Rebirth: My Dear Little Wife Is So Scheming

Chapter 928: Chapter 928 Unity of Man and Needle

Dr. Xue was already standing at one end of the table, while Bai Xiao stood at the other.

Having already changed into surgical scrubs, Bai Xiao stared at the white mouse under the microscope. This was really pushing a doctor to the brink of insanity.

Poor little mouse, if you meet your tragic end under my knife today, you can only blame that white-bearded old man across from me for setting you up.

Bai Xiao silently deflected responsibility onto the white mouse in her heart.

"Since Dr. Bai is starting from zero, I won’t require her to achieve the usual precision of cutting into 60 to 80 portions. I only ask her to cut it into two pieces," Dr. Xue said—he had never been so lenient with a student in his entire life.

Bai Xiao swiftly brought the knife down, and in an instant, the mouse’s tail was severed into two segments before everyone’s eyes.

A girl couldn’t help but exclaim in dismay.

The main reason was Bai Xiao’s clean, decisive action, which left people questioning if she had once been an executioner.

"Dr. Bai Xiao, for reconnecting severed tails, we use microsurgical instruments. They’re small and delicate because the sutures we use are extremely thin. Dr. Bai, the first step..."

None of the eyes in the room were on Dr. Xue. When they turned to Bai Xiao, audible gasps filled the air.

Bai Xiao’s actions with the needle and thread clearly showed her inexperience—not only were her movements clumsy, but she almost picked up the needle and thread the wrong way at first.

Someone couldn’t hold back and spoke up.

"Dr. Xue, I think it’d be best not to put Dr. Bai through this. Even if she manages to complete the suturing today, the mouse’s tail is probably doomed not to reconnect. Why not let a more experienced student take over, so we don’t waste this opportunity?"

Meng Han stood up and voiced her opinion, unable to keep watching. It wasn’t just her; most of the surgical students were clearly struggling to endure the sight.

Dr. Xue chuckled. "Dr. Bai Xiao... Hmm!"

Just then, Dr. Xue’s gaze froze mid-sentence.

Initially, he hadn’t expected Bai Xiao to manage vascular anastomosis; he merely wanted her to attempt suturing, to reconnect the tail, regardless of the outcome.

To put it simply, his goal was to let her experience the feel and process of suturing.

Suturing well was hard, but simply stitching was relatively easy. noveldrama

After all, any surgical doctor needs at least two to three years of training to avoid shaky hands. Bai Xiao, as someone entirely clueless, hadn’t inspired much hope in Dr. Xue. He simply hoped to spark her interest in surgery with this task.

But during that conversation...

Bai Xiao grasped the needle holder. To be honest, she found the tool awkward to use, facing such a situation for the first time. But she wasn’t someone who would yield. If nothing else, she certainly knew how to cheat.

She had used her special ability countless times—on bullets, landmines, raw stones—and discovered it could be applied in various ways as long as utilized wisely.

For instance, at this moment, she merely injected her special ability into the needle holder, rather than into the mouse, to see what changes might occur in the connection between her and the tool as a result.

Even as an amateur, Bai Xiao was keenly aware that steady hands were essential when holding the needle holder. Earlier, her hands had trembled so badly that even she was feeling dizzy.

Under such circumstances, forget suturing—the tail couldn’t even be pierced correctly.

This was precisely why Meng Han had stepped forward to object. Every student present was a novice within the field of surgery, yet clearly competent compared to Bai Xiao, who didn’t even have fundamental knowledge.

But once Bai Xiao infused her special ability, the connection between her hand and the needle holder transformed. They seemed to merge as one. Her hands stopped trembling, becoming steady as a rock.

Dr. Xue had noticed this very moment and let out a surprised gasp, raising his brows involuntarily.

Turning shaky hands into steady ones within minutes—he had never seen anything like it. After all, achieving such steadiness usually requires several years of practice, often leaving many doctors with swollen hands from their relentless training.

Dr. Xue gave a subtle nod of approval; his intuition hadn’t been wrong.

Bai Xiao was gifted—a prodigious talent in surgery!

Bai Xiao focused intently on the blood vessels under the microscope. She had assisted doctors on numerous surgical cases on the battlefield before. Most of the time, her involvement was limited to providing temporary acupuncture-based anesthesia. But in terms of practical experience, she was more seasoned than most, having observed many procedures firsthand.

If she hadn’t tasted pork, she’d certainly seen pigs run.

She didn’t even need to think twice: merely suturing the outer layer of the tail wouldn’t suffice to ensure reconnection. Just like in cases of organ damage, successful suturing often requires not only repairing skin and flesh but also reconnecting nerves and blood vessels.

Thus, she instinctively began using the needle holder to make anastomosis points on the blood vessels under the microscope. Dr. Xue naturally noticed this. While highly technical terms like "anastomosis points" meant little to Bai Xiao, she understood the actions intuitively.

The needle holder infused with her special ability seemed to possess its own consciousness. She inherently grasped where to insert the first stitch, where to place the second. Every motion, every placement of the needle flowed seamlessly, almost as if she was born to know how to proceed.

There was no need for further explanation.

All eyes were fixed on Dr. Xue, who stared wide-eyed at the microscope.

His expression bordered on shock.

Under the microscope, the stitched blood vessels showed perfectly aligned anastomosis points, with exceptionally neat knots that were a delight to behold.

From suturing to knot-tying, every step adhered to an impeccably consistent standard.

Was this... a novice?

Was this someone with zero foundation?

Dr. Xue raised his head and glanced at Bai Xiao. This young woman hadn’t been entirely truthful.

She couldn’t possibly have been practicing Traditional Chinese Medicine on the battlefield.

All he knew was that she had been on the front lines and witnessed bloodshed, but he had no idea what kind of brutal battlefield could train a Traditional Chinese Medicine doctor to achieve elite-level surgical suturing skills.

As a master-level surgeon, he could discern no falsity or deception in her technique.

To him, this wasn’t even a real surgery—it was a simple task.

Yet she, a Traditional Chinese Medicine doctor, had accomplished it with near perfection, particularly in her vascular anastomosis. Without any preliminary explanation or instruction from him, she had completed the task immaculately.

Her performance left Dr. Xue increasingly impressed.

To train suturing skills to this degree—it was no wonder the Military District Hospital had sent her to their Medical University for training.

This was a true talent.

Dr. Xue alone understood just how challenging such expertise really was.

Watching Bai Xiao, he grew even more resolute in his determination not to abandon his efforts to persuade her. Such a promising individual, already possessing such high-level skills, must not be allowed to waste her potential. Letting her languish here would be nothing short of a crime against talent.