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

Zhou Hai patted Gao Yuan on the shoulder.

"Did you hear that? From today onwards, you are all capable of standing on your own."

Before Gao Yuan could answer, Ye Zhen had already taken back both records.

"Qualification certification is not a get-out-of-jail-free card."

She tapped the cover of the record twice.

"For cases within the level 2 risk range, follow the standard procedures. Any cases exceeding the assessment scope must be reported. Anyone who dares to act recklessly will have their qualifications immediately suspended."

Liu Xiaohe and Gao Yuan responded in unison.

"clear."

Ye Zhen looked up at the two of them.

"Over the next three days, in addition to completing the scheduled surgeries, each of you should prepare five complete medical records. The preoperative assessment, instrument selection, crisis contingency plan, and postoperative follow-up should all be clearly written down."

"When I'm not around, who picks up the patients and who makes the judgments must all be documented on paper. Level 2 risk cases are assigned to you. Lin Yi is in charge of the inspection system, and Li Hong is in charge of postoperative early warning registration."

Upon hearing this, Zhou Hai's joy faded somewhat.

"Are you essentially dismantling the entire foreign affairs district and handing it over to them?"

"This is how teams are supposed to operate."

Liu Jianmin remained silent for a moment before speaking.

What about those high-risk children?

"All surgeries were completed before departure."

Gu Zheng walked in from outside, holding a piece of English letter paper with gold foil patterns.

"Mayo is still waiting for a reply, waiting for you to confirm when you want to go."

Ye Zhen took the letter and quickly glanced at it. Harrison confirmed in the letter that Mayo would arrange the highest-level main lecture hall for her, the topic of the report would be decided by her, and the Q&A session would be tentatively scheduled for forty-five minutes.

Ye Zhen picked up her pen and tapped it lightly on the table.

"What part are you not satisfied with?" Gu Zheng asked.

"The Q&A session must be fully preserved. Questions should not be pre-screened on-site, and only designated experts should be invited."

Zhou Hai felt a tightness in his chest as he listened.

"Xiao Ye, it's already a big favor that Mayo Clinic is willing to arrange a lecture hall for you. Do you really want everyone to be able to get in? What if someone deliberately provokes us?"

"Let him ask; only questions that are out in the open are worth answering."

Ye Zhen took out a new sheet of paper and began to write.

"First, there are no restrictions on attendees. Doctors, engineers, medical students, and journalists are all welcome to attend, as long as they submit an application and meet the basic safety requirements. Second, questions must not be pre-screened; all questions will be processed in the order they are registered on-site. Questions involving patient privacy will have their names and identities removed, but the medical content will be retained."

"I love the way you talk about collaborations," Gu Zheng said with a smile.

Zhou Hai couldn't help but interject.

Aren't you afraid he'll think you're too domineering?

Ye Zhen closed her pen.

"He was the one who invited us, but we couldn't agree on the rules and canceled the trip."

Gu Zheng folded the letter and put it into a file bag.

"Departure time?"

Three days later.

Gu Zheng nodded.

"I'll arrange security and transportation. You're a strategic-level talent now. You need security when you go out, a liaison officer when you enter a venue, and someone to confirm your accommodation. You can refuse their questions, but you can't refuse your own safety."

Ye Zhen glanced at him and didn't argue anymore.

"Don't worry, Teacher Ye, things will be fine at the hospital," Liu Xiaohe said.

Lin Yi opened the notebook in his hand.

"I will compile the abnormal data into a table every day."

Ye Zhen looked at them, her tone serious.

"Don't wait for my instructions; handle it according to the established procedures. If you make a mistake, I'll hold you accountable when I get back. If you don't make a decision, the patient will bear the consequences for you."

Several people agreed at the same time.

"clear."

That day, the transoceanic fax machine ejected a long paper tape, and the Mayo Clinic received Ye Zhen's reply.

Harrison read the entire document and immediately convened a meeting of management.

"She confirmed she would arrive in three days and stay for seven days."

Stephen's cold, hard voice came from the other side of the conference table.

"She agreed to be questioned by internal experts?"

"She agreed to a public report."

Stephen's voice suddenly rose.

"Public? Harrison, she demanded no restrictions on attendees and no pre-screening of questions! What does she take Mayo Clinic for? Can she just let whoever she wants in?"

Harrison flipped through the pages in his hand, his tone calm.

"She accepted an invitation to communicate, not a notice of trial."

"Mayo Clinic isn't a corridor at the North City Military General Hospital where anyone can just barge in with medical records!" Stephen angrily said. "She even demanded that reporters and medical students sit in on the proceedings. When someone asked a pointed question and there were misinterpretations, Mayo Clinic had to bear all the public pressure."

"Then let the experts get ready."

"Are you still supporting her?"

"I'm saving face for Mayo. Her Chinese standards haven't been clinically validated in the US, so she's giving the presentation."

"Then let's hold the report in a small conference room, only invite core experts, and not issue briefings or open registration to the public," Stephen decided firmly.

Harrison turned to the last page.

"No, I request the largest lecture hall."

"Are you crazy?"

Harrison picked up the venue application form from the table.

"I'm perfectly clear-headed. She'll face all the questions, so we'll give her all the questions. Mayo doesn't need to maintain his authority by filtering questions. Stephen, I'm reminding you, she'll be here in three days. If you want to turn the exchange into an internal interrogation, you can send a telegram now telling her not to come."

Are you threatening me?

"This is a notification."

Harrison left the meeting room immediately.

Half an hour later, the application to use the Mayo Clinic's largest auditorium was forcibly submitted.

The hall has 1,200 seats and was originally intended for the annual international medical conference.

The administrator checked the application three times after reviewing it.

"Professor Harrison, are you sure you want to open 1,200 seats?"

"Sure."

"How should I ask the question?"

"On-site registration will be conducted in order, and no one may make any prior deletions or alterations."

"What about Professor Stephen..."

"His opinion does not affect the venue application."

The next morning at nine o'clock, the Mayo Clinic sent a medical briefing to major medical institutions across North America via a dedicated line.

The briefing did not exaggerate the "miracle" or mention the Nobel nomination; it only listed Dr. Yeh Chen's presentation time and the open Q&A session.

At 9:30 a.m., the two fax machines at the Mayo Clinic registration desk began spitting out paper at a frantic pace, with more than 800 people registering.

At 10:30, the head of the registration office looked at the seven long-distance lines that were about to be overwhelmed with calls and broke out in a cold sweat.

Faxed applications piled up like a small mountain, and the number of applicants exceeded 1,460, far surpassing the capacity of the main lecture hall.

The registration supervisor rushed to the college affairs committee.

"Mr. Stephen, the long-distance phone is still ringing; we're getting dozens of new telegrams every minute requesting to reserve a seat!"

Stephen picked up the printed registration summary sheet.

The first page features top doctors from the Mayo Clinic, and the second page features professors from Harvard Medical School.

Starting from the third page, a large number of attending physicians, resident physicians, and medical students from hospitals in various states of the United States appeared, as well as science reporters from major newspapers and the families of sick children who had heard the news.

Stephen slammed the summary sheet heavily on the table.

"Immediately shut down the hotline and stop registration!"

Harrison walked up to the supervisor.

"Don't cut off the line. Register all the excess applicants and apply for closed-circuit television broadcasting in the second lecture hall."

"Harrison!" Stephen looked up abruptly.

The supervisor hesitated.

"The installation of closed-circuit broadcast lines requires approval from the Academy Affairs Committee."

Harrison looked at Stephen.

"Then let him approve it now."