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Under the operating lights, the air seemed to freeze.

Zhao Haifeng stood in the assistant's position. Although he was holding his breath, his professional instincts kept his eyes fixed on that piece of skin.

He had already prepared his plan in his mind: if the girl made the first incision in the wrong place, even by just one centimeter, he would immediately stop her and give her a severe scolding—human anatomy is not like drawing; a slight error can lead to disastrous consequences.

Until that final cut.

The cuts are straight and of uniform depth.

Zhao Haifeng swallowed the words that were on the tip of his tongue, almost biting his own tongue.

This location... is so precise, it's as if it was measured with a ruler!

It is located exactly two finger widths below the greater trochanter, perfectly avoiding the nerve pathway and directly targeting the entry point.

Coincidence? It must be a coincidence!

Zhao Haifeng's eyes sharpened, but before he could adjust his mindset, Ye Zhen gave him another instruction.

"Pinky promise."

The voice wasn't loud, but it carried the absolute control of the surgeon.

Zhao Haifeng subconsciously reached out, took the hook, and made the incision as Ye Zhen instructed.

What happened next caused the old hospital director, who had worked in surgery for thirty years, to break out in a fine sweat.

fast.

too fast.

Ye Zhen's surgical style was completely unlike the "steady and methodical" approach popular in China at the time; instead, it exuded a highly aggressive and sharp edge. Separating muscles, ligating blood vessels, exposing the surgical field—every movement of hers was like that of a precisely calculated machine, with not a single superfluous or wasteful action.

Zhao Haifeng originally thought he was there to "guide" the work or to "clean up the mess".

But now, he feels like an intern who has just entered the department, frantically trying to keep up with the surgeon's pace.

"Suction device, suck."

"One more hemostat."

"Electrocoagulation".

Ye Zhen didn't even raise her head, switching between different instruments in her hands with a smooth and fluid rhythm.

Zhao Haifeng felt like his old bones were about to fall apart. As a dean, he had been reduced to a mere "pinky tool" and couldn't even find a chance to interject or ask a question.

Because Ye Zhen's actions were flawless!

Not only is it flawless, it's even more accurate than the illustrations in textbooks!

Especially when the tip of the knife slid past the sciatic nerve sheath, Zhao Haifeng's heart leaped into his throat, and his eyelids twitched uncontrollably. If his hand had trembled even a millimeter, Old Li would have been crippled for life.

But Ye Zhen's hand remained as steady as a rock.

The knife seemed to have eyes, nimbly bypassing that extremely sensitive nerve without causing any damage or even touching the nerve sheath.

This move completely stunned Zhao Haifeng.

This is hardly a pampered young lady with only theoretical knowledge.

"Prepare to drill."

Ye Zhen put down the scalpel and picked up the bone drill that gleamed with a cold light.

The atmosphere in the operating room instantly became extremely tense.

The most crucial step has arrived.

If the previous operations were basic skills, then the current drilling decompression is the only moment to verify her "absurd" diagnosis.

If no blood spurts out after drilling in, it proves that the intraosseous pressure is normal, and all of Ye Zhen's previous deductions were nonsense; this surgery was a farce.

If the femoral neck is accidentally punctured, resulting in a fracture, that is a medical malpractice incident.

Zhao Haifeng held his breath, not daring to even breathe loudly.

"Sizzle—sizzle—"

The sound of the bone drill turning was particularly jarring in the quiet operating room, making one's teeth ache.

Ye Zhen's expression was focused, and her clear, cold eyes shone with an astonishing brightness. The drill bit in her hand pressed against the hard cortical bone. Due to long-term ischemia, the bone here had hardened, and the drill bit began to slip as soon as it made contact.

"Watch out!" Zhao Haifeng exclaimed.

If it slips and punctures a major blood vessel, then it's all over!

Ye Zhen seemed not to hear, and with a very subtle flick of her wrist, she used the lever principle to adjust to a tricky angle, steadily controlling the direction of the drill bit.

That control over force was simply exquisite.

Zhao Haifeng's pupils contracted sharply. This feel... even the experts in the province might not have it!

"Sizzle sizzle..."

As the drill bit went deeper and deeper, everyone's heart felt as if it were being gripped by an invisible hand.

In the observation room, Hu Dazhi was pressed against the glass, his glasses fogged up, his fists clenched so tightly that his nails dug into his flesh.

Director Yan also stood up, crossed his arms, and stared intently at the small incision.

Nearly.

closer.

Ye Zhen's hands were steady, but her eyes grew increasingly sharp.

It's now!

A soft "pop" sound.

It was an extremely subtle sense of breakthrough, precisely transmitted to Ye Zhen's fingertips through the high-speed rotating drill bit.

The next second—

"puff!"

A dark red liquid, like magma that had been suppressed for a long time, suddenly gushed out from the drill hole!

That wasn't bright red arterial blood, but rather dark red, viscous, and foul-smelling stagnant blood!

The entire operating room was deathly silent.

Zhao Haifeng stared wide-eyed at the pool of black blood as if he had seen a ghost.

That's high-pressure congestion!

It really is intraosseous hypertension!

As Ye Zhen said, the inside of the femoral head is like a pressure cooker. The stagnant blood inside cannot come out and suffocates the bone!

All doubts, all empiricism, all arrogance were washed away at this moment by the gushing black blood.

"Did you see that?"

Ye Zhen's voice remained steady, without the slightest hint of boastfulness, only the rigor befitting a doctor.

As she skillfully rinsed the drill hole with saline solution, she spoke casually, as if she were giving a lesson to an intern.

"This is irrefutable proof of high pressure within the bone. If the pressure isn't released, this dead blood can't be expelled, and new blood can't get in; this bone will inevitably die."

Zhao Haifeng's throat was dry. He opened his mouth, but found that he couldn't make a sound.

As a veteran surgeon, he knew all too well what this meant.

His previous diagnosis was wrong.

And it's wildly wrong.

If he had followed his conservative treatment plan, the old farmer's leg would have been permanently disabled.

A deep sense of fear and shame crept up his spine, making his face burn with embarrassment, a feeling he had held as an "authority" his entire life.

"Suck it clean."

Ye Zhen didn't give him much time to reflect before issuing another cold command.

Zhao Haifeng suddenly came to his senses. This time, his movements were no longer stiff, nor did they carry any resistance.

"Okay! Coming right away!"

He quickly extended the suction device in his hand, coordinating with Ye Zhen's movements to clear the surgical field.

This time, his eyes held no scrutiny, only pure cooperation, and even a hint of... awe.

The subsequent bone grafting process was simply a visual feast.

Ye Zhen took cancellous bone from the iliac crest, trimmed it to the appropriate size, and precisely implanted it along the decompression channel.

Fill, compact, and seal.

Every step was impeccable.

"Sew it up".

When the clock struck 10:30, Ye Zhen put down the needle holder.

She straightened up and gently moved her somewhat stiff neck. Although it only lasted an hour and a half, the surgery required extremely high precision and had taken a lot of her energy.

"Dean Zhao."

Ye Zhen removed her mask, revealing a face that, though pale, could not conceal her stunning beauty. Sweat dampened the stray hairs on her forehead, but only made her eyes, as bright as cold stars, even more captivating.

She looked at Zhao Haifeng, who was still staring blankly at the wound, and said in a calm tone as if she were saying, "The weather is nice today."

"This leg has been saved."

Zhao Haifeng's body trembled.

He looked up at the excessively young girl in front of him.

Just two hours earlier, he had pointed his finger at her and berated her for being ridiculous and playing with people's lives.

But now...

Zhao Haifeng took a deep breath, glanced at the neatly stitched wound with a complicated expression, and then looked at Ye Zhen.

Although his stubbornness was still there, the light in his eyes had changed.

"Dr. Ye."

Zhao Haifeng's voice was a little hoarse. He took off his blood-stained gloves and solemnly nodded to Ye Zhen in front of all the nurses and anesthesiologists.

"That surgery was done beautifully."

These four words, coming from the mouth of "Zhao the Tiger," who was notorious in the area, were more like the sun rising in the west than anything else.

The nurses around him stared wide-eyed, their faces practically overflowing with admiration.

Not only because of Ye Zhen's superb medical skills, but also because... she actually tamed the dean!

……

The operating room doors slowly opened.

The corridor was already packed with people.

Li Dazhu and his family of three, along with the patients' family members who were watching the commotion.

Seeing someone come out, Li Dazhu and the others quickly walked over.

"Doctor! My dad... how is my dad?"

Ye Zhen walked at the very front.

She stopped and glanced at the anxious, curious, and even expectant faces.

Then, her cool voice rang out in the corridor.

"The surgery was a success. He will be able to work in the fields next spring."

boom!

The crowd erupted in chaos.

"Did they really save it?"

"My God, that's a miracle doctor!"

"He can still walk after drilling into his bones? This doctor from the north city is something else!"

Li Dazhu stood frozen on the ground, tears streaming down his dark face. In the eyes of this seven-foot-tall man, Ye Zhen seemed to be radiating light at that moment.

Behind Ye Zhen, Zhao Haifeng slowly walked out.

He glanced at Ye Zhen, who was surrounded by the crowd, but did not step forward to steal the spotlight. Instead, he silently walked to the nurses' station and picked up Old Li's medical record.

Then, in the surgeon's section of the surgical record, two words were neatly written:

Ye Zhen.

At the top of the stairs, Director Yan Hua looked down at the figure below who was surrounded by a crowd but remained calm, and muttered to himself.

"This is a real Buddha statue sent to our Qingyun County."

Just then, a young nurse came running up, panting, with a telegram in her hand.

"Dr. Ye! Dr. Ye!"

Ye Zhen turned her head, her brows furrowed slightly.

"What's wrong?"

"Someone sent you an urgent telegram!" The nurse glanced at the contents of the telegram, her cheeks inexplicably flushed, and her voice became softer.

Ye Zhen took the telegram and her gaze fell on the line of text on it.

The telegram contained only one sentence:

"Insomnia, want to hear a story. Gu."

Ye Zhen's lips twitched involuntarily.