Nianyang didn’t mention that the mortality rate for severe aplastic anemia in the 90s was over 80%. Basically, if someone had a chronic form of the disease, they could endure for a while, but the acute form meant dying on the spot.
But who made her a doctor from the future? She possesses the most advanced medical technology of the future, and along with a miraculous Medical Space, treating such a disease is certainly no problem!
Upon hearing that his wife could be saved, He Cheng was so excited he was about to cry,
"Is it true, Divine Doctor? My wife can be saved, right? Please, save her!"
"Yes, she can be saved, but your wife’s internal bleeding is severe, and chemicals are still present in her blood. Immediate treatment is needed to suppress the infection.
After this, the recovery period will be a bit long as well. It takes some time for the medication to reach the lesion. For complete recovery, it will likely take approximately half a year of further treatment before your wife’s blood cell count returns to normal."
Upon hearing there’s a possibility of a cure, He Cheng was extremely grateful. He had deep feelings for his wife and wanted her to return to normal more than anyone else. If his wife could be cured, he wouldn’t mind six months of treatment or even giving his life in exchange.
Nianyang asked He Cheng to take care of his wife, as she needed to think carefully about the specific treatment plan. After all, she hadn’t performed surgery in a while and had to review in the Space to avoid any mishaps during the procedure.
So for the next two days, Nianyang stayed in the medical room, ostentatiously claiming to be thinking about the treatment plan, but in reality, she was hiding in the Space studying materials on treating aplastic anemia.
The ancient books left by her ancestors happened to have a treatment plan for this illness. Nianyang studied it for two nights and finally decided to proceed with the splenectomy surgery.
However, when she proposed this method, He Cheng hesitated,
"You want to remove my wife’s spleen; is that really okay?"
In this era, many people couldn’t accept surgical treatment. To ordinary people, cutting into the body seemed like a death wish, and many were terrified.
"You don’t need to worry. Splenectomy for treating aplastic anemia has a history of nearly a hundred years and poses no danger. However, if you’re not willing, I won’t force you, but it’s currently the only way to save your wife."
He Cheng was still very hesitant, but looking at his wife lying lifeless on the hospital bed, he gritted his teeth and said, "Alright, alright, I trust you, Divine Doctor!"
At this moment, a man and a woman burst into the ward with five or six people resembling bodyguards!
"Dad, are you crazy? You’re letting a snot-nosed little girl operate on Mom. Do you want her to die on the operating table?"
The leader, He Biping, yelled as soon as he entered. He was He Cheng’s son!
Standing next to him was Ni Jia’s distant aunt, also He Biping’s newlywed wife. Upon hearing from Ni Jia that an impersonating Divine Doctor who was actually a quack was treating her mother-in-law, she hurriedly brought He Biping over to stop it.
"Yes, Dad, I’m telling you, this woman is a traditional Chinese doctor. Everyone knows Chinese medicine kills people, and how can a Chinese doctor perform surgery? She’s a swindler trying to con our family’s money, don’t be fooled!"
"So you’re a traditional Chinese doctor?" Hearing his son and daughter-in-law’s words, He Cheng’s expression towards Nianyang changed instantly, filled with skeptical uncertainty.
"I am indeed a traditional Chinese doctor," Nianyang admitted openly, not caring in the slightest what others thought of traditional Chinese medicine, and she was proud to be a practitioner.
He Cheng immediately hardened his expression, reprimanding Ma Shu, "Doctor Ma, how could you let a traditional Chinese doctor treat my wife? Are you trying to kill her?"