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

Before dawn, the old water tower was surrounded by three layers of barriers.

The security department retrieved half a roll of film, a hand-drawn tunnel map, and several sets of foreign code from the cable well.

The contact person did not show up.

The sandstorm covered the distant tire tracks, and the border post had been sealed off.

Gu Zheng interrogated the patient all night. When he returned to the temporary ward, Ye Zhen was bending over to check Liang Gong's pericardial drainage.

Her face was ashen from staying up all night, but her hand holding the clipboard remained remarkably steady.

"Attracting traffic".

"A total of 28 milliliters in the past four hours, the color has lightened," Lin Yi immediately reported.

"Blood pressure is 1027, heart rate is 88. Urine output has also increased."

Ye Zhen nodded almost imperceptibly.

"The myocardial edema stage is more than halfway through; close monitoring continues."

On the bed next to him, Zhou Jianjun's chest cavity water seal bottle rose and fell gently.

Li Hong had just finished changing the bottle, and yellowish-white stains were seeping through the gauze on her knees, but she insisted on standing straight.

"Squad Leader Zhou's condition has improved significantly, with his blood oxygen level at 96."

Ye Zhen's shoulders, which had been tense all night, finally relaxed slightly as she exhaled a breath of stale air.

"If there are no further relapses within 48 hours, then his life has been saved."

As soon as he finished speaking, the base soldiers who had been standing at the door all night turned around abruptly. One of them gripped his gun sling tightly, his rough hand secretly wiping the corner of his eye.

No one dared to make a loud noise or cheer, for fear of disturbing this hard-won peace.

Commander Peng led the base cadres in quietly.

He took off his military cap, stood in front of the two hospital beds, and solemnly saluted Ye Zhen, Gu Zheng, and the medical team.

The dozen or so cadres behind them all raised their hands in unison.

"Dr. Ye, Commander Gu, the base is truly grateful to you."

Ye Zhen raised her hand and pressed down on the medical record board.

"This is what we should do. The patient is still in critical condition; we shouldn't block the corridor and affect air circulation."

Commander Peng paused for a moment, then chuckled in a low voice.

"Okay, I'll do as Dr. Ye says."

Luo Jingshan stood to the side, clutching the notebook he had filled with notes from the previous night.

He took a step forward, his attitude much more humble than when he first arrived, his tone revealing a pure desire for guidance.

"Dr. Ye, could you compile the following three sets of techniques into the combat trauma textbook: bronchial catheterization, battlefield lung repair, and shrapnel removal from a beating heart? I'll write the first draft myself, and you can review it."

Ye Zhen looked at the notes in his hand.

"Yes, it can be written in. The indications, contraindications, and remedial measures for failure must be written in it."

Luo Jingshan nodded immediately.

"clear."

"That's not about showing off. When conditions aren't right, missing a contingency plan means losing a life."

Luo Jingshan immediately opened the notebook.

"I'll fix it now."

Gu Zheng watched as Ye Zhen swayed slightly in place, then walked straight through the crowd and snatched the medical record from her hand.

Ye Zhen frowned, just about to reach out and snatch it.

"I need to see the follow-up X-ray of Engineer Liang."

"If you don't go to rest, I'll ask Commander Peng to send someone to watch you 24 hours a day."

Commander Peng immediately responded in a very cooperative manner.

"I think it's a good idea, I approve it."

Faced with the two of them singing in unison, their logic was so outrageous that Ye Zhen rubbed her throbbing temples and reluctantly gave in.

After resting for a few hours, Ye Zhen regained her energy.

Gu Zheng unscrewed the kettle and handed it to her, smiling as he spoke.

"Why aren't you scolding me for being nosy?"

Ye Zhen took the water bottle, tilted her head back and took a sip, then turned her head to look at him.

"Stretch out your right hand."

Gu Zheng pretended not to hear and looked away into the distance.

Ye Zhen slammed the water bottle onto the car hood with a "thud".

"Gu Zheng".

Upon hearing those two words, Commander Gu immediately became obedient and dutifully extended his right hand.

The areas on my palms that were chafed during the rappelling had long been rubbed open by the sand, with blood scabs mixed with yellow mud, and the edges were already swollen high.

Ye Zhen's face instantly darkened.

"You call this nothing?"

Gu Zheng coughed lightly.

"Men are tough and thick-skinned; it'll be fine in a couple of days."

Without saying a word, Ye Zhen opened the first aid kit, picked up a cotton ball soaked in iodine, and pressed it firmly onto the affected area.

Gu Zheng gasped.

"Wife, be gentle."

"Didn't you just say your skin is rough?"

She didn't stop, cleaning the wound, applying medicine powder, and wrapping gauze, her movements still clean and efficient.

As the last bandage was tightened, Gu Zheng immediately shut up.

Ye Zhen tied the knot and patted his hand, which was wrapped up like a rice dumpling.

"If you keep hiding your wound, I'll pin you down on the operating table and stitch you up with two stitches, without anesthesia."

Gu Zheng looked down at his bandaged hand, his expression softening.

"Yes, ma'am."

At the same time, inside the base's makeshift medical room.

Lin Yi placed a basin of warm water next to the stool and pressed down on Li Hong's shoulder.

"sit down."

Li Hong held the medicine tray tightly in her hands, refusing to let go.

"I still need to check on Squad Leader Zhou's referral strategy."

"I've checked the traffic generation, and the data is normal."

"Your knee is infected. If you delay any longer, you'll get a fever. When Teacher Ye comes back, she'll scold me for not taking good care of you."

Li Hong bit her lower lip, still somewhat unconvinced.

"What's a little injury?"

Lin Yi didn't reply, but squatted down and rolled up her trouser leg.

The wound was extremely red and swollen, with obvious yellowish-white pus spots around the edges.

His face immediately turned very ugly.

"When you landed, you deliberately grabbed the equipment pack to cushion the impact, you didn't protect yourself at all, I saw it all."

Li Hong's fingers twitched slightly at the edge of the medicine tray, but she didn't argue back.

When the cotton swab was dipped in alcohol and applied, her shoulder tensed up in pain, but she gritted her teeth and didn't utter a sound.

Lin Yi lowered his head, carefully cleaning the pustules while speaking in a muffled voice.

"I connected the wrong suction tube last night."

Li Hong was stunned and looked down at him.

Lin Yi paused for a moment, his voice filled with lingering fear.

"The moment the main bronchus hemorrhaged, my mind went completely blank, everything went white."

"It was Teacher Ye's cold reminder that made me realize... I almost dragged the class down on the stage and caused the class monitor's death."

Li Hong remained silent for a long while.

"My palms were sweaty when I was blindly puncturing the internal jugular vein. Before inserting the thick needle, I was really afraid that my hand would shake and I would miss the mark."

In this infirmary, two young medical students finally shed their facades and confessed their truest fears in the face of life and death.

The wind and sand outside were hitting the tin windowpane, making a crackling sound.

After a while, Lin Yi finished applying the clean gauze and looked up at her directly.

"We must never let Teacher Ye down again."

Li Hong looked at the neatly bandaged gauze on her knee and nodded vigorously.

"become."

As evening fell and the sandstorm subsided, Ye Zhen and Gu Zheng arrived at the underground ward.

Engineer Liang had been awake for a short while.

His face was still ashen from blood loss, and he had a drainage tube inserted in his chest, making it extremely difficult for him to speak.

Commander Peng leaned close to the head of the bed and gently comforted her.

"Old Liang, don't worry, the doctor told you to talk less and get plenty of rest."

But Engineer Liang spoke with difficulty.

"Project... stalled... losses..."

Ye Zhen walked to the bedside and slowed down the IV drip rate for him.

"As long as people are alive, the project will have a future."