After being separated from my family, I became a darling of the military region thanks to my medical

The conference room fell silent instantly.

Liu Jianming remained in the posture of preparing to "turn away," his sleeve only halfway down before freezing in mid-air, his mouth agape wide enough to fit a duck egg.

What did he see?

The top neurosurgeon in the province, his idol Liang Guodong, was bowing and scraping to that young girl he had called a "yellow-haired brat"? The fervor and awe in his eyes were even more exaggerated than when he saw the director of the health department!

"Mr. Liang...?" Liu Jianming stammered, feeling his professional outlook crumbling. "You...know her?"

Liang Guodong completely ignored him; at this moment, he only had eyes for Ye Zhen.

After the misdiagnosis of tetanus and the blind craniotomy, he went back and worked out the "fluid dynamics fixed-point method" that Ye Zhen had mentioned three times over. The more he pondered it, the more unfathomable it seemed; it was a theory that had practically shattered the ceiling of neurosurgery!

He had long wanted to use his connections to poach Ye Zhen and treat her like a treasure at the provincial hospital, but he never expected to run into her here!

"Dr. Ye, that fluid dynamics fixed-point method you mentioned last time, I went back and worked it out three times, it's amazing! Absolutely amazing!" Liang Guodong rubbed his hands, his face full of eager curiosity. "And that tension control for continuous sutures, I'm truly impressed!"

Despite the fervor of the academic giant, Ye Zhen remained calm and simply nodded slightly: "Mr. Liang, you're too kind. It's just an academic discussion."

She bypassed the agitated Liang Guodong, her steps unwavering, and headed straight for the pale white film reader.

"Tell me what happened."

The four simple words are cool, crisp, and carry an undeniable aura of authority.

This time, no one in the meeting room dared to utter a sound.

Liang Guodong's smile vanished instantly, and he immediately switched to the demeanor of a junior doctor, quickly following behind Ye Zhen. Pointing to the shadow on the X-ray, his tone was as serious as if he were reporting to his mentor:

"The patient is 52 years old and has had shrapnel in his body for 20 years. He has recently been experiencing severe headaches and significant visual field defects. CT scans show the shrapnel is located in the sellar region, adjacent to the optic chiasm and pituitary stalk. This is the most troublesome area..."

Liang Guodong pointed to a barely noticeable gray dot: "There seems to be some adhesion here."

Liu Jianming only came to his senses at this moment. Although he was shocked by Liang Lao's attitude, his pride as an expert made him unable to resist interjecting to regain his composure:

"It's not just adhesions! This location is right next to the cavernous segment of the internal carotid artery—it's a minefield! The surgical space is extremely limited; if there's massive bleeding, it's beyond saving! That's why I said it's simply impossible to do!"

Ye Zhen didn't turn around; her slender fingers gently traced across the cold lightbox panel.

"It's definitely not possible to perform brain surgery," Ye Zhen said calmly.

Upon hearing this, Liu Jianming's tense shoulders relaxed, a smug look of "I told you so" appearing on his face. He turned to Zhou Hai and said, "Did you hear that? Even this kid... even Dr. Ye said it can't be done! This is a dead end in anatomical structure; no one can help us!"

"But the surgery still needs to be done."

"Huh?" The experts in the room were completely dumbfounded. Wasn't this contradictory? Had this girl gone mad?

"Who says surgery always requires brain surgery?"

Ye Zhen turned around, her clear, cold eyes sweeping over Liu Jianming.

"Wh...what?" Liu Jianming was stunned.

How can you remove shrapnel from someone's brain without craniotomy? Are you suggesting you can remove it remotely?

Ye Zhen walked to the blackboard and picked up the chalk.

"Tap, tap, tap."

The sound of chalk striking the blackboard has a very strong rhythm.

With a few deft strokes of her wrist, a remarkably accurate anatomical diagram of the skull base appeared on the board. The sphenoid sinus, sella floor, pituitary gland, and optic nerve—the position and proportion of each structure were perfectly precise, as if copied from a textbook.

Upon seeing this handwriting on the blackboard, Liang Guodong's pupils constricted sharply, and his breathing quickened. A true expert's skill is immediately apparent; such anatomical knowledge takes years of practice to develop!

"Since there's a minefield up ahead, let's take the rear route."

Ye Zhen snapped the chalk in her hand with a "snap," and drew a thick red arrow on the anatomical diagram at the nasal cavity, pointing straight to the base of the skull.

"Transnasal sphenoid sinus approach".

Ye Zhen's voice wasn't loud, but it exploded in everyone's ears like thunder.

"By utilizing the nasal cavity as a natural passage, we can open the anterior wall of the sphenoid sinus, grind away the bone at the bottom of the sella turcica, and directly expose the lesion. This method avoids pulling on brain tissue and bypassing dense neurovascular networks, directly targeting the root cause."

"hiss!"

A collective gasp filled the conference room.

This is insane! It's utterly absurd!

At that time, the mainstream of neurosurgery in China was still about who could make the biggest incision and expose the widest field of vision. The concept of minimally invasive surgery was still in its infancy, and Ye Zhen's proposed solution was nothing short of science fiction to those present!

"This...how is this possible?" A fine layer of cold sweat beaded on Liu Jianming's forehead. He instinctively retorted loudly, "The nasal cavity is so narrow, it's barely a chopstick-sized hole. How can we guarantee a clear view? How can we stop the bleeding? How can we operate? Are you kidding me?!"

"microscope."

Ye Zhen uttered three words, then slammed the half-pencil of chalk heavily onto the end of the red arrow, making a crisp "thud".

"Under the high magnification of the microscope, the deep illumination is good, and the boundary between lesions and normal tissue is clear. As long as your anatomical skills are solid enough, this is a smooth road ahead."

She turned to look at Liu Jianming: "Director Liu thinks it's a dead end because your vision is only at the primitive stage of 'cutting open a big knife.' When you hold a hammer, everything looks like a nail; but if you don't throw away the hammer, you'll never be able to pick up a scalpel."

boom!

These words were like an invisible slap across Liu Jianming's face. His face turned a deep purplish-red, and he opened his mouth, only to find that he couldn't utter a single word in rebuttal.

Because at this moment, looking at the exquisite surgical path diagram on the blackboard, his expert intuition told him—this plan is feasible! And it's the only way out!

This is simply a case of being outmatched!

Zhou Hai trembled with excitement, clenching his fist loudly: "Great! Excellent! Xiao Ye, you'll be the lead surgeon!"

"Dean Zhou." Ye Zhen turned her gaze to Zhou Hai.

"I need a set of microsurgical instruments and that bipolar electrocoagulation equipment." Ye Zhen frowned slightly. The hardware at the military hospital was still a bit lacking. "Also, I need an assistant."

"I'll do it!"

"I'll do it! I'll do it!"

The city experts who had just been mocking Ye Zhen were now like cats smelling fish, eagerly raising their hands. Being able to participate in such a groundbreaking surgery, even just a retractor, would be a significant achievement on their resumes!

"Shut up, all of you!"

A roar silenced the entire audience.

With red eyes, Liang Guodong pushed through the crowd to the front, completely abandoning his airs as a leading expert. His tone even carried a hint of pleading: "Dr. Ye... let me do it! Let me be your assistant! Besides me, who else can cooperate with you in this surgery?"

Seeing his idol's "worthless" appearance, Liu Jianming was utterly desperate. He gritted his teeth and shamelessly approached, "Well... how about I be your assistant? I want to learn too..."