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

The sun was shining brightly outside.

The crowd escorted the four people to the intersection outside Chinatown.

Several taxis were parked on the road ahead.

Further ahead is a predominantly white business district.

The crowd seeing them off spontaneously stopped at the edge of the shadow of the Chinese-style archway.

The young man in the baseball cap squeezed to the front.

He was still clutching the magazine with Ye Zhen's photo tightly in his hand.

After holding it in for a long time, the young man's face turned red.

"Dr. Ye."

The young man shouted at the top of his lungs.

The surrounding noise was instantly silenced.

Hundreds of people watched Ye Zhen in silence.

The young man swallowed hard.

"Everyone here works and suffers a lot of rudeness from foreigners."

"We feel great today because you made those foreign doctors so subdued in the newspaper."

"Could you say a few words to everyone?"

A few voices of agreement erupted from the crowd.

"Yes, Dr. Ye."

"You could also tell us about the changes in China, those of us who are living abroad."

Officer Li glanced at his watch, looking somewhat anxious.

I have to go back to the hotel this afternoon to report to the Foreign Affairs Office.

The evening banquet was the highlight.

He was about to politely decline.

Gu Zheng raised his hand to stop Li from speaking.

Ye Zhen stopped in her tracks.

Turning around, I looked at the group of compatriots in front of me, dressed in coarse work clothes and with dark complexions.

These people do the heaviest and most tiring work year after year.

They are even afraid to get sick, and cannot even enter a regular hospital.

A rare gentle emotion appeared on Ye Zhen's usually stern face.

She didn't say those polite words.

"I won't preach."

Ye Zhen's voice was clear and resonant, with a strong penetrating quality.

"The most important thing for everyone making a living overseas is their health."

"We still have some time today."

"If anyone feels unwell anywhere, or if they can't get better at their local clinic..."

"You can come over here, I'll take a look at you, but I'm not some miracle doctor, I might not be able to cure you."

These words caused a brief silence to fall over the entire street.

Then a thunderous cheer erupted.

This is a living god who can make American experts bow down.

Ordinary people can't even get a turn if they pay.

Now they're offering free medical care to these laborers right here on the street.

The old owner of the traditional Chinese medicine shop on the street corner reacted the fastest.

They quickly told the shop assistants to bring out a few long tables.

They were pieced together on the open ground beneath the archway.

Then they brought over a few sturdy wooden chairs.

"Dr. Ye, please have a seat here."

The old shopkeeper wiped the tables and chairs again and again with his sleeves.

Ye Zhen walked over and sat down.

Gu Zheng handed the shopping bag in his hand to Xu Wenqiang.

He pulled up a chair and sat down behind Ye Zhen with an imposing air, like a gatekeeper.

If anyone dares to cause trouble at this time, or crowd Ye Zhen, he will throw them out immediately.

The young man in the baseball cap was the first to come forward.

He covered the right side of his cheek.

"Dr. Ye, my tooth has been hurting for half a month."

"I saw a local doctor who said it was due to internal heat, and I drank several doses of herbal medicine to reduce the heat, but it didn't help."

Ye Zhen pointed to the wooden stool in front of the young man.

"sit down."

Open your mouth.

The young man obediently opened his mouth wide.

Ye Zhen carefully observed his oral mucosa using the sunlight overhead.

There was no redness or swelling, and the gums were not infected.

Western medicine focuses on the actual lesion.

If there is no problem inside the mouth, the pain must originate from other nerve conductions.

Ye Zhen held up two fingers.

Following the edge of the young man's jawbone, I slowly traced upwards.

Until you press on a point in front of his earlobe.

Apply slight pressure with your fingertips.

The young man let out a "whoosh" and jumped half a meter off the chair.

"Right here! It hurts so much!"

Ye Zhen withdrew her hand.

"This isn't a dental problem."

"This is a typical case of trigeminal neuralgia."

Do you often use your right shoulder to carry heavy objects when working, and do you prefer to sleep on your right side at night?

The young man nodded repeatedly.

"I work as a porter at the dock, so I usually use the right side."

Ye Zhen turned to look at the old owner of the Chinese medicine shop.

"Could you please bring me paper and pen?"

The old shopkeeper quickly handed over paper and pen.

Ye Zhen did not write down any Chinese medicine prescriptions.

She quickly wrote down two lines of perfectly standard English drug names on the paper.

"Go to the pharmacy across the street."

"Buy a bottle of carbamazepine and a bottle of vitamin B12."

"Taking half a tablet of carbamazepine a day can inhibit abnormal nerve discharges."

"Vitamins are used to nourish damaged nerve sheaths."

She handed the prescription to the young man.

"Go back to sleep with your pillow flat on your back, so you don't put pressure on one side anymore."

The young man accepted the light piece of paper with both hands, bowing repeatedly with excitement.

"Thank you, miracle doctor! Thank you, miracle doctor!"

The workers behind were stunned.

There's no need for blood tests or X-rays.

The cause of the illness can be accurately identified simply by pressing the neck twice.

This is the basic palpation skill of top surgeons.

Ye Zhen mastered the four diagnostic methods of Western medicine: sight, touch, percussion, and auscultation.

The queue is getting longer and longer.

Xu Wenqiang and Officer Li voluntarily took on the role of security guards to maintain order.

One by one, Chinese people stepped forward.

Ye Zhen showed no disdain.

Even if these people carry the sour smell of not having bathed for years and the smell of engine oil.

A middle-aged woman in her fifties sat down.

She had just finished get off work at a nearby garment factory and rushed over.

The woman was breathing heavily, and her lips were slightly cyanotic.

"Dr. Ye, I always feel tightness in my chest, and I sometimes wake up at night feeling suffocated."

"The foreign doctor said I had asthma and prescribed me an inhaler, but it didn't work."

Ye Zhen glanced at the woman's neck.

Distended jugular veins.

Two bluish veins bulged out on both sides of the neck like earthworms.

In Western medical examinations, this is an absolute indication of right heart failure.

Because there was no stethoscope.

Ye Zhen pressed her ear directly against the woman's chest.

At the same time, bring your fingers together.

Perform standard lung percussion on the woman's back.

Tap the second joint of the middle finger of your left hand with the middle finger of your right hand.

The sound produced was not a clear, crisp tone, but rather a dull, muffled one.

Ye Zhen straightened up.

"It's not asthma."

"You have severe tricuspid regurgitation, which has caused pulmonary hypertension."

The woman couldn't understand these technical terms and was so anxious that she burst into tears.

"How can this be treated?"

Ye Zhen took the paper and pen.

Write down the English prescriptions for digitalis and furosemide.

"This is a cardiotonic and diuretic medication; we'll use it to control the heart failure symptoms first."

"But to cure it completely, valve replacement surgery is necessary."

Upon hearing that surgery was required, the woman lowered her head in despair.

"Unregistered residents like us are simply not accepted by American hospitals, and even if they did, we wouldn't be able to afford the medical bills."

Ye Zhen put down her pen.

He looked up at the woman.

"If you can't control yourself in the future, save up enough money for a plane ticket."

"Go back to China."

"Go to the North City Military Region General Hospital to find me. Give me your name, and I will personally perform the surgery on you."

This sentence carries immense weight.

The surrounding laborers all had tears in their eyes.

The hospitals of their motherland will always be their last resort.

Ye Zhen is extremely fast at treating patients.

She effortlessly resolved dozens of common ailments.

Every prescription contains the cheapest and most effective Western medicine.

On this street in a foreign land.

A Chinese female doctor.

Using the purest medical skills, they built a health defense line for these people at the bottom of society.

Gu Zheng remained seated in the back.

Looking at the woman in front of him.

under the sun.

Her professionalism and compassion intertwine, radiating a captivating charm that is impossible to look away from.