Chapter 238

"Can you do it?"

Tara's eyes widened in surprise. She hadn't expected Cameron to possess such a skill.

"I'd say there's a 50% chance," Cameron replied thoughtfully, unwilling to offer a full guarantee.

"50%?" Tara gasped, sharply inhaling. She knew that for someone with late-stage liver cancer like her grandfather, science offered little hope of a cure; only a delay of the inevitable.

"Yes," Cameron nodded.

"Do you have a way to do it?" Amazement filled Tara's eyes. She would have dismissed such a claim from anyone else, but Cameron's exceptional physical condition made it seem somewhat credible. She suspected he might have a method.

"I'll use traditional medicine, but I need to see the patient first to be sure. I can't make any promises," Cameron explained.

"Traditional medicine?" Tara's gaze flickered; her belief in Cameron's words growing. As a surgeon trained in modern medicine, she had exhausted all conventional treatments—chemotherapy and radiation—for her grandfather, with little effect beyond increased suffering. That's why she had turned to traditional medicine, which had shown some temporary, albeit insignificant, improvement in suppressing her grandfather's condition's worsening.

Recently, his condition had deteriorated sharply, leaving her feeling helpless and desperate. This experience highlighted the potential of traditional medicine, but she hadn't found a true expert. If she could find one, perhaps there was still hope.

"Let's go, Cameron. I'll take you to my grandfather right now!" Tara's eyes lit up, and she grabbed his arm.

"Uh Dr. Smith, is your grandfather's condition critical? If it's not urgent, I need to head back first," Cameron said, gesturing to his traditional medicine.

"It's urgent. My grandfather has been moved to the ICU!" Tara said urgently.

"I understand." Cameron took a deep breath, quickly messaging Dakota to wait. Then, he accompanied Tara to the General Hospital, heading straight for the ICU.

A group of doctors and nurses gathered outside the ICU. Tara's heart sank. She hurried to one of the doctors. "Dr. Henderson, what's happened to my grandfather?"

"Dr. Smith I'm sorry, but there's some bad news" James Henderson hesitated.

"Tell me" Tara's heart pounded.

"Well This morning, your grandfather's condition was relatively stable. But just now, it suddenly worsened. We've done everything we could, and even Mr. Kennedy took charge, but the outlook is grim You should be prepared for the worst," James advised gently.

"My grandfather wouldn't" Tara murmured, her face paling.

"By the way, Dr. Henderson, I've brought a traditional medicine practitioner with me. Maybe he can help," Tara said, regaining her focus and turning to Cameron.

"Traditional medicine?" Dr. Henderson looked uncomfortable, his skepticism—common among those trained in modern medicine—evident. He likely equated it with quackery.

"Cameron, let's go in," Tara said, wanting to waste no more time. Saving her grandfather was paramount. She pinned her hopes on Cameron.

"Okay," Cameron nodded firmly, ready to enter the ICU.

"Stop right there, kid!" A disdainful voice cut through the air.

It was Mikel Kennedy, the head of the department and hospital director. He looked at Cameron with scorn. "Since when can just anyone claim to be a doctor? And Dr. Smith, you're a trained physician! You should know better. If modern medicine can't cure an illness, traditional medicine can't either. Are you sure this guy isn't fooling you?"

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