Serena Feng seemed tireless, asking each patient for their name and age, recording every detail on paper—including their symptoms, which she noted down thoroughly.
Sean Xuan stood close enough to clearly see the sweat on Serena Feng’s forehead. He wanted to offer her a handkerchief to wipe it away, but in the end he refrained, not wanting to disturb her.
Lowering his head, Sean saw the medical records Serena was writing and marveled at her ingenuity. She used a charcoal pencil—small, space-saving, and neat—unlike brush and ink, which required constant preparation and risked smudging.
Serena’s handwriting was nothing like the usual doctors’ wild scrawls. Her script was delicate and clean, just like her. But the prescriptions she wrote—Sean doubted any other doctor could decipher them; he hadn’t even heard of most of those medicines.
Once she finished, Serena handed the notes to each patient, patiently repeating herself: “Please keep this slip safe. There are too many patients, and I might mix things up. This paper has my diagnosis, and I’ll need to see it when I dispense your medicine.”
Serena was grateful that, in this ancient era, food and environmental safety were still good. There were no bizarre illnesses here, and no infectious patients in this ward.
In the past, even a severe cold could be fatal. The so-called ‘critical’ patients here weren’t as terrifying as Serena had feared, nor were their conditions too dire—at least, none were at risk of dying before the medicine could take effect.
“Thank you, thank you, miss! You’re such a good person, a living bodhisattva.” More than one person said this, but Serena didn’t even twitch an eyebrow at the praise.
“Miss, could you tell us your name?”
“Yes, miss, you saved us, but we don’t even know who you are.”
No one knew who started it, but soon everyone was asking Serena for her name. Even those crowded outside stretched their necks, wanting to know who this woman was who shared her medical knowledge so openly.
Serena paused for a moment, then smiled faintly and said nothing, simply continuing her work.
With the Smart Med‑Pack, her efficiency was extremely high; her speed treating severe patients inside matched Simon Sun’s pace with ordinary cases outside. Simon, however, was more personable than she was.
Simon Sun was patient and kind, much warmer with patients than Serena. At first, some doubted whether such a young doctor could be any good.
But since the treatment was free, they kept quiet. Yet when Simon personally cleaned their frostbitten wounds, carefully washing away the filth, their eyes reddened. These injuries, even family members hesitated to touch, but this noble-looking young man showed no disgust at all.
Simon answered every patient’s question patiently, without the cold arrogance of most doctors, making people feel truly cared for.
After finishing with the patients inside, Serena prepared to dispense medicine. The Feng Manor people had already brought over her medicinal stock and set aside a special room for storage, guarded by sentries outside.
"Come with me to get the medicine," Serena said, placing the case notes on the table and speaking to Sean.
With manpower short, Sean was right there—no reason not to put him to use.
"Okay," Sean replied obediently, following behind Serena like a well-behaved assistant. As the two headed outside, the crowd instantly parted to make way, lowering their heads nervously, afraid Serena might scold them.