The translator beside her fluently conveyed these words.
What should this Bai Xiao, standing in front of them, do?
A normal young woman faced with such humiliation would probably already be blushing and on the verge of tears.
Yet the woman in front of them seemed completely indifferent to this kind of language.
"Mr. Smith has high blood pressure, high blood sugar, and suffers from intermittent heart failure. The medications and surgeries of Western medicine appear powerless against these conditions. Surgery can’t treat high blood pressure, high blood sugar, or heart failure, and all your medications cause significant damage to the liver and kidneys. But with acupuncture, I can address these issues."
"Mr. Mike, although our handshake lasted only briefly, I suspect there’s a tumor growing inside your cranium. It’s not large yet—probably no bigger than a soybean—but I regret to inform you that the tumor is malignant. When you return, it’s best that you undergo a biopsy as soon as possible and begin treatment."
"Of course, if you’re willing to trust our Traditional Chinese Medicine, we also offer conservative treatments that can help. I won’t claim a hundred percent cure rate, but our country’s integrated approach to Western and Traditional Chinese Medicine in clinical practice may offer you certain insights."
The translator translated these words while genuinely viewing it all with newfound respect.
This young girl managed to discern so many health problems from simply shaking hands with two individuals. She already knew the answers.
And the incredulous expressions of Mr. Smith and Mike gave the answer as well.
Evidently, she was correct.
"How did you know?"
Smith and Mike could hardly believe that someone, just from a handshake, could understand their health conditions so thoroughly. It was common knowledge in the industry that Smith suffered from high blood pressure, high blood sugar, and heart failure. That information might be obtainable from personal investigation reports, so it wasn’t surprising.
However, Mike’s cranial tumor was only confirmed this morning from the results of a physical report—a fluke discovery they hadn’t been expecting. Before embarking on this trip, they had conducted the biopsy and received the results within an hour of departure. Even Smith himself had just learned of it, which explained his highly exaggerated reaction.
"Mike, can this be true?"
Smith didn’t want to believe it. He preferred to think the young woman had made a wild guess.
Mike lowered his head, "The report arrived this morning. My student sent it to me immediately. I hadn’t expected this outcome." In life, nobody wishes to face mortality.
At this moment, even the doctor was powerless. When confronted with death, no one is granted special privileges—everyone is equal.
Vice Principal Zhao and the others were utterly dumbfounded.
What did this all mean?
These two foreign experts turned out to be practically walking patients!
And they still looked down on China’s Traditional Chinese Medicine. Now they’d been utterly humiliated!
The same Traditional Chinese Medicine they mocked had reached such a skillful and profound level through techniques like observation, inquiry, and pulse diagnosis. Chinese medicine is phenomenal.
Who now dares to say Traditional Chinese Medicine is inferior to Western medicine?
Smith grabbed his old friend’s arm, visibly emotional.
Dr. Xue was similarly stunned because he witnessed Bai Xiao use nothing more than a handshake to perform pulse diagnosis—a feat qualifying her as a master of Traditional Chinese Medicine.
Such a National Medical Sage was beyond anything he’d ever encountered.
But judging by the scene, Bai Xiao wasn’t exaggerating, because both foreigners were on the verge of breaking down and crying.
Could there still be any doubt?