While the assembled doctors found Serena Feng's techniques bloody and ruthless, Serena herself considered them child's play. If they'd all been like Simon Sun—thrown straight into cadaver dissection upon arrival—most of them would probably have fainted on the spot.
Her very first class in medical school was anatomy. After witnessing dissections, no surgery—no matter how extreme—could scare her, and she treated Simon Sun the same way back then.
A surgeon who dares to dissect a corpse will dare to cut anywhere on a human body—dead or alive. For a doctor, anyone lying on the operating table is just a patient.
Although craniotomy involves many steps, bleeding is usually minimal. Milling out the skull looks violent, but it absolutely doesn't harm the patient. Serena Feng felt she treated these doctors much better than she did Simon Sun.
Of course, even though craniotomies rarely bleed, Serena Feng still prepared blood recovery tanks just in case. The transparent containers were spotless—just like the operating room itself.
When Serena Feng brought out her instruments, the doctors finally understood why she insisted they clean up and change into her prepared clothes before entering the cabin.
Here, every corner was spotless. If they walked in wearing dirty clothes, they'd look completely out of place.
Looking at the scalpel Serena Feng was using, after each use she would set it aside on a separate silver tray. Every tool that touched Victor Yun’s scalp was so clean it could be used as a mirror; ironically, the dirtiest thing was Serena’s own hand, stained with blood.
Victor Yun’s dura mater had already been incised, and his brain tissue was now exposed for all to see. The convoluted, worm-like folds made the doctors—who’d never seen a human brain before—feel their throats itch with nausea.
Serena Feng took a moment to glance at the doctors, smiling silently. She accepted the scalpel from the Master of Mystic Healer Valley, slipped her fingers inside, and prepared to excise the tumor.
"Help me out," Serena Feng finally spoke for the first time. The Master of Mystic Healer Valley was so excited he rushed over eagerly, eyes fixed on Serena, waiting for her instructions.
"Hold it steady." Serena handed a pair of forceps to the Master of Mystic Healer Valley, demonstrating once. He imitated her perfectly. Serena had to admit—decades of experience really were unmatched. People called her a medical genius, but standing next to Simon Sun and the Valley Master, she didn’t feel superior at all.
Getting to handle a living, blood-soaked brain had the Valley Master practically trembling with excitement. Thankfully, he still knew his limits and didn’t dare act on his own.
With the Valley Master assisting, Serena Feng quickly pinpointed the tumor’s location—it matched exactly where she’d diagnosed before. She turned, grabbed a surgical instrument, and excised the tumor.
The tumor removal didn’t take long, but for everyone else, it was a soul-shaking act. Cutting something out of the brain—who could stay calm through that?
"Serena..." The doctors from the Wang and Yun families had been warned not to speak up, even if they were worried. Only one imperial physician dared to say a word, but Jada and Mira Tang immediately silenced him.
Serena Feng heard them but pretended not to. Tumor removal might look as simple as gripping and cutting, but the force and angle of each cut had to be exact—one wrong move could cause intracranial bleeding.
A faint squeaking sound echoed as Serena excised the tumor. The doctors held their breath, waiting for her to extract the mass from Victor Yun’s brain.
She didn’t disappoint—the extraction went smoothly. Serena Feng placed a small bloody lump onto a transparent glass plate, then picked up forceps to stop the bleeding.
Maybe it was the speed, or just sheer concentration—though the room was cool, sweat beaded on Serena Feng’s forehead. Jada and Mira Tang, helping with surgery for the first time, still knew the protocol: after signaling the other doctors to stay silent, Mira stepped forward, wiped Serena’s brow with a clean cloth, and quietly stepped back. Serena’s hands never paused for a second.
After excising the tumor and finishing hemostasis and cleanup, Serena Feng finally let out a breath.
The operation had gone extremely smoothly. Victor Yun’s intracranial tumor was gone; all that remained was follow-up radiotherapy.
"Is it done?" The Valley Master watched Serena Feng pause and asked with his eyes.
Serena nodded and gave the Valley Master a thumbs-up, signaling he’d done well. He beamed with pride. After catching her breath, Serena’s serious face softened into a faint smile as she turned to finish up.
Unlike opening the skull, the first step now was to carefully suture the dura mater. The fine stitches seemed almost alive, and Serena’s deft hands were on full display.
Serena Feng bowed her head and stitched the dura mater back together. It couldn’t be made perfectly seamless, but unless you looked closely, you’d never spot the suture line.
Her eyesight was incredible!
The Valley Master was deeply envious. He believed that with a few more tries, he could match Serena Feng’s technique—force, precision, all of it. But eyesight...
There was no denying age. He wasn’t as young as Serena Feng—even with the brightest lights, his eyes couldn’t match hers. This kind of fine brain suturing was beyond him.
All the Valley Master could do was stand quietly aside, watching Serena Feng reconstruct the dura mater and skull, one layer at a time.
The skull had to be fixed in place with titanium clips. If not for that, the Valley Master and the other doctors might have doubted whether Serena Feng had actually done anything at all—the reconstruction was so flawless, it almost seemed like an illusion.
Once the skull was secured, Serena Feng moved on to suturing the periosteum—a thin membrane that felt like nothing in her hands. The level of delicacy required to stitch it perfectly was almost unimaginable.
The more the Valley Master watched, the worse his mood became. Honestly, he no longer had the confidence to compete with Serena Feng for Simon Sun as a disciple. He could offer Simon fame and status, but these groundbreaking techniques—he simply couldn't teach him.
Serena Feng had no idea what the Valley Master was thinking. All she cared about was doing her job well. Once the periosteum was stitched, she removed the scalp clamps and began suturing the scalp.
Scalp closure wasn’t nearly as delicate as the periosteum—no matter how refined Serena Feng’s technique, the blood-red, centipede-like scar was still there, coiling fiercely across Victor Yun’s skull.
"Is it really over?" The doctors exchanged glances. They’d sat here for nearly four hours and felt like they’d seen nothing, yet the shock to their spirits was beyond words.
"No, this is just the beginning." Serena Feng wiped her hands clean and met the eyes of the four doctors seated there.
"Removing the foreign mass from Young Master Victor Yun’s brain is only the start of treatment."
Yes, surgery was just the beginning. The real challenge was the treatment to come—completely suppressing tumor spread would require radiotherapy, and that was absolutely essential. But...
That part had nothing to do with these doctors anymore.