Shamelessly Letting the Emperor Decide

No breath—The Little Prince has no breath!

Thud... Imperial Noble Consort Helena Hsieh couldn't bear the shock and fainted on the spot.

The Emperor, hearing the news, rushed in immediately and demanded in a harsh voice, "What happened to the Eighth Prince?"

"The Eighth Prince is gone." The imperial physician, under immense pressure, spoke with a trembling voice.

"Gone? I ordered you to do everything to save the Eighth Prince, and now you tell me he's gone?" The Emperor's anger was real—he truly cared about the Eighth Prince's life and death, which Serena found baffling.

What was going on with the Emperor?

The Emperor was furious, and the consequences would be serious. He looked everywhere for Serena, only to discover she wasn't kneeling in the hall—instead, while no one was watching, she had slipped to the Little Prince's bedside, touching and examining him.

"Serena, what are you doing?" the Emperor roared, his anger boiling over as Serena blatantly ignored imperial authority.

Serena didn't look back. "Your Majesty, the Eighth Prince can still be saved. Please, give me a chance—let me try!"

"What? You say the Eighth Prince can still be saved?" Not just the Emperor—even the imperial physicians present were stunned.

"Yes, Your Majesty. The Eighth Prince's breath is weak, but his heart is still beating." It's just that his heartbeat is irregular.

Serena didn't spell it out, simply stepping aside and signaling for the imperial physicians to re-examine him. Two physicians stepped forward, checked the prince, nodded repeatedly, but didn't dare say much.

The Eighth Prince's breath was so faint it was barely there—he was basically beyond saving. But since Serena said he could be saved, they wouldn't contradict her. After all, they wouldn't be the ones blamed if it failed.

"Fine. Since that's the case, I'll give you this chance. If you can save the Eighth Prince, you'll be richly rewarded. If you can't..." The Emperor didn't finish his sentence, but his look and tone made the threat obvious.

If the Eighth Prince died, Serena wouldn't get off easy either.

For a moment, Serena hated herself for meddling. Dealing with royal illnesses was never simple. But...

Her disciple Simon Sun was wasting away from grief over his father's death—she couldn't bear to see Helena Hsieh lose her mind if the Little Prince died too. Besides, the Emperor wanting her dead wasn't such an easy thing anyway.

Serena agreed to try, but requested the Emperor clear the room. He did so, and the imperial physicians left to treat Imperial Noble Consort Helena Hsieh next door.

Now Serena was alone in the room. With no one watching, she immediately activated her Smart Med-Pack, took out a cardiac monitor and defibrillator, and prepared to electrically shock the Little Prince's heart.

The baby's tiny body jolted with each shock—it looked terrifying. Luckily, no one else was around; otherwise, they'd think Serena was some kind of monster.

The Little Prince was so weak that Serena didn't dare act recklessly. After defibrillating him, she immediately performed CPR. Only when his heartbeat finally returned to normal did she breathe a sigh of relief.

With such a tiny child, she really didn't dare to mess around—one wrong move and she could kill him.

Wiping the sweat from her forehead, Serena checked the Little Prince again. His breath was still weak, but at least he'd been pulled back from the brink.

He'd just had a brush with death. Despite his noble birth, the Eighth Prince's life was nothing but hardship. The tiny child lay on the big bed, his face purple, looking so frail it hurt Serena to see.

The Smart Med-Pack’s test results: the Little Prince had been poisoned!

Serena was at a loss.

Detoxification wasn't her specialty.

Not wanting to waste any time, Serena rushed to report to the Emperor, urging him to send the imperial physicians to treat the prince.

The physicians were amazed that Serena could snatch a life from Yama, but when they heard she was helpless against poison, they calmed down. A few younger physicians even shot her arrogant looks.

So what if she could revive the Little Prince? In the end, they'd still have to rely on them.

Serena didn't argue, obediently stepping aside to let the imperial physicians take over.

The physicians took turns examining him, then gathered to discuss the case. Watching from the side, Serena grew more and more frustrated.

Damn it, don't they know saving a life is a race against time? The Little Prince was hanging by a thread—any more delay and he'd really die.

Seeing the physicians still discussing, Serena couldn't hold back any longer. "Your Majesty, the Eighth Prince can't wait any longer!" she blurted out.

Serena thought she'd get a glare from the Emperor, but instead, he immediately snapped at the physicians, ordering them to come up with a treatment plan.

The physicians hurriedly agreed, and when the Emperor wasn't looking, they shot Serena vicious glares.

Serena was making it sound easy—if the poison were so simple to cure, why would they need her in the palace at all?

The physicians murmured among themselves again. At last, an older physician stepped forward and presented a conservative, uncertain treatment plan to the Emperor, explaining they still couldn't identify the poison.

Serena was about to cry... If the patient were an adult, it might be okay, but the Little Prince was so tiny—he couldn't survive this kind of delay.

The Emperor cursed the physicians for their incompetence. They meekly agreed, but couldn't offer a better solution, so the Emperor had no choice but to let them go prepare the medicine.

If it were anyone else, Serena might have walked away. But she had personally delivered the Little Prince—she couldn't just stand by and watch him die.

Serena stepped forward and said to the Emperor, "Your Majesty, I have a detox pill personally refined by the Master of Mystic Healer Valley. If the imperial physicians can't identify the poison, may I try it?"

"You have a detox pill from the Master of Mystic Healer Valley—why didn't you say so earlier?" The Emperor was furious, thinking Serena had been deliberately holding back.

Several imperial physicians seized the chance to accuse Serena of purposely delaying the Little Prince's treatment.

Serena couldn't be bothered to argue, and explained to the Emperor, "Your Majesty, the antidote from the Master of Mystic Healer Valley is extremely potent—it's dosed for adults. I was afraid the Little Prince couldn't handle it, so I didn't mention it at first. Now that the imperial physicians can't identify the poison, I thought we could give it a try."

"Dr. Serena is right—the more effective the antidote, the harsher its medicinal strength. The Little Prince is too frail; he might not survive it." Some physicians who'd worked with Serena before spoke up for her, not hesitating to support her now.

"Physician Hu is right. I'm also worried the drug is too strong—the Little Prince might not survive it. Your Majesty, do you want to use it?" Fine, Serena admitted she was being shameless, just like the other physicians, pushing the decision onto the Emperor.

This way, if the Little Prince survived, it would be thanks to the Emperor's wisdom. If something went wrong, it had nothing to do with her—she'd already warned them that the medicine was harsh and the Little Prince might not withstand it. Since the Emperor agreed to use it, he would bear the consequences.

Serena had successfully put the Emperor in a difficult position. He stared at the pill in Serena's hand, then at his suffering son, and for a moment didn't know what to do.

Should he use the medicine or not?