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

It's 3:00 PM. North City Military Region General Hospital, First Operating Room Observation Room.

Parker and Van der Hearst stood side by side in front of the large glass window. Van der Hearst was tightly clutching a silver aluminum suitcase, which contained a portable biological tissue tension tester that they had specially airlifted from Europe, representing the most advanced materials testing technology in the West.

Williams stood on the other side with Anderson and Green. Anderson stood on tiptoe, craning his neck, his eyes full of anticipation.

Gu Zheng wasn't wearing his white coat today. Instead, he was wearing a crisp military uniform buttoned up to his top button. With his arms crossed, he leaned casually against the door frame at the back of the observation room, exuding a relaxed and carefree air of a soldier.

At 3:10, the operating room door opened.

Ye Zhen strode in. She held her hands in front of her chest, water droplets still dripping from her fingertips after washing her hands. The circulating nurse quickly stepped forward to help her put on a sterile surgical gown and talcum powder gloves.

The patient was a seven-year-old boy with Tetralogy of Fallot, whose chest cavity had already been opened by an assistant.

Ye Zhen walked to the main knife position, without uttering a single word, and decisively extended her hand, palm up. "Round knife."

With a "snap," the scrub nurse firmly placed the scalpel handle into her hand.

She lowered her head, the tip of the scalpel landing steadily on the surface of the beating heart. Peeling, pulling, cutting. Her movements were fluid and decisive, without the slightest hesitation. In less than two minutes, a teardrop-shaped piece of her own pericardium was completely removed.

"0.6 percent glutaraldehyde," Ye Zhen said in a cool voice, issuing the order.

The circulating nurse quickly walked over carrying a sterile stainless steel tray and poured in the prepared solution. Ye Zhen immersed the pericardium in the solution.

"Ten minutes."

In the observation room, Van der Hearst snorted a cold laugh: "Utterly absurd."

Parker took a leisurely sip of his freshly brewed coffee: "Science is all about data. Dr. Van der Hearst, your instruments will soon teach them what outdated reality is."

Green didn't say a word, just stared intently at the clock on the wall of the operating room. The second hand ticked away.

I'll be there in ten minutes.

"Time's up," the circulating nurse announced.

Ye Zhen took the toothless forceps, precisely removed the pericardium, and placed it into a large glass basin filled with saline solution. She rinsed it three times to thoroughly remove any remaining glutaraldehyde.

After washing it, she laid the pericardium flat on a sterile cloth and picked up the surgical scissors.

"Click."

She cut off a piece of scrap about two centimeters wide from the edge, picked it up with tweezers, and put it into the sterile sampling bag that the circulating nurse had opened.

Ye Zhen raised her head slightly, her cool gaze piercing through the bright light of the operating lights and meeting the one-way glass of the observation room.

She held the sampling bag, walked to the item transfer window by the wall, opened the inner glass door, and threw it in.

Her calm voice came through the intercom on the wall:

"Test".

The observation room fell silent for a second.

Van der Hearst smirked, put on rubber gloves with a disdainful look, walked to the pass-through window on the other side of the observation room, and took out a sterile bag.

He placed the portable tension tester on the table and plugged it in. This expensive machine features an electronic fluorescent screen and two precision metal mechanical probes, providing data accurate to four decimal places.

"I only need to stretch it once. This so-called membrane will be torn to shreds like a rag." Van der Hearst chuckled as he secured the pericardial membrane scraps between the two probes.

He pressed the start button.

The machine emitted a soft hum. The mechanical probe began to stretch to both sides. The numbers on the screen then jumped rapidly.

20N……40N……60N.

This was already the breaking limit of ordinary, untreated biological tissue. Van der Hearst pricked up his ears, waiting to hear the crisp sound of tissue fibers snapping.

But the numbers never stopped.

80N……100N.

Anderson grabbed the windowsill in excitement. Green pushed up his reading glasses, his entire body almost pressed against the screen of the testing device.

120N……150N!

This number far exceeds the tensile strength of ordinary polyester patches!

Van der Hearst's eyelids twitched, and the smug look on his face froze instantly. He stared intently at the still intact scrap, then at the numbers on the screen that were still skyrocketing.

"Impossible..." he muttered incredulously.

180N……200N!

The numbers are surging forward, directly approaching the peak value of Gore-Tex polymer materials, which represent the world's top industrial level!

A cold sweat instantly beaded on Van der Hearst's forehead. He frantically reached out and slammed his hand against the machine's aluminum casing: "This instrument is broken! The sensor must have malfunctioned during transport!"

As he spoke, his eyes reddened, he reached out and pressed the increase load button on the machine panel, directly blasting the stretching power to its maximum.

The mechanical probe emitted a screeching sound as it struggled under the strain.

The tension increased dramatically. The metal probe on the left side, which was fixing the pericardium, even bent slightly inward due to the strong pull.

However, the seemingly thin piece of autologous pericardium fixed in the middle still didn't break! Under extreme stretching, its surface texture was as taut as a bowstring, firmly withstanding all the destructive force!

The numbers on the screen eventually flashed and settled at 245.8N.

The entire observation room was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

This data not only far exceeds the peak tension of a normal right ventricular outflow tract, but is even 12 percent higher than a 2,000-pound artificial patch from Gore! Moreover, its ductility completely surpasses that of cold, hard polymer materials.

"Smack."

Parker tilted his coffee cup, spilling the scalding brown liquid directly onto his high-end custom-made suit trousers, which dripped down the leg. He seemed oblivious to the heat, staring intently at the red number, his lips slightly parted, letting out a disjointed gasp.

Van der Hearst braced himself on the table, breathing rapidly like a bellows. He stared at the pericardium, his eyes bloodshot: "The machine's broken…it's definitely broken!"

Green stepped forward from behind and shoved the obstructing Van der Hearst aside. He practically pressed his face against the screen, looking at each number over and over three times.

He turned to look at Williams, his voice trembling: "Arthur, 245.8 Newtons. Elongation at break: thirty-two percent."

Green swallowed hard. "This is simply... a perfect creation."

Anderson jumped up and down, clutching his head. "My God! What a miracle I saw! A masterpiece of God! Arthur, this trip was totally worth it!"

The commotion was transmitted to the walkie-talkie.

Ye Zhen, however, didn't even lift her eyelids in the operating room.

Holding forceps in her left hand and a needle in her right, she methodically covered the cut right ventricular outflow tract with the prepared pericardium.

"5-0 Proline suture. Ready for implantation and suturing."

The circulating nurse immediately slapped the threaded sutures into her hand. Ye Zhen flipped her wrist, and the silver needle darted precisely through the edge of the pericardium like a dragon.

Inside the observation room.

Parker finally snapped out of his daze. He frantically pulled out a handkerchief to wipe the coffee stains off his pants, but the more he wiped, the more disheveled he looked, like a clown jumping around.

Van der Hearst was still frantically pressing the machine's power switch, muttering repeatedly, "No... I want to restart and retest..."

Just then, a hand with distinct knuckles suddenly appeared and, with a "snap," cleanly and decisively unplugged the machine's power cord.

Gu Zheng had somehow already strolled to the edge of the platform. He looked down at the two of them, his eyes filled with mockery.

"Dr. Van der Hearst, take a break, there's no need to retest."

Van der Hearst turned his head stiffly: "What do you mean?"

Gu Zheng casually closed the lid of the silver aluminum alloy box and moved the testing device a couple of times toward himself.

"What I mean is, since this machine is broken, it's quite heavy for you to carry it all the way back to Europe." Gu Zheng sighed seriously, "Well, in the spirit of a great nation, our logistics and equipment department happens to have a scrap metal recycling station that specializes in dealing with all kinds of junk. We'll leave this thing here and reluctantly dispose of it for you."

Parker, ignoring the need to wipe his pants, abruptly looked up, his eyes wide: "Mr. Gu! Are you kidding me? That's our company's core equipment!"

"Core equipment?" Gu Zheng raised an eyelid, his gaze instantly hardening with the chilling intensity unique to a soldier. "What's wrong, Mr. Parker? A bet is signed in black and white; you think you can renege on it once you're on Chinese soil?"

Parker was overwhelmed by that terrifying aura, his face turned ashen, and he felt as if a rusty knife was stuck in his throat, unable to utter a single word.

Gu Zheng stopped sneer, straightened up, and waved to the door: "Xiao Wang, take the things and put them in storage."

Williams stood in the corner, silently tucking his hands tightly into his coat pockets.

He glanced at the silver briefcase that the guard, Xiao Wang, had been excitedly carrying away, and then at the comical coffee stain on Parker's crotch.

Anderson leaned close to Williams' ear, lowered his voice, and said with a hint of relief, "Arthur, I suddenly feel... that the tuition we paid was actually quite worthwhile."