when night fell, Terrence Valen realized he'd gotten it all wrong.
So-called 'wait for me on the bed' just meant Serena was going to use some bizarre technique to remove the 'lowborn' brand from Evan Zhou's body.
As for Evan Zhou, Terrence didn't care. There were plenty of 'lowborns' in all four kingdoms; once branded, their fate was sealed for life.
What really interested Terrence Valen were those strange tools in Serena's hands.
He watched as Serena took out a vial of clear liquid and injected it into Evan Zhou. In no time, Evan was out cold.
Then, using just a few tiny knives, she cut away the 'lowborn' character, and finally stitched up the wound with ordinary sewing thread and needle.
The scar was so thin and neat, it looked as if he'd never been hurt at all. No one seeing that mark would ever guess there'd been a 'lowborn' brand there.
Her stitching technique...
Terrence Valen wondered if this could be used on the battlefield. If wounded soldiers were treated this way, they'd probably heal much faster.
He made up his mind: for the next few days, he'd keep a close eye on Evan Zhou and watch how quickly he healed...
Serena Feng—how could someone this talented have stayed hidden until now?
If she showed off even a little, even Prince Nolan Dongling would take notice. Even if he didn't marry her, he wouldn't just let her fade away, right?
Terrence Valen was completely baffled!