"Mr. Smith, aren’t you being too arbitrary? The association demands fairness and impartiality, which are essential for unstoppable progress in medical development. Your attitude right now makes me seriously question the fairness of the association." Dr. Xue was not someone to be trifled with; after all, she represented the top professors in China and was a world-class talent with significant influence on an international scale.
Mike hurriedly waved his hand, "Dr. Xue! I apologize, my friend was overly concerned about my condition, leading to this misunderstanding. The competition will proceed as scheduled, and we will perform the most impartial evaluations." He was a serious man, one who would never act with a hint of bias.
Bai Xiao nodded, full of admiration. This was the Mike she knew, this was the principle by which Doctor Mike conducted himself.
Smith didn’t have any private motives; Smith was just inherently biased against China. It’s like racial discrimination—something ingrained deeply in one’s mindset—and changing such perspectives is not something that can be achieved overnight.
She held no personal prejudice against Smith and Mike, but whether she liked them or not was beside the point. From her own stance, safeguarding her country’s honor was absolutely justified.
"Mr. Mike, if my diagnosis is not mistaken, although your tumor is not large in size, it has already started compressing the blood vessels and nerves. If my judgment is correct, it could easily lead to paralysis, mobility disorders, hallucinations, blindness, or self-muttering symptoms. I have no additional suggestions but, indeed, you must take good care of yourself and seek prompt treatment. This tumor is a growing type, meaning its growth rate is very rapid. I hope you take this seriously."
This was well-intentioned and also a testament to her confidence in her own medical skills. In this world, there wasn’t a disease that her special ability couldn’t detect.
The toxins from that day were perhaps the hardest type of condition to predict—it wasn’t an illness! It was poison!
She could forgive herself for having exhausted her special ability.
Mike chuckled, "Dr. Bai, relying solely on pulse diagnosis, you’re able to make such definitive claims. So, do you have a treatment plan?" This was purely a joke. Tumors, especially malignant tumors, remain an unresolved challenge in the medical field. Neither Traditional Chinese Medicine nor Western Medicine has reliable methods, and approaches generally focus on surgery combined with conservative treatments.
"Doctor Mike, if you’re willing to trust, the medical college’s research on integrating Chinese and Western medicine has promising prospects. You could give our treatment plan a try. Of course, the initial treatment involves surgical removal, paired with our subsequent acupuncture therapy and Chinese medicinal formulas. It should be a relatively effective treatment approach." She would never make absolute guarantees about a cure.
She could cure it, but she didn’t want a flood of cancer patients rushing in just because they believed. She knew clearly that their success relied on her special ability.
If it really came down to it, significant achievements in Traditional Chinese Medicine require years of research before results are visible.
She wouldn’t mislead others or push Traditional Chinese Medicine into the limelight recklessly.
Otherwise, instead of revitalizing Traditional Chinese Medicine, it would likely lead to ruin.
Smith sneered coldly, "Flowery words and eloquence. Up until now, your Traditional Chinese Medicine hasn’t even developed a single verified treatment theory, and yet you boast shamelessly that your conservative treatment methods are safer and more practical. You even claim that your Traditional Chinese Medicine can replace chemotherapy. This is probably the most absurd joke I’ve ever heard."
No matter what, Smith was absolutely unwilling to believe in that so-called Traditional Chinese Medicine acupuncture—even under the direst circumstances, he would never believe it.