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

Nine o\'clock the next morning.

Major American television networks simultaneously broadcast footage of Benjamin\'s post-operative recovery.

In the CNN studio, British cardiologist Mitchell points to the blood gas curve on the screen.

Blood oxygen levels rose from 65 to 83.

Lactic acid levels dropped from 9.2 to 3.8.

\"This isn\'t some Eastern magic trick fabricated by the media,\" Mitchell said, tapping the data panel.

\"This is a rigorous, verifiable, and replicable set of medical standards.\"

\"Ms. Ye clearly stated all the risks of complications and presented perfect data.\"

The host pressed for an answer.

\"What were the reasons the FDA issued the ban?\"

Mitchell stopped writing.

\"Because someone turned an academic disagreement into an administrative murder.\"

\"Medicine is not afraid of being questioned.\"

\"But I\'m afraid that some people might use the questioning to hinder doctors from saving lives.\"

Fox News Channel.

The host zoomed in on Benjamin\'s heart rate waveform from the early morning, highlighting a segment of heart rate changes within a red circle.

One hundred and eight.

Ninety-two.

Special guest Dr. Dawson sat in a leather chair, spreading his hands out dramatically.

\"A four-month-old baby\'s heart rate continued to decline after surgery.\"

\"Isn\'t this enough to alarm the FDA?\"

\"U.S. citizens should not be guinea pigs for uncertified foreign technologies.\"

The host followed up.

\"So you support the FDA\'s circuit breaker mechanism?\"

\"Of course, before the data is verified locally, any risk is irresponsible towards life.\"

in the afternoon.

Boston Children\'s Hospital, Emergency and Resuscitation Area.

The wheels of the transfer bed screeched against the ground as Emily rushed through the door.

Lucy, the daughter, lay in bed with a pressurized oxygen mask over her nose.

Her little hands gripped the bed sheet, her fingernails revealing a horrifying bluish-purple hue.

The nurse kept increasing the oxygen flow rate.

On the monitor screen, the blood oxygen saturation plummeted from 80 to 76.

Emily felt a chill run through her body.

She was reading a bedtime story to Lucy on the phone that morning.

At noon, the nanny called for an ambulance because the child suddenly couldn\'t breathe while playing with building blocks and his lips turned black.

Dr. Miller, the attending physician, walked over with the freshly printed ultrasound report.

\"The ventricular septal defect has not shrunk.\"

\"The narrowest part of the left ventricular outflow tract is still 4.8 millimeters.\"

\"Pulmonary artery systolic blood pressure is 63.\"

\"Lucy\'s heart has reached its limit.\"

Emily immediately opened her handbag and pulled out the consultation form issued by Mayo.

The edges of the paper were crumpled from her grip.

Ye Zhen\'s preoperative assessment comments were printed on it.

Redo the 3D ultrasound.

Balloon sealing test.

Simultaneous monitoring of left ventricular pressure, aortic regurgitation, and conduction.

The surgical team is on standby, ready to switch to open-chest surgery at any time.

Miller glanced at the lines of text, his gaze lingering on the signature.

\"Where did the plan originate?\"

\"Dr. Ye Zhen,\" Emily stepped forward, \"she reviewed Lucy\'s medical records yesterday and gave a clear answer that it\'s possible to do it, and we\'re preparing according to the level four risk standard.\"

Miller pushed the consultation form back.

\"I watched the morning news.\"

\"The FDA\'s emergency notification has been sent to the legal departments of major hospitals.\"

\"All clinical protocols involving Chinese standards are frozen.\"

Emily\'s voice trembled.

\"She\'s short of oxygen right now, you guys have to do something.\"

Miller did not take the paper.

\"According to the hospital\'s current compliance procedures, we can only continue to administer oxygen, diuretics, and control pulmonary artery pressure.\"

\"We\'ll assess the indications for open-chest surgery once she reaches the target weight.\"

\"She won\'t make it that far!\" Emily raised her voice and slammed the consultation form on the table.

\"Dr. Ye wrote it very clearly. You can do a balloon closure test. The parameters for each step are available for reference.\"

Miller shook his head.

\"No team at Boston Children\'s Hospital dared to take the case.\"

\"If anything goes wrong at this critical juncture, the surgeon will be taken away by the FBI.\"

Emily stared at the white coat opposite her.

\"So your compliance policy is just watching her die?\"

Miller avoided her gaze.

\"I can\'t gamble the future of the entire department on a plan that\'s on the FDA\'s blacklist.\"

The sharp alarms of medical instruments echoed in the emergency room.

The nurse ran over.

\"Blood oxygen 74\".

\"The child exhibited obvious signs of irritability.\"

Emily bent down and pressed Lucy\'s cold little hands against her face.

The image of the baby who had safely passed the critical period in the Mayo Clinic\'s intensive care unit, and the Fox News term \"experimental subject,\" flashed alternately through my mind.

No one dared to answer.

It\'s not that the medical skills are insufficient.

No one dared to defy that flimsy piece of administrative paper.

evening.

Rochester, Minnesota.

Emily signed a waiver, and Boston Children\'s Hospital refused to perform surgery but agreed to a high-risk medical transfer.

The emergency helicopter landed on the Mayo Clinic helipad.

It was completely dark.

Lucy was moved to the intensive care unit.

Ye Zhen is in the temporary rest room on the first floor of the administration building.

Two Mayo security personnel were standing outside the door.

FDA investigator Mullen sat on a bench at the other end of the corridor, with a sealed box containing medical records at his feet.

Emily ran to the police line following the signs.

His blond hair was disheveled, and his coat reeked of the pungent disinfectant smell from the transfer cabin.

\"Dr. Ye.\"

Gu Zheng stepped to the side, placing his arm across the barrier.

Emily immediately stopped and held up the medical record folder in her hand.

\"I\'m not going in.\"

\"I just want you to look at Lucy\'s stats.\"

Ye Zhen stood up from the chair in the lounge.

\"Where is he?\"

\"Intensive care unit.\" Emily pressed the consultation form against the transparent partition. \"Her blood oxygen level has dropped to 74. The Boston legal department has issued a notice that no one dares to use your treatment plan.\"

\"You wrote a contingency plan, please go up and take a look.\"

\"You don\'t need to hold the scalpel; you can just stand by and guide them.\"

Ye Zhen stood still, not touching the medical records on the partition.

She turned her head and looked towards the end of the corridor.

Mullen was holding a coffee cup, staring coldly at them.

Emily followed her gaze and looked over, her face turning deathly pale.

\"They\'re not even sparing Lucy?\"

\"They don\'t know Lucy.\" Ye Zhen turned her gaze back.

\"They only recognize official FDA documents.\"

Emily\'s shoulders heaved violently.

\"What should we do then?\"

\"Lucy will die.\"

Ye Zhen raised her hand and pointed to the yellow and black warning line in front of her.

\"In this country, it\'s a sin for me to even touch her.\"

Emily\'s hand, which was bracing against the partition, slipped down.

Gu Zheng remained on guard the entire time.

Ye Zhen paused for two seconds before speaking again.

\"If you want to live, come to the General Hospital of the China Northern Military Region.\"

\"I\'ll make it for you myself.\"

Emily looked up abruptly.

\"Now?\"

\"First, let Mayo\'s team maintain circulation with medication.\" Ye Zhen spoke quickly and clearly. \"Harrison is responsible for coordinating the transfer data with the Chinese foreign affairs team.\"

\"Chartered flights, cross-border surveillance equipment, and diplomatic handover procedures—none of these can be omitted.\"

Emily nodded vigorously.

\"I see.\"

\"I\'ll sign any waiver, and I\'ll pay any price.\"

Ye Zhen turned to Harrison, who was standing by the door.

\"Prepare according to the highest level of international critical care transport standards.\"

\"Immediately perform a 3D ultrasound and continuous blood gas analysis.\"

Harrison picked up the internal communicator.

\"I\'ll take care of it right away.\"

Emily stood outside the cordon, tears falling onto the back of her hand.

She hastily wiped her face and clutched the medical record tightly to her chest.

\"Dr. Ye.\"

\"I will absolutely not let them erase the truth.\"

Ye Zhen did not respond.

Emily turned around and strode quickly down the corridor in her high heels.

She dialed the hotline to the editor-in-chief\'s office at The Washington Post.

\"Call all the night shift layout editors back.\"

\"I have a front-page story.\"