"Grandma's condition is better than expected. Keep up with the nutritional meals
and the acupuncture treatments. Her cardiopulmonary functions will recover in half a month." She set Kiera's chart aside.
Kiera, who had been respectfully helped back into her hospital bed, beamed at Serena's words. "Good, good. I'll listen to you, sweetheart. Whatever treatment you recommend, I'll do it."
She glanced at Mr. White, who was standing beside her granddaughter like an eager student, frantically taking notes on a notepad.
He looked incredibly attentive.
It was obvious now.
This Mr. White had clearly been thoroughly conquered by her granddaughter's medical genius in the past.
Serena picked up the other file, tapping her finger against a brain CT scan. Her tone grew heavier. "Grandpa's condition is exactly as I suspected. It's a bit tricky."
Holden blinked in surprise. "Me? I'm perfectly healthy. Aside from the occasional dizzy spell, I'm right as rain."
"The dizziness is an early warning sign," Serena said, narrowing her eyes. "Do you also experience occasional blurred vision and numbness in your limbs? You probably thought it was just bad eyesight and arthritis, but it's actually being caused by a cerebral aneurysm."
"It's in a highly precarious location, compressing your optic nerve and some motor nerves. It's stable for now, but if it's triggered and ruptures, the consequences would be catastrophic."
Holden and Kiera both paled. "How... how could it be that serious?"
White's face drained of color.
These two patients had been at his facility for years, yet he had completely missed the issue in Holden's brain.
The location was so obscure that it was nearly impossible to detect, even on advanced imaging.
If Serena hadn't pointed it out...
The consequences would have been unimaginable.
Cold sweat broke out across White's forehead. "I'll... I'll schedule an immediate MRI for confirmation!"
"Don't bother." Serena handed the scan to White. "Given the location, a
conventional surgery carries extreme risks. One wrong move and he could end up paralyzed, or worse, brain dead."
Mr. White's voice shook. "Then... what do we do?"
"We'll use the modified acupuncture protocol I gave you before, combined with a minimally invasive drainage procedure. It won't be a problem."
White scribbled furiously. Staring at his notes, his eyes lit up. "Yes! That approach works perfectly! It minimizes the risks and drastically increases the success rate. Mentor, if you publish this surgical plan, it'll send shockwaves through the entire medical community!"
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"I only care about restoring my grandparents health," Serena replied calmly. "Follow this protocol to prep him. Once his vitals are stable enough for surgery, we'll move forward don't e with the scalpel, so it be the fead surgeon."
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White nodded emphatically. "Of course. No one else is qualified for a surgery like
this. I'll act as your assistant!"
Serena gave a curt nod. "Alright, we're done here. You can go."
"Yes, Mentor,
gather the specialist
team to review the details
immediately!" Mr. White was
practically vibrating with excitement at the chance to study the customized recovery plan Serena had drafted.
The way he looked at her went far beyond mere respect.
It was pure reverence, as if he were gazing upon a god.
Nodding non-stop, he clutched the thick stack of reports and his precious notes,
eagerly leading the rest of the medical staff out of the room.