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

The next day at noon. In the corridor on the first floor of the main hospital's outpatient building.

Ye Zhen had just finished a full morning of intensive special consultations. She took off her white coat and hung it on the back of her chair, then walked to the sink. Cold water from the tap splashed over her well-defined fingers. She took a bar of yellow soap from the soap dish and carefully scrubbed between her fingers.

Zhou Hai was holding a surgery schedule and standing next to her, checking the afternoon times with her.

The sound of steady leather footsteps echoed from the end of the corridor. Lin Weiguo, carrying a black leather briefcase and an elegant tin tea box, walked over with a broad smile. His hair was even more neatly combed than yesterday, and his navy blue cadre jacket was completely wrinkle-free.

"Dean Zhou, Dr. Ye, we haven't gone to the cafeteria for lunch yet." Lin Weiguo walked up and greeted Zhou Hai first, then placed the tin box in his hand on the marble windowsill next to the sink.

Zhou Hai glanced at the exquisitely packaged box of Da Hong Pao tea, then at Lin Weiguo's beaming face, and understood perfectly. He rolled up the schedule in his hand and tapped it twice in his palm.

"I still need to go to the logistics department to urge them about next month's gauze quota. Dr. Ye, don't forget the consultation at 2 pm. Old Lin, you guys chat first." Zhou Hai said a few words and then quickly slipped away.

The only sound in the corridor was the water running from the sink.

Ye Zhen didn't turn off the tap or dry her hands, just letting the cold water run over them. She turned her head, her cool gaze landing on Lin Weiguo's face.

"What brings you here, Vice Dean Lin?" The tone was businesslike, not even bothering to offer a formal address.

Lin Weiguo's smile froze for a moment, but he quickly regained the kind and benevolent expression typical of an elder. He pointed to the tea box on the windowsill.

"This is old tea left by your grandfather. I remember when you were little, you loved the aroma of roasted tea leaves. You've been working non-stop lately, and the surgery has taken a toll on your health. Take this and brew it to drink to perk yourself up." Lin Weiguo steered the conversation back to his time with the Lin family, trying to reconcile the broken family bond.

Ye Zhen turned off the tap and grabbed a white towel hanging nearby to dry her hands.

"Vice President Lin, there are rules at the main hospital that I can't accept this tea. Just say what you have to say." She threw the towel back on the shelf, turned around, and leaned against the edge of the sink, crossing her arms.

Lin Weiguo swallowed hard. He noticed that the young woman in her early twenties in front of him possessed a composure that even he, someone who had spent decades navigating the treacherous waters of officialdom, found oppressive.

"Alright, let's talk about work then." Lin Weiguo's smile faded, replaced by a sincere tone of discussion. "Wanwan threw a tantrum in the office yesterday, and I already gave her a stern talking-to when we got back. This child has been spoiled since childhood and has never experienced hardship, so she's slow to learn. She really can't handle tasks like opening mail or answering long-distance calls, which require strong professional knowledge and resilience."

Lin Weiguo paused, observing Ye Zhen's expression, and continued, "This is what I'm thinking. There are always some miscellaneous and tiring tasks in the office, such as copying reports, distributing newspapers, and cleaning. You can assign those mentally taxing tasks to Zhao Lanlan and the others, and give Wanwan some easy jobs that don't require direct contact with medical data. She can stay there and learn at her own pace. What do you think?"

Ye Zhen didn't speak. She walked to her desk, opened a drawer, and pulled out a registration form that had been crumpled and then smoothed out. It was Lin Wan's "masterpiece" left behind yesterday morning. She slammed the paper heavily on the table.

"Vice Dean Lin, take a look for yourself." Ye Zhen's finger pressed on the paper. "Names are filled in incorrectly, symptoms are not written correctly, and even the patient's address is written on Gansu paper in a Henan envelope. Every word and every place name on this corresponds to a precious life that may have suffocated on the bed in the middle of the night. Every piece of data here will be used for preoperative risk assessment."

Ye Zhen raised her head, her eyes like two extremely sharp scalpels, piercing straight into Lin Weiguo's heart.

"The Heart of China is not a mailroom in a government office. There are no idle people here, no newspapers for people to copy and paste to pass the time. Zhao Lanlan and Gu Yue stay up until nine o'clock every night, making several long-distance calls to confirm the postal code of a mountainous town. You want me to arrange an easy job for Lin Wan? She doesn't even have the most basic sense of responsibility. Having someone like that in the office is not only a waste of food, but also a crime against those who have entrusted their lives to me."

Lin Weiguo's face completely lost its composure. His complexion alternated between pale and flushed, and the veins on his forehead throbbed. He was nearly fifty years old and had never been so humiliated by a junior pointing his finger at him. But he gritted his teeth and didn't retaliate. He was determined to get that spot.

"Dr. Ye, the job arrangement is your responsibility." Lin Weiguo forced out a few words, "Since she's not smart enough to do clerical work, then look around the center, are there any peripheral, physically demanding jobs that don't require much brainpower? As long as it keeps her on the payroll."

Ye Zhen looked at Lin Weiguo's face, which showed that he was willing to do anything to gild his daughter's reputation, and a layer of mockery appeared in her eyes.

"Physical work," Ye Zhen repeated the three words.

She walked to the window, pushed open the glass, and looked at the gray sky outside.

"Okay." Ye Zhen turned around. "Every day, we receive SOS letters from all over the country. Many patients' families are already taking their children on the old-fashioned green trains heading to Beicheng. The vast majority of these people are illiterate, don't know the way, and have never traveled far from home. Once they leave the train station, they are easily lured away by scammers and unlicensed taxis around the station. The money they have is their life-saving money, scraped together by selling cattle and houses; they can't afford to lose a single penny."

Ye Zhen rested her hands on the edge of the desk, looking at Lin Weiguo.

"Since she can read and speaks fluent Mandarin, let her go to the North City Railway Station to pick up people."

Lin Weiguo was stunned. Beicheng Railway Station? That place, a gathering place for all sorts of people, reeking of foul odors every day? Was he really going to let his precious daughter show her face in such a place?

"Whenever a patient's family member comes, her job is to stand at the exit holding a sign. She'll lead all the patients and their families back to my office at the main hospital. She doesn't need to use her brain to diagnose the illness, nor does she need to fill out any forms. She just needs to get them there." Ye Zhen's tone was calm, yet carried an unyielding firmness. "If she can do it, she stays. If she can't, she'd better leave as soon as possible."

Lin Weiguo stood there for a full minute. His mind raced. Going to the train station was indeed embarrassing, but as long as he could maintain his position with Huaxia Heart and get through this period, his resume would still be impressive. Holding up a sign to pick people up wouldn't require much thought; there was no way he could make any more mistakes.

"Okay." Lin Weiguo gritted his teeth and agreed. "Holding a sign at the train station to pick someone up, that's easy. Let her do that."

After saying that, Lin Weiguo grabbed the tea box and walked out of the special clinic looking disheveled.

As soon as the door closed, the curtain to the inner room of the special consultation room was lifted. Gu Zheng, dressed in a crisp military uniform with the cuffs rolled up to his forearms, walked out carrying an aluminum lunchbox containing braised pork.

"That's a pretty underhanded move of yours," Gu Zheng said, putting the lunchbox on the table, pulling out a chair and sitting down with a smile on his lips. "You're sending that girl from the Lin family to the North City train station to smell the coal smoke? Aren't you afraid she'll come running back crying on the very first day?"

Ye Zhen sat down in the chair, opened the lunchbox, picked up a piece of braised pork and put it in her mouth.

"Two out-of-town patients who made appointments will be coming tomorrow," Ye Zhen said slowly, chewing her meat without even glancing at Gu Zheng. "The first one is on the 6:20 AM green train."