With Ninth Royal Uncle here holding down the fort, Serena Feng felt perfectly secure. After all, neither Princess Yara nor Su Wan would let her off easily, so there was no need to curry favor with either of them. With Nolan Dongling sitting in command, if she didn’t seize this chance, she wouldn’t be Serena Feng.
Want to witness my medical skills? Fine. Each of you gets a chair outside the hut—sit there and watch to your heart’s content.
When Serena Feng built that hut, she paid special attention to privacy and security. There are no buildings nearby, and the trees were all cleared out early on. Within a twenty-meter radius, there’s not a scrap of shade—whether it’s summer or winter, you’ll either roast or freeze walking here.
Unfortunately, it’s summer now.
Serena Feng had five wooden chairs prepared and placed them on the right side of the hut.
Nolan, this spot is right in front of the hut’s window. When the time comes, I’ll pull up the curtain—anyone sitting here will have a perfect view inside. That should satisfy Yara and Su Wan’s curiosity.
If they want to see the open-chest procedure, I’ll let them see all they want. If I don’t roast them alive, I’m not a Feng.
The chairs were placed just five meters from the glass window. From here, you really could see inside—but when the surgery started, all they’d see were Serena and Simon’s backs.
Nolan Dongling had always known Serena Feng was petty, but seeing five chairs baking under the sun, he realized she was even more vindictive than he’d imagined.
Was she trying to roast him alive?
Snacks he could do without—he wasn’t hungry—but surely she could spare a drink of water.
But Serena stopped at the hut door and turned around. "Dominic, I’m really sorry. All the Feng Manor staff have gone home, and I’m swamped in here. If you need anything, help yourself—don’t be shy. Treat this place like your own house."
With that, she shut the hut door with a bang—and locked it.
"Simon, get changed and check if the ma fei san is working on your mother yet," Serena said as she changed clothes herself.
Earlier, Serena had asked Simon to bring Mrs. Sun over so she could take the ma fei san ahead of time and let the anesthetic kick in.
"It’s working, but when I pricked her with a needle, she still felt pain." In other words, the anesthesia wasn’t strong enough yet.
Serena nodded and quickly changed into her surgical clothes.
Habits are a strange thing. At first, seeing Serena put on her surgical gown, tie up her hair, and put on a mask right in front of him made Simon uncomfortable, but now he’d gotten used to it.
"Since that’s the case, let’s go in and talk. I’ll explain some similar conditions to you as we work."
"Your mother has acute cholecystitis. The gallbladder is located beneath the right ribs, behind the liver—what people call the ‘bitter gall’—and it’s shaped like a pear."
Serena pointed out the location of the gallbladder on Simon’s body, and Simon was already used to this.
"Symptoms of acute cholecystitis include pain in the upper right abdomen, nausea, vomiting, and fever. Some patients also develop mild yellowing of the eyes and skin."
Other common abdominal illnesses—like acute pancreatitis, appendicitis, biliary ascariasis, or perforated ulcers—have symptoms and pain locations that are really similar. When diagnosing, you must be absolutely sure before deciding on open surgery.
If you misdiagnose a patient, you could easily kill them. And if, during surgery, we discover any other undiagnosed problems, we absolutely cannot hide them—we must inform the family right away and do our best to resolve everything in one operation, relieving both current and potential suffering and avoiding a second surgery.
Surgery is risky. If the problem can be solved in one go, Serena prefers not to split it into two operations.
Serena and Simon entered the operating room. Serena adjusted the surgical table, and Simon watched as she lowered it all the way to the floor.
"Master?" Simon was confused. Didn’t you say the table height was supposed to be standardized? This was the most ergonomic height, so lowering it would make the surgery harder.
"What, you want those people outside to see your mother’s body? To watch me cut open her chest?" Serena asked.
"Of course not." Just imagining it made Simon’s face darken; he’d never considered that problem before.
"Then do as I say. Simon, I’ve told you before: the height of the surgical table is important. A standard table can prevent many accidents.
But today, let me teach you something else: for a doctor, anywhere can be an operating table. If a patient needs help, even if you have to kneel on the ground, you must do the surgery.
Don’t be limited by the environment. The patient’s safety and privacy always come first. If you put your own comfort above the patient, you shouldn’t be a doctor.” At that moment, Serena’s voice was stern and calm, radiating an authority that demanded respect.
That’s the power of true authority.
"I understand. I’ll put my heart into learning." Influenced by Serena’s presence, Simon straightened his posture, like a student before a master.
Serena nodded in satisfaction. Simon was eager to learn and smart—like an uncut jade, full of potential. With the right guidance, he could become a master physician, maybe even surpass her.
Because Simon was truly devoted to medicine, unlike her. Her own mentor once said she had the talent, but her heart was too heavy—she couldn’t devote herself entirely to medical study.
She could become an excellent doctor, but not an unquestioned authority.
Her mentor was right: without the Smart Med-Pack, she could never have reached this level so quickly in such a primitive world.
"Of course not." Just imagining it made Simon’s face darken; he’d never considered that problem before.
"Then do as I say. Simon, I’ve told you before: the height of the surgical table is important. A standard table can prevent many accidents.
But today, let me teach you something else: for a doctor, anywhere can be an operating table. If a patient needs help, even if you have to kneel on the ground, you must do the surgery.
Don’t be limited by the environment. The patient’s safety and privacy always come first. If you put your own comfort above the patient, you shouldn’t be a doctor.” At that moment, Serena’s voice was stern and calm, radiating an authority that demanded respect.
That’s the power of true authority.
"I understand. I’ll put my heart into learning." Influenced by Serena’s presence, Simon straightened his posture, like a student before a master.
Serena nodded in satisfaction. Simon was eager to learn and smart—like an uncut jade, full of potential. With the right guidance, he could become a master physician, maybe even surpass her.
Because Simon was truly devoted to medicine, unlike her. Her own mentor once said she had the talent, but her heart was too heavy—she couldn’t devote herself entirely to medical study.
She could become an excellent doctor, but not an unquestioned authority.
Her mentor was right: without the Smart Med-Pack, she could never have reached this level so quickly in such a primitive world.