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

Right here in the United States, Benjamin's surgery has just ended.

On the other side of the ocean in China, at the Beicheng Military Region General Hospital.

In the No. 1 catheterization room of the international ward, Gao Yuan stood at the surgeon's position, the guidewire in his hand already in place.

Liu Xiaohe stared at the monitoring screen and reported the data: "Blood pressure is stable, heart rate is 92."

The child lying on the operating table was just over one year old. The routine ventricular septal defect closure procedure only had a level 2 risk in the preoperative assessment.

Gao Yuangang adjusted the angiography angle and prepared to push the occluder.

"drop--"

The electrocardiogram monitor emitted a long beep.

Liu Xiaohe suddenly looked up: "My blood pressure dropped!"

"Ninety, sixty."

"My heart rate...my heart rate has dropped to fifty!"

On the angiography screen, the child's right coronary artery trunk was completely black, and the blood flow signal was completely absent.

Severe coronary artery spasm.

This complication occurs in less than 0.3% of interventional procedures, but has a mortality rate of over 80%.

Outside the glass wall of the observation room.

Zhao Tiancheng was peering through the glass.

He had only been back from the special operations training base for less than three days, and the bruises on his body had not yet faded, and he was still walking with a slight limp.

Seeing the data on the monitoring screen, Zhao Tiancheng's lips curled up slightly.

"As expected, something bad was going to happen after Ye Zhen left."

Several senior doctors nearby also shook their heads.

"Coronary artery spasm, even open-chest surgery won't be enough."

"This child is beyond saving."

"It's too risky for Dean Zhou to give the surgical authority to these young people."

In the catheterization chamber.

Gao Yuan's palms were covered in sweat as he held the guidewire.

In the past, he would have already called the chief physician to save the day.

But suddenly, the "China Standard Crisis Management Form" that Ye Zhen had posted on the wall before she left popped into his mind.

Page 3, Coronary artery spasm.

Step 1: Stop all operations and withdraw the catheter to a safe area.

Step 2: Directly inject 200 micrograms of nitroglycerin into the coronary artery.

Step 3: The pacemaker takes over the heart rate.

Gao Yuan gritted his teeth, his voice steady: "Stop the operation, withdraw the catheter two centimeters!"

Liu Xiaohe immediately cooperated, and the catheter was moved back a bit on the contrast screen.

"Prepare 200 micrograms of nitroglycerin and administer directly into the coronary artery!"

"Set the pacemaker to asynchronous mode, heart rate to 100, and start pacing immediately!"

No hesitation.

It was carried out in strict accordance with the standard procedures.

Li Hong handed over the syringe filled with the medicine, which Gao Yuan took, and the needle was directly connected to the catheter.

The medication was administered through the catheter into the child's coronary artery.

The pacemaker's electrodes were placed on the child's chest, and a forced discharge began.

The heart rate display on the monitor was taken over by the pacemaker and jumped to eighty.

But her blood pressure was still dropping.

"Eighty, fifty."

Liu Xiaohe's voice began to tighten as she counted off.

Gao Yuan stared intently at the angiography screen, his right hand pressed against the catheter, motionless.

One minute.

Two minutes.

Some people in the observation room had already begun to sigh.

Zhao Tiancheng leaned against the wall, arms crossed, waiting to see Gao Yuan call for help.

Third minute.

The waveform on the monitor suddenly jumped.

Liu Xiaohe suddenly sat up straight: "Something's changed!"

On the angiography screen, the occluded right coronary artery began to show up, and blood flow reappeared.

"Blood pressure has risen!"

"Eighty-five, fifty-five."

Gao Yuan released his hand from the catheter and gripped the guidewire again.

"The spasm has subsided; continue the surgery."

Zhao Tiancheng's expression froze.

He couldn't believe what he was seeing.

No one was called.

There was no panic.

Two young doctors, relying on a few written rules, managed to bring back a serious intraoperative complication within four minutes.

Zhao Tiancheng took two steps back and his back hit the wall.

He finally understood.

The terrifying aspect of the Chinese standard lies not in how strong Ye Zhen is.

Its advantage lies in its ability to turn an ordinary doctor into a flawless machine.

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Let's switch our focus back to the Mayo Clinic.

The clock on the wall of the intensive care unit has reached the 24-hour mark.

The most dangerous period of low postoperative cardiac output has passed.

Inside the insulated box.

Benjamin's finger twitched.

He opened his eyes.

The nurse reached out and touched his feet; the skin temperature had returned to normal.

"The limbs are warming up and peripheral circulation is recovering well."

The data on the monitoring screen were so stable that it didn't look like a baby who had just undergone surgery.

Stephen stood by the glass wall and picked up the microphone for the internal broadcast system.

"I am Stephen."

"Patient No. 9087, Benjamin."

"The 24-hour danger period has officially passed."

Outside the corridor.

Upon hearing the broadcast, the blonde mother covered her mouth, and tears immediately streamed down her face.

Harrison stood up.

Old Cohen stood up.

Throughout the entire intensive care unit, all the Mayo Clinic staff spontaneously stood up.

Applause erupted from the end of the corridor, spreading out in unison.

Gu Zheng stood to the side and behind Ye Zhen, watching the scene before him, and straightened his chest.

He didn't say anything, but simply took half a step forward, blocking several reporters who were trying to rush over.

Ye Zhen looked at everyone.

"Benjamin needs to be observed for another 72 hours, and any fluctuations in indicators must be reported immediately."

She didn't say anything more.

The woman nodded vigorously, tears falling to the ground.

Just then.

At the other end of the corridor, Dr. Wilson, the top executive officer of the Mayo Clinic, strode over.

He was followed by two men in suits, each wearing an FDA badge.

Wilson ignored the applause around him.

His face was frighteningly pale, and he was clutching a newly received urgent telegram in his hand.

The applause stopped.

Everyone looked at Wilson.

Wilson walked directly up to Ye Zhen and handed her the telegram.

"Dr. Ye."

"The U.S. Food and Drug Administration has just issued an emergency halt order."

"They refuse to acknowledge the legitimacy of single-case authorization."

He paused, his voice very low.

"And we demanded that the police immediately seal all of Benjamin's medical records."

"A criminal investigation has been launched against you for practicing medicine without a license."

The air in the corridor seemed to freeze.

Stephen turned around abruptly.

"What?!"

Harrison's hand, holding the medical record, froze in mid-air.

Cohen slammed his laptop onto the table.

"absurd!"

Gu Zheng stepped forward, blocking Ye Zhen's path.

Ye Zhen took the telegram and glanced at it.

The wording on the telegram was very harsh.

"Medical practice without FDA approval", "Violation of federal health regulations", "Immediate cessation of all related treatments".

The signature is from the FDA Commissioner's Office.

Ye Zhen folded the telegram and handed it back to Wilson.

"Benjamin's postoperative treatment cannot be stopped."

Wilson opened his mouth, but didn't say anything.

Two investigators from behind the FDA stepped forward.

"Dr. Ye, please cooperate with the investigation."

"We need to seal all relevant medical records and surgical records."

Gu Zheng turned to the side, using his body to block the other person's outstretched hand.

"The medical records can be sealed, but postoperative treatment must continue."

The investigator frowned.

"This is not something you can decide."

"FDA orders supersede hospital internal authorizations."

Stephen rushed forward.

"Benjamin is still under observation after surgery!"

"Stop Dr. Ye's treatment plan; he'll be in great danger!"

The investigator remained expressionless.

"That's a legal responsibility that the Mayo Clinic needs to bear."

"It has nothing to do with the FDA."

Harrison picked up the intercom.

"I'll call the director's office right now."

The investigator shook his head.

"It's no use."

"This is a federal decision."