"Mike, since that’s the case, let’s go to the hospital. I’ll contact Dr. Xue and arrange for you to undergo this brain tumor surgery at Ruiyin Hospital. Don’t worry, as your friend, I will take this operation very seriously and make sure it’s a success."
"With the assistance of Dr. Bai, I’m confident that your condition can be controlled," Smith said anxiously.
Mike smiled and replied, "You’re too anxious."
"How could I not be anxious? You heard it yourself—this is a growth-type tumor. And if we want to proceed with Traditional Chinese dicine treatnts later, such as acupuncture and herbal dicine, we’ll have to stay in China for treatnt. If that’s the case, why not perform the surgery now? I’ll handle the Western dical aspects of the surgery, and Dr. Bai can manage the TCM treatnts afterward. Besides, a detailed follow-up report will ensure I can handle the rest on my own.
Your tumor can’t afford any delays."
Smith ignored Mike and directed the translator to contact Dr. Xue.
Mike was helpless. He knew that this tumor had already made his good friend extrely anxious and emotionally distressed.
Surgery? Well then, surgery it is. After all, he had already wrapped up his work for the ti being.
If needed, Smith could finalize the remaining assessnt report entirely on his own.
Bai Xiao removed the needles, and Mike sat up in bed.
He rubbed his head and laughed, "Dr. Bai, although I’m not well-versed in acupuncture, after the treatnt, my vision has beco noticeably clearer, and my headache has significantly eased. It’s truly miraculous."
Bai Xiao smiled lightly; this was no big deal.
An even bigger miracle awaits.
When Dr. Xue learned that Smith intended to perform a brain tumor surgery at their hospital, she welcod it wholeheartedly. Smith’s surgical skills were world-renowned, and he was considered a top-tier talent in the field.
Such a rare case of brain tumor surgery was an extraordinary learning opportunity for the doctors at Ruiyin Hospital.
For Ruiyin, this effectively beca an unexpected golden chance for professional developnt—a stroke of good fortune they were eager to embrace.
Thus, Mike was admitted to the neurosurgery ward at Ruiyin Hospital. After consultations involving Smith and the neurosurgery team, they finalized the surgical plan for the next day.
Because Smith was the lead surgeon, all the supporting doctors were elite mbers of Ruiyin’s dical team. Even his first assistant, Zhang Huan, was a rising talent. Though highly skilled in surgery, Zhang Huan still had a significant gap to bridge compared to foreign experts. For him, this was the ultimate learning opportunity.
Bai Xiao was listed as the backup anesthesiologist among the surgical team mbers.
This news instantly put Ruiyin in the spotlight, making headlines across major newspapers. In such significant matters, dia outlets worked with extraordinary speed, quickly thrusting Ruiyin Hospital into the public eye.
Despite Smith being the lead surgeon, there was no shortage of spectators.
Everyone wanted to witness just how exceptional this brain tumor surgery would be.
Ruiyin was under imnse pressure.
Dr. Xue, of course, was fully involved in overseeing the consultations. After all, although Smith would be performing the surgery, the rest of the team ca from Ruiyin Hospital. Any oversight in even the smallest detail would place a huge burden of responsibility on their hospital.
Especially Bai Xiao’s post-operative TCM acupuncture treatnts, proposed as an alternative to chemotherapy, which had beco a topic of heated discussion among doctors.
Opinions were divided.
After all, Traditional Chinese dicine had yet to produce any visible breakthroughs in tumor treatnt. And now, suddenly attempting to combine Western dicine with Chinese dicine—for a foreign patient, no less—was a risky proposition.
It must be understood that any unproven treatnt remains speculative and experintal. Who could guarantee that acupuncture could replace radiation and chemotherapy in halting and curing tumor growth?
Many expressed doubts and concerns. Even though the foreign expert insisted on this approach, any misstep could lead to consequences where not even radiation or chemotherapy might mitigate the outco.
Let alone the "unreliable" TCM acupuncture treatnts.
If it failed, the fallout could escalate into serious international issues. And given the sensitive timing—China was currently bidding to host the International dical Exchange and Foreign Aid Conference—failure could jeopardize their hopes entirely.
Few people stood idly by with a "watch and ridicule" attitude.
At this mont, there’s simply no room for mockery. The stakes are clear: collective success or collective failure.
Dr. Xue welcod her third wave of visitors attempting to dissuade her from proceeding.
These included the deans of major hospitals and various high-ranking officials, all eager for clarification, as the gravity of this matter was unmistakable.
Even the experts—Dr. Xue included—felt a sense of unease.
She believed Bai Xiao was a genius, equally skilled in both Chinese and Western dicine. If anyone could truly combine the two approaches, it would be him, and the potential rewards were imnse.
But the path of dicine wasn’t one where talent alone could guarantee swift breakthroughs. It required experience, practice, and ti.
No one knew the exact extent of Bai Xiao’s expertise in Chinese dicine. While acupuncture as a substitute for traditional anesthesia might not raise eyebrows, proposing it as an alternative to radiation and chemotherapy certainly stepped into uncharted academic territory.
It carried historic implications.
Dr. Xue called Bai Xiao into her office.
After an exchange, Bai Xiao understood her concerns completely.
Combining Traditional Chinese dicine and Western dicine to treat tumors was undoubtedly one of the significant challenges to be tackled in future dical advancents. Tumors, even in his original era, remained a frontier no dical field had successfully overco.
How much tougher, then, in this era?
Tumors had beco one of the most formidable diseases of modern tis.
If not for his special ability, who would dare attempt this endeavor?
"Dr. Xue, my acupuncture techniques are inherited. Although they date back many generations, their efficacy remains robust. True, they haven’t been specifically validated for treating tumors, but I am confident in their effectiveness. Moreover, with Mr. Mike’s active collaboration, I believe this is a pri opportunity to showcase our TCM culture and acupuncture practice to the world."
Bai Xiao was untroubled, as his confidence rested on solid ground. He was equally sure that Smith and Mike wouldn’t have agreed to proceed so recklessly. The hospital data should already demonstrate a historic reduction in the tumor’s size after Bai Xiao’s initial acupuncture treatnt—this had solidified Smith and Mike’s confidence in proceeding.
Were these two the type to casually agree to an uncertain procedure?
Absolutely not.
"But! You must understand that, even if you believe your skills are a century-old family legacy, one mistake..." Dr. Xue didn’t want this incident to tarnish Bai Xiao’s promising future by labeling him with disgrace. Such an undermining incident could hinder his developnt significantly.
The greatest fear for doctors, after all, is that a single dical accident could irreparably ruin their careers.
Bai Xiao was still so young. How could Dr. Xue bear seeing his journey cut short before it truly began?
"Professor, I assu you haven’t reviewed Mike’s most recent MRI data yet? Compare it with his MRI scans from two days ago, and you might feel less concerned. After all, just yesterday, I perford the first acupuncture session for Mr. Mike. The results should be observable."
Let the facts speak for themselves.
Dr. Xue imdiately retrieved Mike’s MRI data. After comparing the two sets of scans, she fell silent.
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