Chapter 247

"Did he actually wake up?"

Mikel stared in astonishment at Dylan, who was gradually awakening on the bed. His eyes were wide with disbelief.

"The patient actually woke up?" Doctors and nurses at the doorway craned their necks to peer inside the ward. They were amazed by Cameron's medical skills.

"Grandpa!"

Seeing her grandfather waking up, Tara was overwhelmed with joy, tears streaming down her face. Nothing could have excited her more.

"My dear Tara, why are you crying" Dylan opened his eyes to see Tara's tears. A kind smile spread across his weary face.

"I'm not crying, Grandpa. I'm just so happy." Tara wiped away her tears; her eyes sparkled excitedly.

"Where am I?" Dylan looked around.

His voice was weak as he took in the sophisticated medical equipment surrounding him.

"You're in the ICU, but you're alright now—thanks to Cameron!" Tara beamed.

"Cameron?" Dylan was momentarily taken aback.

"This is him, Grandpa." Tara gestured toward Cameron, who was standing nearby.

"Let me look at the young benefactor," Dylan said, attempting to sit up.

"Sir, you're still weak. It's best to rest in bed for now," Cameron intervened, stepping closer so Dylan could see him clearly.

"So, it's you, young man. Thank you," Dylan said with a smile.

"That's very kind of you, sir. Saving lives is a doctor's duty, and Dr. Smith is also a good friend of mine," Cameron replied gently.

Tara watched Cameron, her eyes softening at his smile.

"Haha, so you're a friend of Tara, eh?" Dylan's laughter turned into a cough.

"Grandpa!" Tara's heart tensed again at the sound.

"Sir, with all due respect, please don't talk for now. You're still very weak and need at least a day of rest," Cameron advised quickly.

"Cameron, is my grandfather really okay?" Tara asked anxiously.

"Don't worry. I've already used silver needles to draw out all the toxins from your grandfather's liver," Cameron reassured her. To further ease her mind, he explained, "Your grandfather's current weakness is due to the multiple rounds of radiation and chemotherapy he underwent, combined with incorrect medication. All of that has severely depleted his vital energy. Many parts of his body need to recover."

He continued, "But with proper nutritional intake, he'll recover quickly. As for his liver cirrhosis and nodular hyperplasia, I'll administer acupuncture once a week for the next month. I'll give you a prescription later. Just follow the instructions, get the medicine, and ensure your grandfather takes it on time every day. Within a month, he should be fully healed. Also, you can administer some penicillin. Though it's modern medicine, it can be greatly beneficial, preventing secondary bacterial infections with virtually no side effects."

"Penicillin?" Tara's eyes lit up. Her admiration for Cameron grew. "Cameron, I didn't expect you, being trained in traditional medicine, to have such a good understanding of modern medicine too!"

She reflected that all these—imaging studies, dialysis, and penicillin—were elements of modern medicine. She thought Cameron might dismiss modern medicine, like many doctors in their hospital who looked down on and rejected traditional medicine, considering it a remnant of the past; they wouldn't even bother to learn about it.

"Be it traditional or modern medicine, it's never about prejudice. As long as the medicine cures the patient, it's good," Cameron replied gently.

Tara was moved by his words.

"Well said!"

Some doctors began to applaud Cameron.

"Yes! Well said, young man. Whatever heals the patient is good medicine!"

"Exactly! Our original intention in studying medicine was to save lives and aid the injured. Why should we differentiate between traditional and modern medicine?"

More and more doctors voiced their support. They were impressed by his medical skills and demeanor.

Hearing the praise, Mikel's expression darkened. A renowned cancer expert and director of a top-tier hospital, he felt overshadowed by a "so-called doctor." He realized Tara favored Cameron, dismissing it as luck. He considered the silver needle treatment a joke.

Chapter 247 (continued)

He laughed sarcastically. "Heh, just a blind cat running into a dead mouse. What's there to be proud of? As far as I'm concerned, Mr. Smith's illness hasn't been cured. He just used external forces to stimulate the old man and wake him from his coma."

The cold laughter silenced the room. Cameron's eyes narrowed; he had tolerated Mikel for long enough. He couldn't believe Mikel was willing to gamble with a patient's life for his own motives.

Before Cameron could speak, Tara retorted sharply, "If you're as capable as you claim, why didn't you step in earlier? And is it really that hard to acknowledge someone else's excellence?"

Mikel was left speechless.

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