Rebirth: My Dear Little Wife Is So Scheming

Chapter 948: Chapter 948: The Illness

Bai Xiao nodded in agreement. When it came to saving lives, there were no borders.

"Alright, I can give it a try."

Smith and Mike were both good people, not to mention they held two crucial votes in their hands.

Bai Xiao was willing to do whatever she could.

Smith excitedly gripped Bai Xiao’s hand, shaking it vigorously while expressing his repeated thanks.

"Don’t thank me yet. I haven’t even done anything. What if my acupuncture doesn’t work?" Bai Xiao laughed, teasing Smith.

She wasn’t the least bit intimidated by the renowned international Dr. Smith.

Smith chuckled too. None of the individuals they had evaluated so far dared act so casual in front of them. Everyone was overly cautious, afraid that even the tiniest mistake would displease them. But this Chinese student was truly something different—bold and poised. She also allowed them to witness the spirit and demeanor of a nation.

With nationals like her, how could a country not grow strong?

How could they not be worthy of admiration?

Upon hearing that Professor Mike was to receive acupuncture treatment, Vice Principal Zhao and Director Liu immediately cleared their office. They knew very well how critical the evaluation professors were to their nation. The impressions these individuals formed of doctors in China—whether favorable or unfavorable—would directly impact the final evaluation scores.

Even when the final evaluation report was submitted, it would be these two who penned the key sections.

The impression a person makes, whether favorable or not, depended on the angle from which the report was written.

At this moment, of course, they would offer their full support.

Besides, Bai Xiao’s acupuncture skills had long been validated by many people.

And they knew better than most—Bai Xiao was now Professor Xue’s prized last disciple. She wasn’t just representing the honor of their institute, but also that of Modu and China as a whole.

After all, even if acupuncture couldn’t cure the illness, it certainly wouldn’t cause harm.

In the office, Mike lay on the sickbed while Smith, Vice Principal Zhao, and Director Liu stood nearby. They were not only witnesses but also observers.

The two silver needles in Bai Xiao’s hands were already inserted into Mike’s head.

The faint trembling of the needles made the onlookers highly anxious.

Bai Xiao’s special ability completed a circuit through Mike’s body.

What Smith had said was indeed correct; the tumor in Mike’s brain had grown larger.

Her special ability revealed that this was a growth-type tumor.

Such tumors, even after surgery, were prone to further growth.

Moreover, the current location of the tumor not only compressed the optic nerve but also pressed against several major arteries around the brain’s blood vessels. Mike was experiencing blurred vision, headaches, and possibly, as it progressed, severe impacts on his sleep and memory. Even if surgery were performed to remove the tumor, the risk of significant aftereffects was high because the nerves and blood vessels being compressed were major ones. noveldrama

Even for a highly skilled surgeon,

the final result might not be ideal.

As she performed acupuncture, she conversed with Mike.

Her special ability was as precise as a CT machine, giving her a crystal-clear picture of the situation in his brain.

Mike, having seen his own CT scans, was taken aback by Bai Xiao’s ability to diagnose the condition of his brain tumor simply through pulse readings and acupuncture. He had never imagined that Traditional Chinese Medicine could achieve this level of expertise.

Over the past month, they had not only been organizing competition-related projects but also spent much time studying Chinese medicine.

They had visited several well-known veteran practitioners of Traditional Chinese Medicine in the area.

Indeed, they had encountered a number of doctors capable of detecting abnormalities in his brain simply by taking his pulse. Although each doctor proposed a different treatment method, all adhered to conservative approaches: medication and acupuncture.

While they hadn’t adopted these treatments themselves, their appreciation for Chinese medicine had grown to a certain extent.

Hearing Bai Xiao’s explanation now, this no longer seemed like a mystery. It was simply that their medical and treatment approaches were inherently different.

"So, do you have any good treatment plans?"

Mike inquired. Despite being a renowned doctor himself, he too longed to live. Who didn’t want to survive?

"Dr. Mike, if you’re asking me this question, my answer remains the same as before: a combination of Chinese and Western medicine. This tumor of yours must be surgically removed. However, even the most top-tier specialists cannot guarantee that your brain won’t sustain damage during the operation, let alone account for unexpected situations.

Also, since this is a growth-type tumor, even if it’s removed this time, there’s no guarantee it won’t recur. Western medicine often requires chemotherapy after surgery, but I strongly recommend replacing post-operative chemotherapy with Traditional Chinese Medicine. Whether through herbal medicine or acupuncture, there are methods in Chinese medicine that can inhibit tumor growth to a certain extent.

Of course, I can’t guarantee that it’ll absolutely prevent recurrence. After all, in Chinese medicine, the outcome varies with each practitioner’s understanding. As the saying goes in our country: ’The master leads you to the door; cultivation depends on the individual.’ The final achievement comes down to one’s own efforts and progression.

My acupuncture skills are a family inheritance—unique and unparalleled. If you truly trust me, you should start preparing for surgery now. Whether it’s our Chinese specialists or your dear friend, Mr. Smith, who’s a well-known neurosurgeon, surgery combined with my acupuncture treatment will surely yield answers soon." Bai Xiao would never lie to a patient, and Mike’s character made him worthy of her help.

While it was uncertain whether tumors in others would recur, in her hands the tumor certainly wouldn’t return.

Otherwise, she wouldn’t deserve her title as the "special ability expert."

After all, she was the renowned Dr. Bai.

Smith was anxious too. Even though their evaluation could technically be concluded today, the journey back home alone would take at least two to three days. Upon returning, the report would first need to be prepared and submitted—it would take them several days of sleepless effort to complete a reliable report.

Their evaluation couldn’t rely solely on personal impressions; they needed to compile all their experiences in China into trustworthy materials.

By the time all of that was done, ten or more days would have passed.

Moreover, given that Mike’s tumor was a growth-type tumor, who knew how much it would grow in ten-odd days?

During this time, the tumor could press on his optic nerve, leading to blindness, or exert pressure on surrounding brain blood vessels, causing a rupture. In other words, his life could be at risk at any moment.

Smith was confident in his ability to perform the surgery for his friend.

If they could conduct the surgery here and combine it with Bai Xiao’s Traditional Chinese Medicine treatment, perhaps Mike’s illness could be brought under control.