<h4>Chapter 950: Chapter 950: Ruptured Blood Vessel</h4><h4></h4>


    On the day of the surgery, the operating room was the best one Ruiyin had, and all the doctors were in ce.


    Mike was wheeled into the operating room.


    Smith had already changed into surgical scrubs, and everyone was on high alert.


    Bai Xiao had also changed into surgical scrubs, but she was only there to observe.


    However, Bai Xiao wasn’t the only observer today; she was allowed to watch inside the operating room, and the camera for recording the surgery had long since been turned on.


    In the conference room outside, the deans and heads of surgery from various hospitals were all watching the footage.


    This was an opportunity rarely seen.


    Inside the operating room, Mike was already under anesthesia.


    The type of anesthesia used was not general anesthesia, as per Smith’s request. Throughout the surgery, Smith would continuously speak and interact with Mike to determine whether any sensitive regions—such as thenguage center or the optic nerve—were being disturbed. This approach was also very beneficial for the patient’s post-surgical recovery. Of course, such techniques had not yet been adopted by domestic hospitals.


    "The patient’s heart rate and blood pressure are normal; the surgery can begin."


    Smith’s trantor stood by, ready to trante at any moment. The trantor was pale and nauseated, struggling to focus on Smith’s face to avoid fainting from the gruesome scene.


    Mike, who now had a shaved head,y there with his head fixed to supports by bolts to prevent movement. The anesthetic was administered through the bolts but did not enter the brain itself, as the braincks pain receptors.


    From start to finish, the patient wouldn’t feel their head being poked or prodded.


    But the patient was conscious and could remember many parts of the surgery afterward.


    Smith marked the incision lines on Mike’s scalp, and thus the surgery officiallymenced.


    The scalp was gently cut open to expose the skull beneath. Holes were drilled at predetermined locations, and the skull was removed to reveal the dura mater. Once the dura mater was opened, the true intracranial view came into sight.


    It sounded simple, but for the people watching, it was still extremely gory.


    At least the trantor couldn’t handle it and ran to the side to vomit.


    Fortunately, the doctors’ English was decent, andmunication about the instruments posed no problems. Zhang Huan focused intently on Smith’s every move, seizing the rare opportunity for learning—he wouldn’t miss it.


    The tumor was now exposed, clearly visible in its location—a tumor two-thirds the size of a walnut red menacingly under the light.


    Smith carefully separated the surrounding tissues, taking maximum care not to damage nearby blood vessels and areas. With brain surgery, any degree of harm could leavesting seque for the patient.


    As the tumor removal progressed to the halfway point, beads of sweat poured down Smith’s forehead as if it were about to rain. A nurse beside him nervously wiped away the sweat.


    Bai Xiao observed the surgical process intently, and with the aid of her special ability, everything seemed magnified as if viewed through a microscope. Each of Smith’s techniques and movements, including his precise methods for locating blood vessels, were imprinted in Bai Xiao’s mind like recordings from a camera. Naturally, she could foresee the next steps with startling rity.


    With her special ability, she could present an exact image in her mind, ensuring that every step was precise to the tiniest detail.


    If she wanted, she could also perform the procedure—and even better.


    Bai Xiao frowned.


    Smith had made a mistake in this step! He overlooked the alignment of the adjacent nerve and blood vessel, and the bleeding spot could lead toplicationster on. If the patient hemorrhages post-surgery, it could result in troublesome seque.


    Something wasn’t right—Smith’s hemostatic forceps had touched the central nerve. Due to the tumor blocking the view, visibility wasn’t particrly clear, but if he continued at this angle, Mike might face a risk of paralysis.


    "Dr. Smith, directly below the hemostatic forceps is Dr. Mike’s central nerve. If you advance the forceps deeper than 0.001 millimeters, the patient may very likely face paralysis." Bai Xiao couldn’t remain silent.


    They were doctors and would not abandon the patient for the sake of someone’s rank or authority.


    Smith paused his hand, took an auxiliary instrument, and gently pushed away the surrounding tumor tissue. Finally, he saw the fine nerve structures beneath and was startled. His calctions had indeed been off; if he had proceeded with that forceps, Mike would most likely be paralyzed.


    This time, his forehead was covered in cold sweat.


    He shot a deep, probing nce at Bai Xiao. Wasn’t Bai Xiao a practitioner of Traditional Chinese Medicine?


    How was a Traditional Chinese Medicine doctor more capable than a Western doctor?


    Bai Xiao remained silent.


    Zhang Huan shot Bai Xiao a look of approval. Had Bai Xiao not spoken up, none of them would have noticed the potential risk just now.


    As a surgeon, he knew full well that the precision required in this area was incredibly challenging—one mistake could be fatal for the patient.


    Smith carefully extracted the tumor with forceps, while Zhang Huan worked on suturing the bleeding spots.


    "Dr. Smith, it’s bad—the patient’s artery has ruptured, and there’s massive bleeding!"


    At a speed visible to the naked eye, blood rapidly pooled. Zhang Huan persisted in swiftly clearing the blood away, yet it was quickly reced by fresh blood, blocking his view entirely! Without a clear sightline to locate the bleeding spot, stopping the hemorrhage was impossible.


    Smith spun around urgently, but the blood he had just cleared was again submerged by fresh waves of bleeding! The bleeding point appeared as fleeting as a mirage, making it nearly impossible to pinpoint.


    "The patient’s blood pressure is plummeting quickly, and heart rate is elerating. Extremely dangerous conditions."


    At this moment, everyone seemed at a loss—if the hemorrhage point couldn’t be controlled, this surgery would be an unprecedented failure.


    After the tumor was excised, no one had anticipated that a tiny hidden aneurysm would rupture and cause such severe consequences.


    "Dr. Smith! What should we do now?"


    Zhang Huan was growing frantic.


    Many pairs of eyes were now fixed on Smith, but even he was at his wit’s end. The choices were bleak—either take a reckless gamble and attempt to locate the hemorrhage point amidst the blood, an endeavor with almost zero uracy—or watch helplessly as the surgery failed.


    The brain wasn’t like the abdominal cavity, where space allowed for maneuvering. One misstep here could lead to new injuries that weren’t intended.


    Smith’s eyes reddened.


    His fingers trembled, hisposure and reasoning vanished, and the pressure of decision-making threatened to break him.


    "I’ll take over!"


    Bai Xiao walked directly to Smith’s side! She calmly took the hemostatic forceps from his hand. Herposed and unflinching demeanor left Smith without even the thought of hesitation—after all, it was Bai Xiao who had just prevented a major incident moments ago.


    Now, he had no reason to refuse her.


    Zhang Huan, however, did not agree. The situation was already critical, and initially, the responsibility fell on Dr. Smith. If Bai Xiao took over now, the burden of responsibility would shift.


    And if the surgery failed, it would no longer be clear whose fault it was.


    They shouldn’t be taking such a risk at this moment.


    "Dr. Bai, you and I both know we can’t urately locate the bleeding point. Don’t act recklessly!"


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