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

"Alright!"

Wu Wenqing probably felt that reasoning with Zhang Guohua was a waste of breath, so he simply stopped talking. He turned around, ignoring the military region director whose voice was as loud as a megaphone, and stared at Zhou Hai with a gaze sharper than a scalpel.

"Zhou Hai, I don't care what Zhang Dapao says. I approved the loan for this Zeiss OPMI-1 microscope, and I brought the commissioning technician with me. To prevent unstable voltage in your crappy place, I even had a diesel generator brought over! I only have one condition!"

Zhou Hai immediately stood at attention, his back ramrod straight, like a new recruit being inspected: "Tell me! As long as it can save lives, I'll save ten, not just one!"

Wu Wenqing tugged at his collar, his eyes gleaming with fanaticism and stubbornness: "The entire surgery video, the first master tape edited from it, must be brought back to Peking Union Medical College Hospital! Also, eight observation seats must be reserved for us in the operating room! I'm supervising several doctoral students; this level of teaching opportunity cannot be missing a single one!"

"Old Wu, you've gone too far!" Zhang Guohua immediately objected. "The operating room is only so big, and you've taken up eight of them! Where are the rest of us from the General Staff Headquarters supposed to stand? On the ceiling fan?"

"The equipment is mine!" Wu Wenqing refused to budge an inch.

"This territory belongs to the military!" Zhang Guohua roared back. "The patient is a war hero; don't you understand the confidentiality regulations?"

Seeing that these two big shots, whose combined age was nearly 120, were about to start fighting again, none of the doctors and nurses around dared to utter a sound, for fear that when gods fight, mortals will suffer.

"How long are you two going to keep arguing?"

A clear, cold voice pierced through the noise; it wasn't loud, but it carried a chill that seemed to freeze the air.

Everyone instinctively turned around.

Ye Zhen stood quietly on the steps leading to the conference room.

The draft in the corridor ruffled the stray hairs on her forehead, but it couldn't shake the calmness in her eyes. Her hands were in her pockets, her figure as thin as a sheet of paper, yet the aura of dominance she exuded overshadowed the two top-notch expert teams standing at the door.

Wu Wenqing and Zhang Guohua, who had been arguing heatedly and their faces were red with anger, seemed to have been put on pause as soon as they saw Ye Zhen. Their voices stopped abruptly, and even their tense stance vanished.

The next second, the anger on their faces vanished as if by magic, replaced by smiles.

"Oh, Xiao Ye!" Wu Wenqing pushed aside the guard blocking his way and took three steps at a time up the steps. His tone was as kind as if he were looking at his most promising granddaughter. "I've delivered the microscope to you. When do you want to start debugging it? This thing is delicate. I've had the debugging technician come along."

Zhang Guohua wasn't about to be outdone, his booming voice instantly dropping eight octaves: "Xiao Ye! Well done! I knew our military families had guts! If you have any difficulties, just let me know. If it's within my power, Zhang Guohua, I'll do it without hesitation!"

Zhao Tiancheng, sitting in the corner, felt a burning pain in his cheeks.

He watched as the two top figures who hadn't even glanced at him a moment ago were now fawning over his despised "former fiancée" like stars around the moon. The immense sense of disparity was like a poisonous insect gnawing at his stomach, sending waves of nauseating acidity through him.

Ye Zhen's gaze swept lightly over the crowd, finally settling on Wu Wenqing's anxious face, and she nodded slightly.

"You can have the videotape. The original will be kept in the military archives, and you can take the copy."

Just as Wu Wenqing was about to bargain, Ye Zhen turned to look at Zhang Guohua:

"There are only four observation slots per household."

"Four?!" Wu Wenqing and Zhang Guohua exclaimed in unison, clearly thinking it wasn't enough.

Ye Zhen raised her wrist; the hands of the clock were ticking relentlessly.

"This surgery requires prolonged exposure of the surgical field. The operating room has limited space, and having too many people will increase the risk of infection and affect air circulation." Her tone left no room for argument. "Also, the microscope must be brought into the operating room within ten minutes, and the optical path calibration and balance adjustment must be completed within thirty minutes."

After saying that, she didn't give these big shots any chance to refute her, and didn't even look at them again before turning around and walking towards the operating room.

A group of experts who usually wield considerable influence were left looking at each other in bewilderment.

"Get moving!" Wu Wenqing reacted the fastest, roaring at the group of Peking Union Medical College Hospital experts behind him who were still in a daze. "Didn't you hear what the surgeon said? Carry him in! Be careful! And you, Old Qian from neurosurgery, hurry up and change into your scrubs, grab a spot!"

In an instant, the experts, who had previously been aloof and even somewhat reserved, resembled newly hired interns being reprimanded by the head nurse. Some carried boxes, others ran errands, practically running themselves ragged for the sake of those four close-up observation positions.

Zhou Hai wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, looking at Ye Zhen's slender yet upright back, and only two words came to his mind:

Awesome!

He turned his head and his gaze fell on Zhao Tiancheng, who was huddled against the wall trying to make himself inconspicuous.

Zhou Hai walked over: "Dr. Zhao, what are you standing there for?"

Zhao Tiancheng froze, forcing an awkward smile: "Dean Zhou... Dean Zhou."

"Since you can't get on stage, you can at least handle the logistical work, right?" Zhou Hai pointed to the tea room not far away. "Go, pour water for the experts from Peking Union Medical College Hospital. Also, when the surgery starts, stand guard at the door and don't let any unauthorized people get close."

Zhao Tiancheng's face turned a deep purplish-red, and his fists clenched so tightly they cracked.

Are you going to make this surgical genius pour water? Or work as a doorman?

This is like stripping away his last shred of dignity, throwing him on the ground, and then stomping on him!

"What? You don't want to?" Zhou Hai raised an eyebrow. "Then you can write your resignation letter right now."

"I...I'll go." Zhao Tiancheng lowered his head, his nails digging deep into his flesh. As he turned and walked towards the tea room, a flash of resentment crossed his eyes. Ye Zhen, don't be too smug. If the surgery fails, let's see how you handle it!

……

Thirty minutes later.

The red light in the operating room, which signifies "in progress," came on.

This is a small operating room, but it is destined to host a surgery that will be recorded in the history of neurosurgery in China.

Looking out the window, those bigwigs who usually command respect in the medical fields of their respective provinces were now pressed against the glass, holding their breath, utterly disregarding their image, afraid of missing a single detail. Even with the glass covered in their breath, no one dared to blink.

Inside the operating room, only the monitor emitted a monotonous and regular "beep, beep" sound.

The priceless Zeiss OPMI-1 microscope, like a giant silver monster, hovered above the operating table.

Ye Zhen sat on a round stool, wearing a dark green scrubs, her hands suspended in front of her chest, maintaining a sterile posture. Her figure appeared exceptionally petite under the enormous microscope, but her calm and composed demeanor made everyone forget her age and gender.

Normally, she's a cool, aloof beauty; but when she stands at the operating table, she's a queen who controls life and death.

"Microscope focus adjustment complete."

"Bipolar electrocoagulation power setting complete."

"start."

Ye Zhen's voice came through the mask, calm and composed without a trace of emotion.