Rebirth: My Dear Little Wife Is So Scheming
Chapter 597 Acute Appendicitis

Chapter 597: Chapter 597 Acute Appendicitis

Bai Xiao reflected on herself, realizing that her medical skills were quite superfluous; although powerful, under her deliberate disguise, they really didn’t stand out. No one thought they were remarkable, especially in the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine. You don’t even take the pulse or prescribe herbal recipes, how could any patient trust you?

Knowing this herself was useless, too.

But she had tasted the bitter fruit of fame and success in her previous life, and in this one, she would rather be regarded as a mediocrity.

That fierce way of showing off wasn’t her thing.

But now being criticized indirectly made things difficult! The Director was asking her to educate herself, and to be honest, it wasn’t that she couldn’t take a pulse—she could at least go through the motions if need be. In her previous life, she hadn’t learned the real thing but had picked up how to fake it.

But even after taking a pulse, she still wouldn’t know how to prescribe the right herbs. She couldn’t just recklessly prescribe a bunch of medicines to a patient.

Otherwise, who would be responsible if the patient developed complications from the medication?

She was here to treat and heal, not to harm.

It was really hard to find the right balance, to be regarded as useless while not drawing attention, hiding her special ability was definitely not something ordinary people could manage.

If anyone thought it was easy, they should try it themselves.

Life is not easy, cherish every step you take.

Bai Xiao looked at her hands, weren’t you meant to hold a healing pot, treat the sick, and help the injured and dying?

This was the price you wanted to pay.

The next day, Bai Xiao also felt that she had been too much. As soon as she spoke up, patients would definitely prefer to see a different doctor. But whether she spoke or not made no difference; if she didn’t take the pulse or prescribe any herbs, which patient would dare to let her treat them this way?

What other special ability could be more frustrating than hers?

The golden finger had become useless.

Oh dear!

Jin Junshan had not eaten breakfast that morning because he was too busy. His child had a fever last night and his wife didn’t sleep all night caring for the child. She was so busy taking care of the children, two of whom needed to go to school, that she simply didn’t have time to cook for him; he was told to handle meals in the cafeteria. But as soon as he arrived, he got busy with a meeting because today a delegation of foreign medical specialists was visiting their hospital for a study visit.

Touching his faintly aching abdomen, Jin Junshan gave a bitter smile. He had chronic gastritis, but the pain today seemed unusually sinister. Finally, the meeting ended and Jin Junshan breathed a sigh of relief. Back in his office, he fetched his tea mug, poured a cup of hot water, and took out biscuits from his desk drawer, his personal stockpile for times when he was too busy to eat properly.

No sooner had he taken a bite of a biscuit than he suddenly clutched his stomach, his face color changing.

Cold sweat, as large as soybeans, streamed down from his forehead and cheeks.

Something was wrong!

No need to say much, being a doctor himself, Jin Junshan clearly understood that this felt like appendicitis, acute appendicitis.

Clutching his belly, he staggered outside for help; acute appendicitis could be excruciating and could even be fatal if it led to perforation.

And today, of all days, Wang Zhiwen was off, and there was no one in his office.

Jin Junshan stumbled to the nurses’ station.

The nurses had just finished a busy morning and were taking a moment to catch their breath.

They saw the Director approaching.

"Director Jin, what’s the matter?"

At this time, Director Jin shouldn’t normally have anything pressing, right?

The young nurse was curious.

But then she saw the color on Jin Junshan’s face and got scared.

"Director, Director, what’s wrong with you?"

"Quick... take me... to... Surgery..." Jin Junshan was in so much pain he collapsed on the floor.

The nurses scrambled to lift Jin Junshan onto the emergency bed and wheeled him toward Surgery.

At this time, Bai Xiao was leisurely taking the pulse of a patient.