Wind-Cold and the Unrealistic Hope of Heart Transplantation

Dr. Redwater and Dr. Marcus Guile stormed arrogantly into the villa, absolutely because the Crown Prince egged them on. If not for the Crown Prince's instigation, cautious Marcus Guile would never have done something so reckless.

Prince Nolan watched as the Crown Prince apologized and gave a cold laugh: "Looks like sending the Crown Prince away from the capital was the right choice. He's getting more childish by the day."

Away from the capital, his courage only grew, and he started living more recklessly—like a child, provoking Dr. Redwater to challenge Nolan just to see him embarrassed.

"Uncle Nolan, you've got me wrong. I really didn't mean anything by it." The Crown Prince rubbed his nose and obediently admitted his fault.

He really just wanted to watch the show. He knew that neither Dr. Redwater nor Prince Nolan would go all out for real.

"If you had any other intentions, would you still be standing here?" Prince Nolan's words were both a threat and the plain truth—if the Crown Prince dared play tricks in front of him, he'd already be a corpse.

Outside the capital, killing the Crown Prince would be effortless for him.

Prince Nolan's threat went over the Crown Prince's head—or so he pretended. He looked pitifully at Felix Dongling, hoping his younger brother would say something nice on his behalf.

He really, truly was just bored. All this way, he'd spent every day cooped up in the carriage, recovering from illness—he was almost wasting away. Now, with someone finally willing to provoke Prince Nolan, how could he not help stir things up?

Fine, his elder brother caused trouble, so as the younger one, he had to step up. Felix Dongling first greeted Prince Nolan and Serena Feng, then recounted everything that happened on the road.

He asked Prince Nolan to forgive the Crown Prince’s prank, explaining that the Crown Prince was simply restless from illness and hadn’t meant any harm. Instead of begging for mercy, he asked Prince Nolan to punish him for failing to look after his elder brother.

Prince Nolan had always admired Felix Dongling. Seeing Felix take all the blame, he relented: "For Felix’s sake, I’ll let you off this time."

But he’d remember this matter—and settle it later.

"Thank you, Uncle Nolan." Finally escaping disaster, the Crown Prince secretly breathed a sigh of relief, wiped cold sweat from his forehead, and dared not mention Dr. Redwater or Dr. Marcus Guile again—after all, Prince Nolan’s anger was nothing ordinary people could endure.

Seeing Prince Nolan’s anger subside, Serena Feng stepped forward to smooth things over, sending the Crown Prince off to rest. If nothing unexpected happened, she planned to examine him that afternoon.

Throughout the journey, the Crown Prince enjoyed good carriages and medicine, so he wasn’t tired at all. Half a day’s rest would be enough. When it came to serious matters, he put away his playful attitude and nodded solemnly, promising to rest well.

Though the Crown Prince always acted like he trusted Serena Feng and didn’t fear death, now that the moment was near, he realized he was terrified and deeply anxious.

He didn’t want to die—not at all.

Stepping outside, the Crown Prince gazed up at the blue sky, full of longing and reluctance. He wanted to see this blue sky again, to witness tomorrow’s sunrise—and all the sunrises that might come after.

He truly didn’t want to die—not for the throne, but simply because he wanted to live.

"Brother, don’t worry. Serena—Miss Feng—will definitely cure you." The worst thing isn’t death, but waiting for it; facing the moment itself is even more terrifying than dying.

The Crown Prince forced a smile uglier than a cry. From the imperial doctors, Dr. Redwater, and Dr. Marcus Guile, he understood that even if Serena Feng could operate, his odds of survival were slim.

He pressed a hand to his chest, feeling the weak heartbeat—so much fainter than a normal person’s—and sighed in gloom.

He’d done everything he could. The rest could only be left to Serena Feng—and to fate.

When Simon Sun heard the Crown Prince had arrived, he sent Zuo An away and rushed to find Serena Feng. Seeing Prince Nolan and Serena together, Simon froze for a moment, then pointedly ignored Prince Nolan and asked, "Master, is the Crown Prince really here? Where is he?"

The Crown Prince’s arrival meant the surgery could finally begin.

"He’s resting right now. Don’t worry, Simon—you’ll get to assist from start to finish this time." Serena Feng motioned for Simon Sun to sit, asked the servants to pour him tea and serve snacks, fussing over him like a mother with her son.

Prince Nolan turned away with disdain. Ever since the Bloodcloak Guard incident, Serena Feng had been even more protective of Simon Sun, afraid he’d get hurt. If she weren’t being hunted by the assassin alliance herself, she might have sent Zuo An to guard Simon directly.

Simon nodded repeatedly, but suddenly felt a chill. He pulled his clothes tighter and asked quietly, "Master, if the Crown Prince wakes up, can I go see him with you?"

"Alright, when the Crown Prince wakes, I’ll have someone call you."

"Thank you, Master. I’ll go now." Simon Sun felt colder and colder—he might have caught a wind-cold. He needed to make himself some medicine; if it got worse, he wouldn’t be able to help treat the Crown Prince.

Serena Feng saw Simon Sun acting as if he had important business and didn’t stop him, assuming he still had things to discuss with Zuo An.

Finally, no one was around to interrupt. Prince Nolan was quite pleased—after so many days at the villa, he could finally have a quiet meal alone with Serena Feng.

After their meal, a servant reported that Dr. Redwater and Dr. Marcus Guile had awakened and wanted to see Serena Feng.

Serena Feng wasn’t surprised—she hadn’t used a strong dose, and both men were doctors themselves, with high resistance to drugs. Ordinary knockout or poison wouldn’t work on them; only an intravenous sedative could keep them quiet for a while.

Dr. Redwater and Dr. Marcus Guile had changed clothes; both were cleaned from head to toe, and their martial skills were temporarily sealed—guaranteed harmless. Only because of this did Prince Nolan allow Serena Feng to meet them.

"Hmph!" Dr. Redwater and Dr. Marcus Guile glared at Prince Nolan, showing nothing but hostility. But they didn’t attack—not because they didn’t want to, but because they simply couldn’t.

However, when they saw Serena Feng, their expressions softened—they were both very interested in her talk of intravenous injection.

Still, a great doctor must have dignity. Dr. Redwater had completely regained his composure; sitting upright, teacup in hand, he glanced at Serena Feng out of the corner of his eye and said with authority, "Are you the one the Crown Prince said cured the Young clan’s Grand Heir?"

"Yes, sir." Serena Feng saw Dr. Redwater’s posture—he wanted to move past their earlier conflict, pretending nothing had happened. Serena was more than willing to cooperate.

Since these two masters didn’t want to revisit their embarrassment, Serena Feng wasn’t about to rub salt in their wounds. If they’d come to see her, she’d try to show some authority—helping them forget the past, though she felt that kind of swagger suited Prince Nolan much better.

As expected, Serena Feng really didn’t have much swagger to show. Dr. Redwater didn’t take her seriously at all. After sizing her up, he sneered, "Don’t call me ‘sir’—I don’t have a junior like you. For a little girl to cure the Young clan’s heir, you must’ve just been lucky. Looks like I came here for nothing."

That was a blatant slap in the face, wasn’t it…

Should she explain herself? Should she prove she wasn’t just lucky?

Serena Feng quietly looked to Prince Nolan, asking for guidance!

Being openly looked down on by a senior—she was used to it. But if she didn’t show some real skill and shake them up, she worried they’d take revenge later. Poison doctors really weren’t people you wanted to offend…