Rebirth: My Dear Little Wife Is So Scheming

Chapter 938: Chapter 938: Crying and begging to be someone else’s guinea pig.

The lobby was almost empty.

Many people were whispering to each other.

"What was that Dr. Bai doing just now? Is she a new doctor at Ruiyin?"

"No idea, couldn’t figure it out!"

"But didn’t that doctor mention she isn’t qualified to perform surgeries?"

"Why should we care about that? It’s not like we’re in surgery anyway!"

"Still, that guy’s hand looked really gruesome—could it end up crippled?"

"It’s hard to say, isn’t it?"

Inside the emergency room, Dr. Xue didn’t bother returning to his own operating theater. His injuries were far less severe compared to that of the patient in front of him. As a specialist at Ruiyin, he naturally needed to prioritize resolving this issue. Also, he couldn’t let Bai Xiao slip away now.

This was a piece of prime meat he’d worked hard to secure.

Wang Han entered the emergency room. Several surgeons immediately got to work examining him—given the severity of the injury, they had to quickly come up with a plan.

The results of the examination were dire.

The tendons in his palm were almost completely severed, with only a thin strand still intact. Surgery had to be performed as soon as possible. Even if the procedure were successful, whether his hand could recover to its original condition afterward remained uncertain.

Upon hearing that surgery was necessary, Wang Han immediately pointed at Bai Xiao: "If she performs the surgery, I’ll do it. Otherwise, no one else is allowed to touch my hand." noveldrama

Everyone in the emergency room, whether nurses or doctors, turned to look at Bai Xiao. They had been curious about her earlier—where on earth had this mysterious figure come from?

Since when did patients start picking and choosing their surgeons?

"Mr. Wang, your condition is very critical right now. If surgery isn’t performed immediately, the future recovery of your hand might be extremely difficult. Moreover, our surgical department here at Ruiyin Hospital is the most renowned in all of Modu. If we’re saying this case is challenging, no one else could pull off such a procedure. The sooner treatment begins, the better your chances for recovery," one of the doctors said, unable to hold back.

Ruiyin’s reputation was illustrious—many people couldn’t even get on the waiting list. Now, a patient was insisting that some random passerby perform his surgery. Was this a global joke?

If a hospital could just grab anyone and have them perform surgery, wouldn’t hospitals cease to exist?

At that point, doctors might even find themselves out of jobs.

Wang Han sneered: "If it’s not Dr. Bai, no one else is getting anywhere near me."

This guy was downright stubborn.

Dr. Xue stepped forward and approached Wang Han, smiling: "Mr. Wang, I’m curious as to why you insist on having Dr. Bai perform the surgery. You do know that Dr. Bai is a doctor of Traditional Chinese Medicine and not a surgeon. Furthermore, she doesn’t hold qualifications as a surgeon. Asking her to operate on you carries a great deal of risk. Aren’t you worried about potential long-term issues with your hand?"

He was genuinely perplexed—someone was not only acquainted with Bai Xiao but also stubbornly insisting on her.

Wang Han glanced defiantly at the surgeons in the emergency room: "I know Dr. Bai’s medical skills very well. If even she can’t do this, I wouldn’t have any hope for anyone else either." Naturally, he wouldn’t tell anyone that Bai Xiao could bring people back from the brink of death, let alone manage something as straightforward as stitching up a hand.

This was a massive secret in his family.

He wouldn’t go spilling it to outsiders.

"Dr. Bai, what do we do now?" Dr. Xue asked knowingly. Bai Xiao didn’t have surgical qualifications—or rather, she did have a practicing license, just not as a surgeon.

She was still a TCM resident doctor, after all.

Bai Xiao smiled faintly—what could she do?

She wasn’t a surgeon, and if she dared step onto the operating table and recklessly perform the surgery, Ruiyin Hospital would bury her in lawsuits.

She wasn’t about to hand such incriminating material to others on a silver platter.

"Dr. Xue, this isn’t a good idea. I’m just a doctor of Traditional Chinese Medicine, and besides, you know I don’t have surgical qualifications. It wouldn’t be proper for me to get involved in this," she replied with strategic deflection, throwing the problem back to him.

Sly little fox!

Dr. Xue chuckled inwardly—dealing with Bai Xiao really was more of a headache than he anticipated.

"Dr. Bai, my sister-in-law, I’m your brother—are you really going to leave me hanging?" Wang Han couldn’t believe Bai Xiao would abandon him!

Bai Xiao rolled her eyes—this guy was like a useless teammate in a game.

Dr. Xue smirked and said, "Dr. Bai! Let’s step aside for a quick word."

The two moved to a corner.

"Dr. Bai, as you can see, the patient is being very stubborn. If we delay too long, even the best surgical technique wouldn’t prevent long-term complications. Isn’t there an old saying that saving a life surpasses building a seven-story pagoda? While that’s Buddhist philosophy, as doctors, saving lives is innate to our duties—our professional ethics.

Here’s what I propose: My apprentice will act as the lead surgeon—at least nominally. You, on the other hand, can sign on as an assistant while taking charge of suturing the patient. If anything goes wrong, we’ll all be there to guide you. I’d personally serve as your supervising doctor. What do you think?" Dr. Xue seemed confident Bai Xiao wouldn’t reject the offer.

This was such a rare opportunity. Normally, they wouldn’t use patients for experimentation even if they had the inclination. The risk would be far too great—who could bear that kind of responsibility if something went wrong?

No patient would willingly turn themselves into a guinea pig for someone else to practice on.

But right now, there was just such a person before them: a man who, come hell or high water, insisted on having Dr. Bai perform his surgery. Even though Bai Xiao had explained she was a TCM doctor, he remained resolute. Such a willing test subject—how could they possibly turn down the opportunity?

Perfect candidate!

Dr. Xue had already made up his mind—this was the perfect chance to make Bai Xiao acknowledge him as her mentor.

A once-in-a-lifetime opportunity like this couldn’t be let go.

Bai Xiao thought about it. If she could suture Wang Han’s hand under the guise of being an assistant, it might indeed be a worthwhile chance.

After all, surgical errors weren’t a concept in her world.

She nodded.

Dr. Xue’s eyes sparkled with excitement.

"Zhang Huan, prep the operating room and have the patient transferred there now," Dr. Xue ordered.

Wang Han remained suspicious: "You’re not fooling me, are you?"

Bai Xiao rolled her eyes again—how paranoid could one person be?

"No one’s fooling you. Just head to the operating room and wait. We’ll be there shortly," she reassured him.

Her words finally put Wang Han at ease. Only now did he truly feel the searing pain in his hand.

He started yelping and groaning in pain.

Bai Xiao could only shake her head with exasperation.

Zhang Huan arranged staff and led the group to Operating Room No. 1.

"Boss, are we really letting this Dr. Bai perform the surgery? If anyone uses this as grounds to report us, things could get bad. Dr. Bai doesn’t hold surgical qualifications, and this could severely impact our hospital’s reputation," Zhang Huan reminded, thinking of his bid for the Dean position. He couldn’t afford reckless decision-making.

Dr. Xue chuckled: "Don’t worry. You’re still the lead surgeon, and I’m the supervising doctor. Dr. Bai is merely acting as a third assistant. Besides, aren’t you curious to see what level of skill Dr. Bai truly possesses? A patient is voluntarily throwing himself at us to be experimented on—how rare is that?"

Zhang Huan kept quiet.

Indeed!

This was the first time they’d encountered someone actively begging to play guinea pig.