?Chapter 537:


    Elena entered and immediately noticed the pungent mix of medicinal odors and the mustiness of old age.


    The room, darkened by drawn ckout curtains, felt oppressively stuffy.


    Elena said, “Let’s get some fresh air in here.”


    Karen quickly replied, “My grandpa’s health is fragile. He can’t be exposed to the wind!”


    “Open the windows,” Elena said firmly, unwavering.


    Leo nced at Wesley for any sign of disagreement, found none, and opened the windows.


    As fresh air flowed in and light flooded the room, Elena could better assess Gerald’s weak condition. He was unconscious, breathing faintly through a respirator.


    Elena carefully examined Gerald. Though the situation was serious, treatment was still possible.


    Throughout, Karen watched Elena skeptically. Did Elena truly know anything about medicine? Examining Gerald’s body with bare hands hardly seemed professional! Nowadays, doctors used a wide range of instruments. What could Elena possibly diagnose with just her hands?


    It all looked like a mere performance.


    Karen began, “Do you actually know what you’re doing? Stop this act—”


    “Be quiet,” Elena interrupted sharply, not even looking up.


    Elena pressed her ear to Gerald’s chest, listening intently to his heartbeat, her brow furrowing unconsciously.


    Gerald’s heartbeat was dangerously slow—about 45 beats per minute—with periodic shudders.


    Elena’s fingertips rested on his pulse, confirming its slow, uneven rhythm. Her eyes dropped to notice a slight tremor in Gerald’s right hand—a movement so subtle only her keen observation caught it.


    Elena quickly knelt down and tapped Gerald’s knee, noting a marked decrease in the knee-jerk reflex, with the right side showing more noticeable weakness than the left.


    She continued her examination to Gerald’s eyes, observing a dted right pupil that reacted slowly.


    Fresh updates avable at ?@lnσνe?s


    Together, these signs led Elena to a grim diagnosis—an intracranial lesion was likely.


    Turning to Wesley, Elena exined her concerns. “The symptoms suggest a brain tumorpressing the brainstem and affecting nearby nerves. This is causing arrhythmia,ck of coordination, and facial numbness. We need to act quickly. It’s a life-threatening condition.”


    Karen’s disbelief was clear as her eyes widened—Elena had urately pinpointed the problem.


    Wesley responded calmly, “Is there a treatment you can perform?”


    “Yes, I can manage it,” Elena replied.


    Karen immediately retorted, “Stop bragging! Numerous doctors have examined Gerald’s tumor and hesitated to operate. The surrounding nerves are far too delicate. One wrong move could be fatal!”


    Elena acknowledged the challenge. “Yes, that’s exactly the difficulty.” Gerald’s tumor was in a tricky location, close to vital nerve centers, and had already begun pressing on surrounding nerves.


    .


    .


    .