<h4>Chapter 921: Chapter 921: Contempt</h4><h4></h4>


    "It’s okay, it’s just the size of a soybean. With surgery and chemotherapy, there should be a great hope of cure. You have to believe in this. We are doctors ourselves, we must believe in science!" Smith screamed hysterically. Their words were meant tofort themselves, but even though the tumor was only the size of a soybean, if it was malignant, it would be much more serious.


    Moreover, the process of chemotherapy is not something that ordinary people can endure. Many people cannot persist through it.


    In fact, many people don’t die from cancer, but from theck of determination to keep going because it’s too painful.


    Mike patted his old friend, who was also arade in arms, on the shoulder, "It’s okay, I’m prepared!"


    "Dr. Bai, I didn’t expect you to be able to tell. Did you really do it through your Traditional Chinese Medicine pulse diagnosis? Without even using any machine equipment, can it be as precise as a biopsy?" Mike still couldn’t believe it.


    He was there just moments ago. Those few seconds of handshake were too brief. He had actually seen pulse diagnosis before. An old TCM doctor with grey hair ced three fingers of one hand on a patient’s wrist, while the other hand stroked his own grey beard. He squinted, looking profoundly mysterious, and said many vague things. In their eyes, this was fraud.


    In America, TCM is equated to fraud.


    Only those Chinese would go see such doctors. Americans would never believe in such nonsense.


    "Mr. Mike, Traditional Chinese Medicine is a unique culture of China. It is not just what you see on the surface. It’s broad and profound with many legends that have been longsting, even now. TCM can actually do more and better. You shouldn’t reject it just because of your shallow ignorance. Like Western Medicine, TCM is also dedicated to treating and saving people, and our TCM is gentler. Our schools have already begun integrating Traditional and Western Medicine, opening up a new avenue of life for the masses.


    Reducing pain and benefiting humanity."


    This statement was made with a guilty conscience.


    Bai Xiao herself felt guilty. She wasn’t that great.


    It is a massive human endeavor. Even if she wanted to do it, it’s not necessarily achievable.


    Smith suddenly remembered something, and the sadness on his face was reced by excitement, "Mike, let’s return home now and conduct a prompt check. I want to operate on you personally. I believe you will be fine."


    "Don’t be like that. We are here to work. Let’s finish the tasks at hand first, then I can peacefully receive treatment."


    Mike and Smith had a deep rtionship. They have been partners for many years, not biological brothers, but closer than brothers.


    Smith looked at the people in front of him, feeling somewhat annoyed. The medical standards of these people were vastly different from those of their country. The evaluation they were here to conduct, simply put, was to establish a tform for medical skill exchange! To allow a broad range of doctors to share their opinions and insights, also to improve medical skills and raise the overall professional standards of the doctor profession.


    But China clearly did not meet their expectations from the start. Their nitpicking was also due to certain selfish motives regarding the election results.


    "Dr. Xue, although we have epted your application, you actually do not qualify at the moment. Do you still want to continue thepetition?" He felt it was aplete waste of time.


    A waste of his friend’s life.


    Dr. Xue was somewhat angry. Were these words not meant to belittle them?


    American doctors are people, doctors from other countries are people, yet Chinese doctors are not?