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

Gu Zheng took the water bottle from Ye Zhen and tightened the screws.

As soon as she took off her mask, the crowd outside operating room number three pushed forward again.

"Dr. Ye! Please answer this!"

"Have you brought Benjamin back to life?"

"You don't have a US license, so why were you allowed to stand on the Mayo Clinic operating table?"

"Is this related to the Nobel Prize nomination?"

The security guard's arm was placed across the barrier line, and he was forced to take two steps back by the crowd.

Martha stood beside her, clutching the documents, her face even paler than before.

Just as Stephen was about to order his men to forcibly clear the area, Ye Zhen raised her hand to stop him.

"Don't push."

Gu Zheng turned his head to look at her.

Ye Zhen took off her surgical cap and handed it to the nurse in a low voice.

"They won't leave; the more you try to stop them, the more chaotic things become."

Xu Wenqiang became anxious.

"Dr. Ye, you just finished surgery, there's no need for an interview right now. This isn't a place for them to run wild."

"Ten minutes."

Ye Zhen looked at the crowd that had surrounded them.

The reporters raised their recorders, cameras, and microphones.

She took half a step forward.

Gu Zheng moved along with her, his body positioned between her and the crowd.

Ye Zhen patted his arm.

"I'll do it."

Gu Zheng didn't move aside, but only shifted his position half a step to the side.

Ye Zhen raised her hand and pointed to the yellow isolation line on the ground.

"All reporters, step back behind the lines."

The argument was still going on.

"Dr. Ye, we only need one question!"

Please answer directly!

Ye Zhen didn't reply.

She glanced down at her watch.

"You have ten minutes. I have three requests."

She looked up.

"First, stand behind the isolation line. Second, each media outlet can only ask one question. Third, I will not answer questions involving patient privacy."

A reporter immediately interrupted, "So are you avoiding the key question?"

Ye Zhen looked over.

"No, you've already used your media's question."

The reporter was taken aback.

A few people nearby cheered, and the crowd that was pushing forward stopped.

Gu Zheng raised his hand, palm facing outward.

"If you hear that, then leave."

He didn't yell, but his words were more effective than the security guard shouting.

The reporters retreated behind the lines.

Robert from CNN stood at the very front, holding his tape recorder the highest.

Ye Zhen looked at Stephen.

"Mayo can arrange for someone to record each question and my answer on the spot."

Stephen immediately gave instructions to the staff.

"Prepare for shorthand. Martha, you stay here."

Martha pursed her lips and opened the folder.

Ye Zhen then looked at Harrison.

"The first blood gas analysis after surgery was sent directly to the intensive care unit. Don't wait until the interview is over."

Harrison immediately turned around and gave instructions to the nurse.

At that moment, Robert seized the first opportunity.

"Dr. Ye, can we declare Benjamin's first surgery a success? Are you willing to acknowledge that this is a victory for Chinese standards on American soil?"

The sound of camera shutters clicking all around immediately intensified.

Ye Zhen did not follow his lead.

"cannot."

Robert visibly paused.

"cannot?"

"Benjamin has completed the first stage of surgery."

Ye Zhen broke down her words.

"He is still alive, his blood oxygen has returned to the target range, and the shunt is temporarily unblocked. In the next 24 hours, low cardiac output, shunt thrombus, or uncontrolled pulmonary blood flow could all be fatal."

She paused for a moment.

"You can record things, but don't write about miracles and successes for me."

Robert was unwilling to accept this.

"But he was on the verge of death just now, and you were the one who brought him off the operating table."

"The fact that a doctor takes a patient out of the operating room does not mean that the patient is safe."

Ye Zhen spoke calmly.

"If you want to report good news, wait until he is stable after 24 hours. If you want to write a headline, don't celebrate for the patient in advance."

A young reporter next to him raised his hand.

"Dr. Ye, are you worried that the media is exaggerating?"

"I'm worried that the public is being misled."

Ye Zhen turned to look at Benjamin's parents not far away.

The blonde woman was still leaning on her husband's shoulder, clutching the baby's blanket in her hand. When the man heard the words "twenty-four hours," his throat moved, but he didn't say anything.

A reporter immediately asked the second question.

"You are not licensed to practice medicine in Minnesota, yet you are performing surgeries at the Mayo Clinic. Does this constitute practicing medicine without a license?"

Martha's fingers immediately gripped the edge of the folder.

Stephen frowned as well.

Xu Wenqiang became an instant sensation.

"This question is maliciously misleading!"

Ye Zhen raised her hand, signaling him to stop.

She turned to Martha.

"Ms. Martha, please read the document."

Martha was taken aback.

"What?"

"Emergency authorization for a single case."

Ye Zhen pointed to the documents in her arms.

"There are also three professional guarantors and a phone confirmation record from the ethics committee. This is America, and we operate according to American rules. Now, please read the rules to them."

Martha glanced at Stephen.

Stephen began in a deep voice: "Read."

Martha took a deep breath and opened the folder.

"Mayo Clinic's single-case emergency clinical authorization applies to special resuscitation situations where conventional treatment pathways cannot provide a chance of survival, the patient is in immediate danger of death, and the physician intending to administer the treatment possesses irreplaceable technical capabilities."

She continued reading.

"Professional guarantor, Professor Stephen Hall."

The reporters immediately looked at Stephen.

Stephen did not dodge.

Martha continued.

"Second guarantor: Professor Harrison. Third external expert opinion: Professor Raymond Cohen, Cleveland Clinic."

Old Cohen was standing at the back of the crowd. When he heard his name called, he immediately tucked his notebook under his arm.

"I signed it."

Someone pressed further, "Professor Cohen, are you confirming your support for Dr. Ye to perform the surgery?"

Old Cohen raised his hand impatiently.

"I wrote it very clearly. Without surgery, the child will die within hours. Her plan has operational guidelines."

Martha continued reading.

"The Ethics Committee's duty chair confirmed by phone that the three members agreed to the provisional authorization taking effect. The authorization is limited to the case of Benjamin."

Ye Zhen looked at the reporter.

"Did you hear me clearly?"

"You can question the Mayo Clinic system. You can also question Professor Stephen, Professor Harrison, Professor Cohen, and the ethics committee. Don't label me as illegal first."

The scene fell silent briefly.

Immediately afterwards, someone in the back row whispered, "Beautiful!"

The shutter clicked again.

Robert raised his hand.

"I have another question."

Gu Zheng interrupted directly.

"You media outlets have run out of questions."

Robert choked.

Another CNN assistant quickly raised his hand.

"We are the other person to ask a question."

Gu Zheng looked at Ye Zhen.

Ye Zhen nodded.

"ask."

The assistant immediately took over.

"The outside world is paying close attention to your Nobel Prize nomination in Medicine. Some believe that your decision to take on Benjamin in the United States was to enhance your international prestige. How do you respond to this?"

Even Harrison frowned this time.

Benjamin's father looked up abruptly.

Ye Zhen did not answer immediately.