Rebirth: My Dear Little Wife Is So Scheming

Chapter 977: Chapter 977: Making a Choice

"Dr. Bai! You can’t be serious, right? The patient doesn’t show any symptoms."

Director Xu didn’t distrust Bai Xiao; however, he trusted the machines more.

"Director Xu, I come from a Traditional Chinese Medicine background. During the process of pulse diagnosis, I determined the issue. I’m not joking—performing the surgery one minute earlier reduces the danger by one minute. If we wait until after the surgery and the patient lapses into a coma, things will be far worse." This is no laughing matter.

Bai Xiao was extremely serious and responsible.

Her special ability never lied.

Besides, even if she wanted to lie, she wouldn’t use this to fabricate a lie.

The operating room fell silent.

Bai Xiao’s reputation in Surgery had been heard of! Though most people didn’t associate this "Dr. Bai" with that "Dr. Bai."

Many nurses and doctors were stealthily observing Director Xu.

Few dared to challenge his authority.

Especially an intern.

An intern doesn’t even count as a proper doctor, particularly not on their first day in the ER.

Boldness like this was rare among young trainees.

"Call Neurosurgery immediately. Have them send doctors down for consultation—it’s urgent. Given the patient’s current conditions, performing a brain CT is impossible. What should we do now?"

Unexpectedly, Director Xu didn’t raise any doubts.

His decision surprised everyone.

"Hurry and make the call! During the surgery earlier, I noticed the patient’s coma appeared unusual. Heart rate and blood pressure seemed fine, just slightly on the lower side. I assumed it was caused by excessive blood loss and the patient’s eye redness, but now Dr. Bai might really be right."

Every minute was a race against death.

Ten minutes later, He Xin was still suturing while Zhang Huan arrived with others. Their surgical scrubs were already changed. Consulting in the operating room wasn’t unheard of, but it was definitely unusual.

"What’s going on?"

Zhang Huan was the Head of Neurosurgery. Generally, a consultation wouldn’t require someone of his rank! But coincidentally, Zhang Huan had just handed Bai Xiao and He Xin over to Director Xu, only to be summoned back for a consultation in the ER moments afterward.

Especially mid-operation—this situation was indeed peculiar. Upon asking, Zhang Huan naturally worried that his junior disciple might’ve caused trouble.

Afraid that Bai Xiao, with her impulsiveness, had challenged ER norms or acted recklessly, it was easy for things to spiral into chaos.

He regretted somewhat allowing himself to be persuaded by her earlier.

"The patient may be at risk of cerebral hemorrhage. The surgery is ongoing, and it’s impossible to conduct a brain CT. You’re here to consult and examine," answered Director Xu. noveldrama

Such scenarios weren’t common.

Immediately, Zhang Huan started working with another neurosurgeon to perform the examination.

Without machine-assisted diagnostics, relying entirely on human judgement, they could still achieve roughly 90% accuracy.

"What’s the result?" Director Xu and the rest had transitioned from primary surgeons to secondary assistants.

"It’s not optimistic. Right now, it indeed appears to be a ruptured cerebral aneurysm. This is confirmed, but without scan imaging, pinpointing the aneurysm’s exact location isn’t possible. Performing craniotomy becomes significantly more complex."

Even Zhang Huan’s expression turned grim; such cases weren’t straightforward.

Neurosurgery isn’t something to be trifled with.

Without knowing the exact position, the risk of performing a craniotomy escalates exponentially.

Everyone fell into silence.

"The patient’s condition is extremely dangerous. Every minute we delay increases the risk of death significantly."

Zhang Huan couldn’t come up with a better solution.

No human could surpass the accuracy of machines.

"We should communicate with the patient’s family. We may very likely need to issue a critical condition notice."

It seemed unavoidable.

Bai Xiao stepped forward and drew an outline within someone else’s conceptual range.

"I can guarantee that the ruptured cerebral aneurysm falls within this area."

She couldn’t stand by watching the patient die—this was a human life at stake.

Zhang Huan remained silent.

It wasn’t a matter of believing or doubting Bai Xiao; if she were wrong, even by the slightest margin, the patient’s death wouldn’t be the only cost—Bai Xiao’s career would be over.

And his own.

The renowned Head of Neurosurgery might similarly fall from grace and be relegated to obscurity.

This could jeopardize his entire career.

"If this surgery must proceed, let me take the lead. I will bear full responsibility."

Bai Xiao looked at the patient’s severe retinal hemorrhaging and knew that delaying further meant the patient—cranial surgery or not—might not survive.

It wasn’t that she didn’t want to save him, but such lifesaving efforts required methods far beyond the ordinary. She fully understood that her abilities now didn’t trail behind those of her past; modern medical techniques provided a way, but why risk exposing her unique skill?

Now, she was a doctor!

A top-tier doctor.

Zhang Huan paused. Was this about who would perform the surgery?

"Dr. Bai, that’s not the problem!"

"If the problem isn’t with the surgery, then proceed with preparations!" Bai Xiao calmly glanced at the patient’s heart rate and blood pressure, both of which were continuing to drop. That was dangerous.

"Let me do it!"

If there were risks, a senior authoritative doctor should bear them—not to shirk responsibility.

Zhang Huan was a principled, upright doctor. As Professor Xue’s first disciple, he embodied the ideal surgeon. Of course, his trust wasn’t blind; it was rooted in numerous craniotomy collaborations with Bai Xiao. Every time they planned a surgery, Bai Xiao demonstrated meticulous foresight.

Granted, those cases were supported by machine data and imaging! But even in surgery, Bai Xiao had an uncanny ability to perceive differences down to the smallest margins.

This earned her Zhang Huan’s trust.

Trust arising from unmatched skill.

"Director Zhang!"

The doctors accompanying him grew anxious.

As the deputy dean, Zhang Huan’s current position allowed no room for error. He was just one step away from becoming Dean.

At such critical junctures, taking on this surgery represented enormous risks!

"Sir, you can’t proceed. You’ve already performed one surgery today. Physically, you don’t have the stamina to complete this operation—it’s not one or two hours of work; you simply can’t do it!"

The doctor was part of Zhang Huan’s inner circle. His rise meant career advancements for them as well, but failure for Zhang Huan would spell collective misfortune for his loyalists, likely shelving them permanently.

No one wanted to see such a disaster.

Though Director Xu dealt with Surgery, his experience in Neurosurgery was hardly sufficient to contribute effectively.

"Let me do it! Director Zhang, trust me—I’ll lead the operation!"

There wasn’t room for excessive debate at this point.

Bai Xiao turned to the nurses and instructed, "Take Director Zhang out of the room. Director Xu, I’ll need you to assist me—you’re the best candidate for this situation."

She needed someone experienced enough to handle sudden challenges, and no one there surpassed Director Xu in expertise.

Director Xu nodded firmly. "Understood, I’ll assist you."

The operating room sprang into action. Craniotomies were entirely different from internal suturing.

The entire team was scrambling.

Zhang Huan had already been escorted out, watching from the adjacent observation room equipped with recording equipment to monitor the operation.