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"His heart rate has dropped to forty!" The anesthesiologist jumped up.

Inside the catheterization lab, the urgent alarm was almost piercing our eardrums.

Gao Yuan's hand, gripping the angiography tube, trembled uncontrollably: "Professor Ye, atrioventricular block has occurred. According to procedure, the occluder must be withdrawn immediately!"

Ye Zhen stared intently at the imaging images on the X-ray screen.

The six-year-old child's ventricular septal defect was located in a very remote location, and the edge of the occluder was already touching the heart's conduction bundle.

If the occluder is withdrawn at this moment, it means that the surgery has completely reverted to its starting point.

Given the child's current state of hypoxia and failing cardiopulmonary function, he simply cannot survive until the second time he goes on stage.

"Don't retreat." Ye Zhen gripped the control lever.

Gao Yuan grew anxious and raised his voice: "But the conduction bundle is being compressed, which could cause cardiac arrest at any moment!"

"Administer 0.5 mg of atropine to keep the heart rate stable," Ye Zhen instructed, turning the fine-tuning knob in her hand.

Li Hong immediately administered the medication.

Ye Zhen did not pull back, but instead added a bit of force to the push rod, rotating the plugger five degrees clockwise.

With this tiny movement, the edge of the metal umbrella disc moved a millimeter away, grazing the most vulnerable His bundle nerve.

With this slight change, the heart rate waveform on the monitor jumped twice, then returned to 65 beats per minute.

"Sinus rhythm has been restored." The anesthesiologist slumped back into his chair, his back soaked with cold sweat.

Gao Yuan stared intently at the screen, his Adam's apple bobbing with difficulty.

In that situation, any doctor would have immediately removed the instruments to save the patient's life.

Ye Zhen stepped down from the operating table, giving her place to Gao Yuan to take over the pressure to stop the bleeding.

"Rules are made by people, and it depends on the situation." Ye Zhen tore off her sterile gloves and accurately threw them into the waste bin.

"Once the specific direction of the conduction bundle is understood, the pressure can be relieved by changing the shape of the umbrella disc; blindly removing it is not the best approach."

After saying that, she turned and walked out of the catheterization lab.

This was the fourth high-risk surgery before departure, and it was all completed.

Back in her office, Ye Zhen walked to her desk and opened the work schedule.

Just as my gaze fell on the fifth medical record, a hand with distinct fingers reached out and snatched it away.

Gu Zheng stood by the table, dressed in casual clothes.

He held an aluminum lunchbox in his other hand and glanced at his watch: "You've been working non-stop for five and a half hours since you entered the catheterization lab."

Ye Zhen reached for the medical record: "Let me see the postoperative blood test results for patient number five."

Gu Zheng didn't return it to her. Instead, he slapped the medical record on his lap and pushed the open lunchbox in front of her.

Braised pork ribs and stir-fried kale, still steaming hot.

"I won't stop you from taking care of the patients, but you need to start eating now." Gu Zheng pulled out a chair and sat down opposite him with an air of authority.

Ye Zhen looked at the medical records that had been confiscated.

If anyone else dared to take her job at this time, she would have quit long ago.

Gu Zheng flipped open the medical record and glanced at it.

"White blood cell count, 9.5," Gu Zheng read aloud.

"The percentage of neutrophils is 65%."

Ye Zhen picked up her chopsticks, took a piece of pork rib, and put it in her mouth: "Within the normal range, there are no signs of postoperative infection."

"Heart rate 110." Gu Zheng continued scrolling down.

"Follow-up ultrasound examination showed that the shunt had disappeared and the left ventricular end-diastolic volume was 35."

Ye Zhen swallowed her food: "Make it a little smaller, and have the nurse slow down the IV drip rate, not exceeding 30 milliliters per hour."

Gu Zheng picked up the red pen on the table and added the line to the doctor's order form for her.

His handwriting carried the sharpness of someone from a military background, each stroke crisp and decisive, yet strangely fitting the rigor of this medical order.

After finishing writing, he turned to the next page and continued reading the monitoring data.

Ye Zhen didn't say anything more and focused on dealing with the ribs in her lunchbox.

Ten minutes later, the lunchbox was empty.

After Gu Zheng finished reading the last nursing record and confirmed that it was correct, he closed the medical record and pushed it back to Ye Zhen's side.

"Eat your fill before you go do your rounds."

"Don't go to America and make people think that even doctors in our country can't get enough to eat."

Ye Zhen took the tissue and wiped her mouth: "Thank you."

"This is an additional service provided by the strategic-level escort," Gu Zheng said, taking the lunchbox away.

"You are welcome."

3 PM, conference room of the foreign-related special ward.

Ye Zhen sat in the main seat.

The detailed rules and regulations that had been drafted before departure were laid out in front of them.

Liu Xiaohe, Gao Yuan, Lin Yi, and Li Hongquan were all present, and Dean Zhou Hai was also in attendance.

My flight is early tomorrow morning; this is the last handover before I leave.

"I've taught you everything I needed to. I won't be at the hospital tomorrow." Ye Zhen tapped her fingers on the table, getting straight to the point.

The group straightened their backs.

Ye Zhen pointed to the schedule: "For cases of level 2 or below risk, Liu Xiaohe and Gao Yuan, you two will be the lead surgeons."

"When encountering complex situations, we discuss and handle them together."

"If you can't reach an agreement through negotiation, don't force it."

"Understood," the two replied in unison.

Ye Zhen turned to Zhou Hai: "Dean, for high-risk cases of level three or above, surgical scheduling will be temporarily suspended."

"In the event of an emergency, you will lead a hospital-wide consultation."

"I only have one request: stabilize the cycle and wait for me to come back."

Zhou Hai nodded: "Don't worry about that. The experts in the entire hospital are not just for show. We can save lives."

Ye Zhen looked at Lin Yi: "I'm handing over all the authority for post-operative rounds to you."

"The frequency of ward rounds for all children must be in accordance with the system. Anyone who dares to make an excuse to skip a ward round will be dismissed immediately."

Lin Yi agreed: "I will personally lead a team to keep an eye on it, without any compromise."

Finally, Ye Zhen's gaze fell on Li Hong.

"Li Hong, you are in charge of postoperative early warning and scheduling suspension authority." Ye Zhen's voice was very calm.

"If there is a shortage of nurses, or if there are signs of cross-infection in the ward, you do not need to report to your superiors; you have the authority to stop all subsequent elective surgeries directly."

The moment those words were spoken, the air in the conference room seemed to freeze.

Granting a young nurse the privilege of directly halting all surgeries is something Zhou Hai, who has been the hospital director for decades, has never dared to do.

"Isn't this a bit too much power?" Zhou Hai couldn't help but interject.

"If we stop at the wrong point and delay the normal progress of the surgery..."

"It's my fault for parking in the wrong place," Ye Zhen interrupted him.

"I'd rather she overreact in this position than shirk responsibility after something goes wrong."

"No one may relax the reporting standards just because I am not present."

The meeting room fell silent.

"If everything is fine, then that's settled." Ye Zhen stood up.

As everyone dispersed, Zhou Hai gave Ye Zhen some instructions as he walked out.

"Xiao Ye, don't put too much pressure on yourself when you get there."

"As long as we can clearly explain the standards, that's fine. If they deliberately make things difficult for us, we can simply not answer. We can't get into an argument with them on the spot."

Ye Zhen nodded: "I only speak up when their questions are valuable."

"It's pointless, I don't have time to argue with them."