"Big Brother, you can see? You really can see now?" Caleb Wang stared, mouth agape, unable to believe it as tears slid from the corners of his eyes.
This day meant everything to the Wang family.
"Mm. I can see now, Caleb. My seventh brother, you really do look good." William Wang Jinling's eyes were wet. Normally so noble and reserved, he couldn't contain his joy, patting Caleb's shoulder to vent his excitement.
"Father, I can see. My eyes can finally see now." William felt as if his heart might leap out of his chest.
He had waited for this day for so long.
"Ling'er, don't lie to me—are you sure? Ling'er, my son, you've suffered so much all these years. Those quack doctors ruined you, ruined you, saying my Ling'er would never see again.
If your mother knew, she’d be overjoyed. She stayed up three nights for you, worrying. Quick, send someone home to announce it—our Wang clan’s eldest son has regained his sight!" Edward Wang Su, the patriarch, wept openly.
They had waited far too long for this moment. All the pent-up frustration and anxiety of recent days erupted in this instant.
William blinked again, afraid to open his eyes too quickly—the light stung, and he wasn’t used to it yet.
"Father, I really can see now..." William fought back the ache in his heart, trying to comfort Edward Wang Su.
Edward Wang Su’s hands trembled as he gripped William’s tightly. Hearing William’s words, he hurriedly examined his son.
William’s eyes were no longer dull and lifeless—they shone brightly now. Where once there was no focus, now his father’s reflection appeared in his pupils.
"Good, good, so good—Ling'er, you are truly blessed, and our Wang clan is blessed too!" Edward Wang Su stood up, clapping William on the shoulder in excitement.
Caleb laughed and cried along with them.
Serena Feng had already stepped aside the moment William regained his sight, standing quietly to one side.
At moments like this, the doctor is extra.
"Serena Feng, you actually cured William’s eyes." General Warren Yu secretly pinched himself.
He was afraid this was all just a dream—it really felt like one.
"Now you finally believe me, right? You can relax—I won’t drag you down." Serena glanced at the Wang family’s three men, her eyes smiling.
Being a doctor has its downsides, but seeing genuine smiles on patients’ and families’ faces makes it all worthwhile.
General Warren Yu blushed, but his skin was dark enough to hide it. "Well, this is unprecedented, right? It’s only natural I’d be nervous."
"I understand. But there’s one thing you can be sure of: I, Serena Feng, may not be a saint, but I always keep my word, especially with patients. I never make reckless promises—if I say I can heal, I will; if I can’t, I won’t pretend."
Serena Feng folded her arms and leaned against the wall, lifting her right foot to rest against it. She had none of the elegance or restraint expected of a noblewoman, but a freedom that even men couldn’t match.
"You really are a woman no one can figure out," General Warren Yu shook his head.
He had never met a woman like her before.
She endures suffering, stays strong, never causes trouble for others, and shoulders everything alone.
If someone crosses her, she never hesitates—she strikes back immediately and without false modesty.
Clear in love and hate, unable to tolerate injustice—Serena Feng is nothing like an aristocratic lady, more like a wandering knight-errant.
"It’s better if you can’t figure me out—then you won’t be tempted to like me." Serena said shamelessly, pointing at the wound on General Warren Yu’s arm. "General Yu, let me be clear: I’m a doctor, and trauma is my specialty. If you get hurt, come to me—I won’t charge you."
Without waiting for his consent, she immediately tore off the casually wrapped bandage on his arm.
No surprise—the wound was red and inflamed.
Serena Feng shook her head in disapproval. She couldn’t stand people like General Yu, who treated their own lives lightly. Seeing the wound, her eyes flashed.
She suddenly thought of...
Lance Quinn—a man who was always covered in injuries.
She wondered how that guy, who also never cared about his own life, was doing now.
Shaking her head, Serena stopped herself from thinking further. She pointed at the medicine chest by William’s bedside and called to Ethan Hsieh, "Bring me the box from the table."
"Oh..." Ethan Hsieh didn’t react at first, but quickly hurried over, holding the box in both hands in front of Serena.
"Thank you," Serena nodded, not taking the box herself but letting Ethan hold it while she opened it, pulling out disinfectant, bandages, a small knife, and forceps to clean General Warren Yu’s wound.
Ethan obediently stood there, using the chance to study Serena up close.
He knew Serena Feng was skilled in medicine, but still couldn’t believe she had actually cured William’s eyes.
This woman was a mystery, drawing people in to uncover her secrets.
When hydrogen peroxide touched the wound, it hissed. Serena Feng knew how much that burning pain hurt, but General Warren Yu didn’t flinch—he just watched her, as if he felt nothing.
Honestly, everyone she met had a high pain tolerance—including herself.
Serena didn’t say much more. Since General Yu could handle pain, she didn’t bother with anesthetic—just cleaned out the necrotic tissue, applied medicine, bandaged, and taped the wound.
General Warren Yu had never seen anyone treat a wound the way Serena did.
Only now did he realize Serena was telling the truth—her bandaging technique was more skilled than any army surgeon, faster too. And the way she wrapped it made movement much easier.
"Come back in three days to change the bandage. Don’t get it wet, don’t exert yourself, and avoid spicy food and seafood." Serena instructed instinctively, bundling the used materials together, putting them on a tray, and handing it to Evan Zhou. "Throw it outside—we’ll take care of it together later."
Then, with everyone still stunned, she washed her hands and walked to William’s bedside.
William couldn’t bear to blink—his eyes devoured everything they saw.
Before, he only knew blue skies and white clouds. Today, he finally saw them. No one who hasn’t experienced this could possibly understand what it feels like.
Serena understood William’s feelings, but as a doctor, she had to think for her patient—reminding him of what he might overlook.
"Young Master, your eyes are recovering well. Be careful these next few days—don’t overuse them. Rest with your eyes closed whenever you can. If you notice redness, dryness, or pain, tell me immediately.
Also, even though you can see now, I don’t recommend returning to the Wang estate yet. Stay here another seven to ten days so I can keep an eye on you. And for the next three months, you must come back every seven days for a check-up until things are stable." Serena delivered her instructions, calm and matter-of-fact.
William listened to Serena, then nodded gently. "Okay."
His eyes and brows were soft and gentle, gratitude clear in his gaze—but Serena acted as if she hadn’t noticed.
She’d seen that look plenty of times before.
Besides, she had more important things to do today—
Walk openly out of Feng Manor and pay respects at Sun Yijin’s grave!