Serena Feng certainly understood the struggle in William Wang Jinling’s heart.
For people of this era, the body and hair are gifts from one’s parents and should not be damaged. Having something from another person inside oneself is always hard to accept.
But this had nothing to do with her. She was just a doctor—she couldn’t force her patient, only advise.
But seeing William’s brows knit tighter and tighter, Serena Feng quietly sighed and decided to try persuading him one more time.
As a doctor, she hoped William’s eyes could be cured. As a friend, she wanted even more for him to see again.
After all, a man like him—who should have been riding high in life—shouldn’t be confined to this shabby little room by an eye disease.
Thinking this, Serena spoke again to persuade him: "First Young Master, this is my treatment plan. I’m not forcing you to choose, but if you want to see again, you must transplant another person’s cornea. This is your only chance and method. If you can’t accept it, I can guarantee you’ll remain blind for life.
Jinling, as your friend, I really think you don’t need to worry about the cornea at all. If I didn’t tell you, you’d never even know you had someone else’s cornea in your eyes. Transplanting is actually a very simple thing.
It’s like when a woman has a big wound on her face—a large patch of skin is gone. To keep her looking good, I’d suggest cutting a piece of skin from her back or arm and stitching it onto her face. It sounds weird and hard to imagine, but it’s real, and it works." Of course, not just anyone can do it.
Serena didn’t mention that part.
If she didn’t have the Smart Med‑Pack, even with all her knowledge, she couldn’t do it.
Transplanting isn’t just about taking something off and sticking it on—there are many steps in between. Without the Smart Med‑Pack’s tools and medicines, Serena Feng would never have taken on William Wang Jinling as a patient.
Corneal transplant is actually the simplest kind of organ surgery, because the cornea has no blood vessels—there’s no need for matching. As long as the donor cornea is healthy, it can be used.
Even so, performing this surgery for real was no easy task for Serena Feng.
She had no proper operating room, no surgical assistants—she had to rely completely on herself. If William agreed to the surgery, she’d already prepared everything she could in advance.
Caleb Wang (Seventh Young Master) immediately nodded and joined in persuading: "Big Brother, Serena’s right. There are rumors in the martial world that the Master of the Mystic Healer Valley can perform ‘moving flowers and grafting trees’—what Serena calls transplanting must be the same thing as the Valley Master’s legendary skill."
Caleb Wang then explained the ‘moving flowers and grafting trees’ technique in detail.
Serena Feng listened and nodded along.
So even in this era, Chinese medicine could already do skin grafts and organ transplants. Chinese medicine really is profound—far beyond what Western medicine can compare.
It’s just a pity that traditional Chinese medicine has declined in modern times.
So the Mystic Healer Valley really exists. If I get the chance, I must pay a visit and secretly learn a few traditional techniques.
Feng Qingchen made a mental note, and at the same time followed Wang Qi's lead to give a reasonable explanation for the corneal transplant:
"Eldest Young Master, Seventh Young Master is right. My so-called transplant was actually inspired by the Valley Master's 'moving flowers and grafting trees' technique. As a friend, I can call you Jinling, but as a physician, you are the Wang family's Eldest Young Master, and I am a doctor.
Today, out of friendship, I've told you everything—what should and shouldn't be said. Jinling, I sincerely hope you'll accept my treatment plan, but in the end, the decision is yours. I won't force you."
After speaking, Feng Qingchen turned to pack up her papers and writing tools, bid farewell to the still-contemplative Wang Jinling:
"Jinling, it's getting late. I need to return. No matter what you decide, I support you."
With that, she signaled Wang Qi to leave.
Wang Qi, though reluctant to go at this moment, saw the determination in Feng Qingchen's eyes and understood that once she made up her mind, he had no right to interfere...
Besides, his big brother had no mind to bother with him now, likely lost in an intense internal struggle.
Indeed, Wang Jinling was caught in a fierce battle within himself, trying to break through his own psychological defenses and truly accept Feng Qingchen's treatment plan from the bottom of his heart.
Feng Qingchen was right—maybe this was his only chance to regain his sight.
Even though he’d grown used to darkness, when the chance for sight appeared before him, he still couldn’t turn it down.
Wang Qi sighed, gave Wang Jinling a sympathetic look, and strode away.
This was a decision only his big brother could make.
Night was falling, but Feng Qingchen and Wang Qi hurried to return to the city. Luckily, the Wang family’s coachman was skilled, and the road was smooth, so nothing troubled them—until they entered the maple grove again, and an accident occurred...
Or perhaps, some people are simply destined to meet.
As soon as their carriage entered the maple grove, sounds of fighting rang out. The horse was startled and began to whinny. The coachman hurried to calm it, while Feng Qingchen and Wang Qi immediately opened their eyes.
"I'll go check." Wang Qi’s heart skipped a beat.
He’d left the city on impulse today, without arranging for guards. If something happened, it would be a disaster. Feng Qingchen, who could treat his brother’s eyes, was in the carriage—nothing could be allowed to happen to her.
"Be careful." Feng Qingchen didn’t act tough; she obediently sat inside the carriage, clutching her medical box, and quickly assembled a No. 3 scalpel handle, attaching a previously used blade.
The handle and blade of a surgical scalpel are separate; after high-temperature sterilization, the handle can be reused, but the blade cannot.
Still, Feng Qingchen never threw away used blades; she carefully saved them, since the steel-making technique of this era couldn’t produce the kind of scalpel blades she needed.
Unexpectedly, the blade wasn’t used to save a life this time, but for self-defense—a fitting use.
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Wang Qi ducked out of the carriage, but soon climbed back in. "Don’t worry, the horse was just startled. Once it’s calmed down, we can go. The fight isn’t about us."
Feng Qingchen nodded, but wasn’t as relaxed as Wang Qi. Her battlefield experience told her that whether the fight targeted them or not, they couldn’t avoid being caught up in it. Unless the fight ended, they wouldn’t be truly safe.
Her concern proved correct.
Just as they calmed the horse and moved forward, the fighters suddenly ran in their direction.
Not good...
Having survived artillery fire on the battlefield, Feng Qingchen was acutely sensitive to danger. Before Wang Qi could react, she was already preparing to abandon the carriage.
"Wang Jinhan, listen for my command. When I say jump, we’ll crash toward the back of the carriage together." Feng Qingchen handed the scalpel to Wang Qi: "Use this to protect yourself. Hold it tight, and don’t hurt yourself."
At the same time, she quickly assembled another blade and handle, gripping it tightly.
"Okay." Wang Qi’s heart was pounding, but when Feng Qingchen’s cold hand gripped his, he miraculously calmed down.
Just then, an arrogant, domineering male voice rang out.
"Lan Jiuqing, I’m done playing with you." The voice was unmistakably the Crown Prince of Westlyn, Tyler Xiling.
Tyler Xiling charged forward, his target the Wang family’s carriage horse.
Thud—the coachman fell from the carriage with a cry, and then, with a snap, the reins were cut.
"This carriage is requisitioned by me." Tyler Xiling declared, leaping onto the horse in one swift motion.
"Hyah! Hyah! Hyah!"
He rode into the depths of the maple forest.