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

In the surgical consultation room, Ye Zhen pushed back her chair and turned to wash her hands at the sink to prepare for the afternoon's surgery. At that moment, there was a knock on the door, and Liu Jianmin and Gao Haiping stepped into the room one after the other.

Liu Jianmin was still catching his breath when he strode to his desk and slammed a sheet of paper filled with data onto the surface.

"Dr. Ye, please take a look at this!" Liu Jianmin's voice was hoarse with excitement. "Shanghai First People's Hospital is currently treating a six-year-old boy with Tetralogy of Fallot! We are helpless there."

Ye Zhen pulled back her chair and sat down, then casually pulled the letter to her eyes.

Her gaze fell upon the first line displaying the value of "blood oxygen saturation 65%", and her previously calm expression instantly tightened, revealing intense focus. She reached for the red and blue pencils on the desk, tore off a sheet of white paper, and with the pencil tip moving across the paper, she re-examined and analyzed the left ventricular development index, aortic straddle rate, and ventricular septal defect area listed on the sheet.

The room was completely silent, save for the scratching of pens on paper. Liu Jianmin and Gao Haiping stood at the table, even holding their breath.

After a short while, Ye Zhen put down her pencil. She looked up and examined the two old directors opposite her.

"This case is very typical," Ye Zhen said calmly and confidently. "There is an extremely severe localized stenosis at the junction of the main pulmonary artery and the left and right pulmonary arteries. Given the current medical conditions in Shanghai, if we were to force surgery, we would have to cut open the outflow tract all the way to the bifurcation of the pulmonary artery. This would not only require an enormous patch, but also carry an extremely high risk of rejection. Shanghai's decision to give up is reasonable from a technical assessment perspective."

"But you can do it, right?" Gao Haiping's eyes were fixed on Ye Zhen, a fire burning in them. "If we use your method of autologous pericardium combined with glutaraldehyde tanning, we can absolutely cover this defect area perfectly, and it won't cause subsequent right heart failure!"

"Dr. Ye, we old men have already met. Your techniques can't just be passed down from ear to ear in the operating room! We need to help you compile your plan into a paper and submit it to top medical journals, so those foreign experts can see the level of our country! But right now, this paper is missing solid practical evidence. This case in Shanghai is the most crucial breakthrough!"

Ye Zhen's eyes flickered slightly. She knew perfectly well how powerful a heavyweight academic paper could be in promoting the development of holistic surgery in China.

Looking at the two elderly experts in front of her, their faces flushed with excitement, Ye Zhen frowned in disapproval.

"Vice Dean Gao, your idea of ​​writing papers to promote our country's technology to the world is good." Ye Zhen tapped her knuckles on the data sheet on the table, her tone cold but her attitude leaving no room for negotiation. "But in my eyes, international journals and medical honors all have to take a backseat. This child is only six years old. Pulling him back from the brink of death is the most important thing."

As soon as the words were spoken, Gao Haiping and Liu Jianmin were both stunned on the spot.

These past two days, their minds have been preoccupied with how to make Chinese medicine stand out on the international stage and how to seize this once-in-a-lifetime academic opportunity. However, unknowingly, they have turned the life-or-death six-year-old patient into a "breakthrough point."

At this moment, facing Ye Zhen, who was old enough to be their daughter, the two venerable experts, who were highly respected in the industry, blushed with shame. Faced with her pure and unadulterated compassion as a healer, they felt utterly ashamed.

"Yes... Dr. Ye is absolutely right. We have put the cart before the horse." Gao Haiping lowered his head in shame.

"We must save his life, and we must preserve his expertise." Ye Zhen made a decisive statement without hesitation. "This child is in Shanghai. With his current oxygen saturation of 65%, he could suffer hypoxic syncope or ventricular fibrillation at any moment. The doctors in Shanghai are afraid to operate on him, so let's bring him to Beicheng. I'll perform the surgery at the cardiovascular center of this main hospital. Since we've taken on this task, it's like fighting against death; we must bring him back!"

"But transferring him is a real problem!" Liu Jianmin wrung his hands anxiously. "From Shanghai to Beicheng, it would take a whole day and night on that old-fashioned green train. There's no oxygen supply, no emergency medication, and the train can't withstand the jolting. This child's heart probably won't be able to take that!"

The room fell into an eerie silence. They had finally located the most urgent case, only to be held back by the inadequate transportation, forced to watch helplessly as the patient couldn't be brought in. This situation would have driven any surgeon to desperation.

"Do I need to get involved in this?"

A deep, resonant male voice came from the doorway. Gu Zheng pushed the door open and entered, carrying two bottles of freshly boiled water with a steady hand. He had already overheard the general situation inside the house while standing outside in the corridor.

"Does Chief Gu have a solution?" Liu Jianmin asked without hesitation, turning his head to follow up.

Gu Zheng strode to the table, set down the water bottle, and looked directly at Ye Zhen: "Given this child's heart condition, how long can she endure the journey at most?"

Ye Zhen quickly calculated the child's cardiopulmonary tolerance limit in her mind: "Under the condition of ensuring continuous low-flow oxygen inhalation and maintaining an absolutely flat position, avoiding violent shaking, the limit is five hours."

Gu Zheng nodded without saying another word. He grabbed the crank phone on his desk, nimbly cranked it a few times, and directly dialed an outside short number.

Gao Haiping and Liu Jianmin looked at each other, completely baffled as to what this fierce-looking military commander was planning.

The moment the line was connected, Gu Zheng's aura immediately subsided, and the imposing presence befitting a military region commander was unleashed without reservation.

"Connect me to the duty room of the Air Force Operations Command of the Military Region, and ask for Lao Liu. Yes, this is Gu Zheng."

After a brief silence, a rough male voice came through the receiver. Gu Zheng skipped all the pleasantries and got straight to the point.

"Old Liu, that Y-8 transport plane you flew to Shanghai Dachang Airport a few days ago hasn't taken off yet, right? Okay, clear out half a cargo hold for me immediately. There's a critically ill child in extremely critical condition who needs to be transported to the Beicheng Military Region General Hospital for emergency treatment within five hours." Gu Zheng's tone was calm, but the words he uttered revealed a firmness that left no room for negotiation.

The person on the other end of the receiver clearly cited military regulations. Gu Zheng's gaze darkened, his face becoming taut and hard.

"Don't try to intimidate me with rules. The special approval slip will be on your desk within ten minutes." Gu Zheng raised his voice, making everyone around him's eardrums ring. "This is a matter of life and death! Weld the best shock-absorbing stretchers into the cargo hold, add two accompanying military medics, and prepare plenty of oxygen tanks! After the plane lands at the North City West Suburb Airport, I will personally send a military ambulance to the tarmac to meet it!"

With a crisp "smack," Gu Zheng decisively slammed the landline phone shut.

He turned his head and glanced at the two old experts in front of the desk who were completely stunned.

"Shanghai to Beicheng, two and a half hours. From the airport to the main hospital, forty minutes. With shock absorption measures implemented throughout, the child will be safely on your operating table within three and a half hours." Gu Zheng braced his hands on the table, his gaze fixed on Liu Jianmin. "Now, immediately notify the Shanghai hospital to send an ambulance to get the child safely to Shanghai Dachang Air Force Airport within two hours. The military personnel will be there to meet him."

Liu Jianmin's ears were ringing, and he remained stunned for more than ten seconds.

Using a large military transport plane to pick up a seriously ill child from an ordinary rural area across provinces?! He wouldn't even dare to imagine such a thing, not even when watching movies! Such an unbelievable operation was finalized with just a two-minute phone call!

"I'll go! I'll go and make the call right now!" Liu Jianmin exclaimed as if waking from a dream, excited like a young lad, rushing out of the office. Gao Haiping followed closely behind, his old legs sprinting along.

Gu Zheng hooked a wooden chair over and sat down next to Ye Zhen with an air of nonchalance.

"Thank you." Ye Zhen turned her head to meet Gu Zheng's gaze, her usually frosty eyes now radiating genuine warmth. She knew in her heart that requesting a military transport plane across military regions was not as easy as Gu Zheng made it sound.

Gu Zheng draped his arm across the back of Ye Zhen's chair, leaned forward, and deliberately lowered his voice, letting only his words reach her ears: "As long as you can stand firmly on the operating table, outshine those foreign experts, and save that little life, let alone a Y-8 transport aircraft, even if you want the moon in the sky, I'll build a ladder to get it for you. Just hold your scalpel tight, and I'll clean up the rest of the mess for you."

As the man spoke, his rough fingertips, concealed by the back of the chair, restlessly brushed against the back of her fair neck. His tone regained its brash, soldierly air: "But wife, just saying 'thank you' is too perfunctory. Calling in military intelligence could get you punished. Tonight, shouldn't you show some real action?"