The next day, Wang Yi's right foot examination results came out.
The doctor told Wang Yi, "You overused your right foot after the injury, causing necrosis in part of the tissue. It may need to be removed."
The moment those words were spoken, everyone's faces darkened.
Wang Yi gave a bleak smile and nodded.
"If there's really no other way, then..."
Before he could finish, Baiyin shook her head beside him.
"I looked at the MRI results. Maybe I can give it a try."
Nicole immediately gripped Baiyin's hand tightly.
"Sister Baiyin, you have to cure him. You have to cure him!"
Baiyin nodded gently.
"I can only do my best, but I can't guarantee that I'll be able to cure him."
Nicole wanted to say something more.
But Wang Yi cut her off.
"Let Sister Baiyin try. I believe in her."
At that moment, the doctors who had examined Wang Yi exchanged glances.
They shook their heads slightly. In their eyes, this was simply impossible to cure.
Doctor Anderson, the lead physician, adjusted his glasses and pointed at the MRI scans, his tone grave.
"Wang, I must tell you once again. The deep soft tissue in your right ankle has suffered irreversible necrosis. The vascular blockage is severe, and there is extensive nerve damage. By modern medical standards, the only option is to remove the necrotic tissue. Otherwise, once the infection spreads, we may not be able to save the entire leg."
A young doctor beside him snorted disdainfully. Looking at Baiyin standing nearby, he spoke quietly, but loudly enough for everyone to hear.
"What era is this? And you still believe in acupuncture and herbal medicine? Necrotic tissue can't grow back on its own. That's basic biology. This is just delaying treatment."
Another senior physician shook his head