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

The main hospital office building is on the third floor.

Zhou Hai was holding an enamel mug, looking down and blowing on the two plump goji berries floating on the surface.

Before the tea even touched his lips, Director Sun from the medical affairs office barged in without knocking.

"Dean! Something terrible has happened!"

Zhou Hai's hand trembled, and the scalding tea splashed directly onto the back of his hand, making him jump on the spot.

"How old are you to still be so impulsive? Which building collapsed this time?"

Director Sun braced himself on his knees, panting heavily, his voice cracking.

"It wasn't the building that collapsed, it was Dr. Ye! Dr. Ye is going to win the Nobel Prize!"

"puff--"

Zhou Hai sprayed the half-mouthed tea he hadn't swallowed all over the table.

He didn't even bother to wipe the water off the back of his hands before grabbing Director Sun by the collar.

"Say it again? Who took what?"

"The Nobel Prize in Medicine! It's all over the place!" Director Sun stamped his feet anxiously. "They say that the British medical luminary, Williams, along with a whole bunch of top European professors, sent the nomination letter directly to the department!"

Zhou Hai froze for two seconds, then suddenly shoved Director Sun aside and rushed out the door in his cloth shoes.

"My God, our ancestors' graves are emitting auspicious smoke!"

The ward for international patients was now buzzing with excitement.

Regardless of whether they understood the significance of the Nobel Prize, everyone crowded around the nurses' station, discussing it animatedly.

Zhou Hai strode to Ye Zhen's office door.

He straightened his collar, took a deep breath, and was just about to put on his dean's airs and give a few words of congratulations when he pushed open the door.

The atmosphere inside was completely different from that outside; the air pressure was frighteningly low.

Ye Zhen sat steadily at her desk, a red pen in her hand.

Two young interns stood opposite each other with their heads down, not daring to breathe.

Why are two data points missing from the postoperative anticoagulation record?

Ye Zhen slammed a stack of medical records onto the table.

"The lesson of Zhang Xiaobao's thrombosis is only a few days old? The inspection system is clearly written down and posted on the wall. For children with level four warning signs, skin temperature and dorsalis pedis artery pulsation should be recorded every half hour. What is this you wrote?"

The intern stammered, not daring to look up. "Teacher Ye, I checked it at the time, and there was nothing unusual, so... I just thought I'd fill it out uniformly."

"Can you fabricate data just by recalling it from memory if there are no abnormalities?"

Ye Zhen grabbed the page of the medical record, tore it off with a ripping sound, crumpled it into a ball, and threw it into the wastebasket.

"In clinical practice, there's no such thing as 'I've seen it,' only written words and precise times. Go back and rewrite it; if it's not up to standard, don't even think about getting into the catheterization lab."

The two interns, feeling as if they had been granted a pardon, grabbed the remaining medical records and fled in panic.

Zhou Hai stood at the door, his prepared congratulatory remarks stuck in his throat, unable to be swallowed or spit out.

"Xiao Ye, there are rumors that you've been nominated for the Nobel Prize," Zhou Hai said tentatively.

Ye Zhen looked up at him and casually picked up the next medical record.

"Dean Zhou, you've come at the right time. The department's medical record writing standards need a major overhaul."

Zhou Hai swallowed hard. "No, let's talk about the Nobel Prize first."

"Can the Nobel Prize help patients fight blood clots?" Ye Zhen turned to another page and drew a large circle on it with a red pen. "Or can the Nobel Prize open up blocked coronary arteries?"

Zhou Hai was rendered speechless by her words.

The entire hospital was practically in an uproar over this news, but she herself was still sitting here overseeing basic medical procedures.

The sound of military boots landing in unison came from outside the door.

Gu Zheng, dressed in a crisp military uniform, strode into the office.

Gu Zheng turned his head to look at Ye Zhen, who was still focused on correcting medical records, and walked over to cover the thick folder with his hand.

"Honey, it's time to leave work on time today."

"I still have five medical records to review."

Gu Zheng snatched the pen from her hand, bent down, and whispered in her ear.

"There's half a hen stewing in the pot at the special operations regiment's family compound. It'll get cold if we don't go back to eat it. Besides, I've been ordered to protect you at all times."

Seeing the undisguised amusement in his eyes, Ye Zhen reluctantly stood up and took off her white coat.

The quarry in the northern suburbs is the training base for the special operations regiment.

The muddy puddles, crushed by the generator tracks after the rain, emitted a pungent, fishy stench.

Zhao Tiancheng was gritting his teeth as he struggled through the mud and water.

Today, instead of carrying a medical kit, he was carrying a 30-kilogram mannequin.

To prevent cheating, the dummy was tightly strapped to his chest, making it difficult for him to breathe.

"Dr. Zhao! Watch your pace!"

On the nearby high ground, Xiao Wang was shouting down into the crowd through a megaphone.

Zhao Tiancheng felt like his lungs were about to explode, and his ears were ringing.

Two medics in charge of the safety assessment, wearing military boots, followed him casually along the edge of the mud pit, chatting as they went.

"Xiao Liu, have you heard? It's all over the place at the main hospital today."

"What's up?"

"Dr. Ye! She's our Commander Gu's wife. I heard a top British professor is leading the effort to award her the Nobel Prize in Medicine!"

Zhao Tiancheng suddenly stopped in his tracks in the mud.

The medic didn't notice him and continued to boast.

"Wow, a Nobel Prize! Foreign officials are lining up to have her perform surgery. This time, we Chinese can finally hold our heads high on the world stage."

A muffled "bang" was heard.

Zhao Tiancheng's legs went weak, and he and the dummy crashed straight into the mud.

Muddy water poured wildly into his nose and mouth.

"What...did you say?"

He lay prone in the mud, struggling to lift his filthy face, staring intently at the medic, his voice trembling as if he were being shaken.

The medic glanced at him and kindly explained.

"They say Dr. Ye Zhen has been nominated for a top international award. Dr. Zhao, you used to work in the same department as Dr. Ye, didn't you hear about this good news?"

A deafening boom echoed in Zhao Tiancheng's mind, as if he had been directly hit by a heavy artillery piece.

He filed a formal complaint against Ye Zhen, risking everything to submit incriminating materials to the provincial and ministerial levels.

He thought he could bring Ye Zhen down, but instead he ended up being dragged into this dark and hopeless quagmire and trained like a dog.

And what about Ye Zhen?

She didn't even glance at him; with a turn of her head, she ascended directly to the pinnacle of the world's medical community.

Nobel Prize!

That was an honor he could never have dreamed of in his entire life.

The gap is so large that even jealousy and resentment have become a pathetic joke.

"No...it's impossible...how could this be..."

Zhao Tiancheng knelt in the half-meter-deep mud, his hands digging desperately into the filth.

A wave of utter despair surged from the soles of his feet to the top of his head, shattering his last shred of laughable self-esteem.

He tilted his head back, opened his mud-covered mouth, and began to wail loudly in the mud.

The cries were shrill and piercing, utterly heartbreaking.

On the high slope, Xiao Wang decisively turned the volume of the loudspeaker to the maximum.

The stirring military songs once again resounded throughout the quarry.

"Dr. Zhao! Cry as you please, but dropping the dummy is a five-point deduction! Get up now and go back to the starting point to start over!"

Zhao Tiancheng burst into tears, then collapsed back into the mud, unable to get up again.