Western Medical Textbook

Dr. Rowan Lin nodded and said, "This poison is taken by the mother and passed on to the fetus. It penetrates the baby's bloodstream, circulates throughout the body, and causes irreversible damage."

"Then—then what if we replaced all the baby's blood?" Quentin Lin suddenly grabbed Dr. Rowan Lin's sleeve. "Dad, if the baby's blood is toxic, and we replace it with clean blood, can the baby be saved?"

Dr. Rowan Lin frowned. "Quentin, a person's blood is given by the mother at birth and stays with them for life. How could you possibly replace all their blood like you say? That's simply impossible. Quentin, as a physician, you can't let your imagination run wild, or you could harm your patient."

But Quentin Lin insisted, almost obsessed: "Dad, what if it could be done? If we could replace all the blood, wouldn't the child get better?"

Dr. Rowan Lin said, "If you could truly replace all the blood, swapping out the poisoned blood for healthy blood, there might be a sliver of hope. But it's hard to say how much, because the poison has already been in the child's body for some time. We don't know the extent of the internal damage. If it's irreversible, then even a transfusion would only delay the onset of severe symptoms, not cure them entirely."

Quentin Lin's eyes lit up. "Dad, so if the child's organs and brain aren't badly damaged, a full blood transfusion could still save them!"

Dr. Rowan Lin sighed helplessly. "Quentin, but a blood transfusion is simply impossible! One of our Lin ancestors, nicknamed the Mad Doctor, once tried something similar—injecting blood from one person into another. But the recipient died within a day. Quentin, this child may be slow, but at least she's alive. If you really tried a transfusion, you might kill her right now!"

"No, Dad, transfusions are possible! I read about it in a Western Medical Textbook! You can't just swap blood at random—the blood types have to match, or it could kill the patient instantly!" Quentin Lin said quickly.

"Quentin, are you reading that nonsense Western Medical Textbook again!? How many times have I told you, that's barbarian nonsense—I've told you not to read it, but you never listen! The Lin Family's medical texts are profound and endless, why would you study that barbarian rubbish!" Dr. Rowan Lin was furious when he heard Quentin's words.

But Quentin Lin insisted, "Dad, the Western Medical Textbook spells it out clearly: as long as the blood types match, you can transfuse blood! That means I could give the child a complete transfusion—maybe I could save her!"

"Nonsense! Quentin, you've lost your mind!" Dr. Rowan Lin scolded.

"Dad!" Suddenly, Su Li spoke up, grabbing Quentin Lin's sleeve as if clutching a lifeline. "Quentin, did you really see methods for blood type testing and transfusion?"

Quentin Lin nodded vigorously. "Sister Li, you have to believe me—I really saw it in the Western Medical Textbook! But for blood type testing, drawing blood, and transfusions, you need special tools. We don't have those here."

Hope flashed in Su Li's eyes. "Quentin, if you had the tools, how confident are you?"

Quentin Lin tilted his head and thought for a moment. "From what I read, it didn't seem difficult. I'm ninety percent confident! But Sister Li, I've only ever read about it—I've never actually tried it myself."