"You shouldn’t just be a Traditional Chinese Medicine Doctor over there; you’re also doing the work of a surgeon." Dr. Xue sensed something extraordinary—the talent was truly admirable.
Bai Xiao shook her head, "The work of a surgeon I do is mostly just dressing wounds; I rarely need to suture them. The thing I do most often is just acupuncture anesthesia."
Dr. Xue still held her in high regard. Such doctors deserve admiration: even on the battlefield, they don’t forget to solidify their professional knowledge. This must be the source of Bai Xiao’s concept of integrating Chinese and Western medicine.
He couldn’t help but imagine a vivid scene: Bai Xiao using acupuncture for anesthesia while intensely studying surgical techniques. This kind of practical experience definitely isn’t as casual as she makes it sound—the brutality of the battlefield cannot be described in mere words.
This kid is truly amazing.
Dr. Xue suddenly had a wild idea: perhaps he should throw all his disciples from the hospital onto the frontlines to sharpen their skills. Maybe they’d return as top-tier talents.
If Dr. Xue’s disciples found out that it was all because of Bai Xiao, leading to their collective upheaval, they might cry themselves to death.
Bai Xiao had no idea about Dr. Xue’s intentions; otherwise, she’d surely try to stop him. She’s not the same as those people.
Heading to the frontlines doesn’t necessarily make one an elite; it might result in dying as an elite.
"Alright, Bai Xiao, your integration of Chinese and Western medicine has great potential!" Dr. Xue was already grinning from ear to ear.
In his heart, he’d already decided Bai Xiao would be his last disciple—whether she agreed or not.
Bai Xiao felt relieved at this point. It seemed her special ability hadn’t gone too far.
That’s good. She didn’t expect this to make her possibly qualified with some simple skills as a surgeon.
Bai Xiao secretly chuckled to herself.
If she’d known her special ability could be used this way, she would’ve bee a surgeon in this lifetime. At least then, she’d be able to treat everything. Acupuncture had limited her to many fields—what a miscalculation.
It was because she’d lacked ambition in her previous life, just muddling along, living as if she had no will to live, so she’d never cared about her special ability—not even bothering to research it. Others studied her, but she’d never thought to study herself.
That’s why she spent that life in a haze.
Otherwise, things should’ve been different long ago—she wouldn’t have ended up so passive this time around.
What a stroke of luck. Should she be thanking Wei Shufen at least once?
If not for that person’s schemes, she wouldn’t have stumbled into unlocking her special ability through bullets.
Nor would there have been a battlefield wedding. It seems this lifetime is entirely different from the last.
She didn’t just gain a natural fireplace to heal her residual symptoms anytime but also opened up new directions for her special ability.
Oh, right.
It seems that recently, the residual symptoms of her special ability have almost disappeared. Except for that one time during detoxification, when the massive expenditure caused coldness and fainting, she hasn’t experienced issues with residual symptoms at all.
"Dr. Bai, Dr. Bai, would you consider going to our Medical University in America for further training? We have advanced equipment and surgeons ranked among the world’s top ten. If you’re willing, I can be your mentor. Tuition and living expenses are no issue—I can help you apply for scholarships and grants," Mike said, filled with joy at discovering talent.
Dr. Xue’s intentions were obvious to him, but he couldn’t help trying to poach talent anyway.
Talented individuals are rare treasures.
Dr. Xue wasn’t having it.
"Mr. Mike, Mr. Smith, don’t leave the guest hanging—it’s rude. Vice Principal Zhao, please show the guests to the meeting room; we’re in the middle of a lesson here." He bluntly ushered them out.
What a joke—trying to steal his talent? Dream on.
The old man had finally spotted a promising seedling; there’s no way he’d let them waltz in and take her away.
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