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

Just as the applause from the audience was fading and Ye Zhen was preparing to leave the stage.

On another round table in the front row, near the main table.

A man wearing a navy blue bespoke suit and with his hair slicked back stood up.

He didn't applaud, but instead strode straight to the podium.

The crowd below the stage began to whisper among themselves.

"It's Crawford, the head of Johnson & Johnson's healthcare venture capital arm."

"How did he get up there?"

Crawford walked straight onto the stage.

The head of this top Wall Street healthcare consortium exudes the aggressiveness characteristic of capitalists in every gesture.

Stephen frowned slightly. Tonight was an academic dinner, and the sudden intervention of capital made him instinctively uncomfortable. But Johnson & Johnson was one of the Mayo Clinic's largest sponsors, and he couldn't simply force people out.

Crawford walked up to Ye Zhen, revealing a smile that seemed gentle but was full of calculation.

"Dr. Ye, congratulations on receiving such an honor."

Crawford turned around, faced the leading figures from various medical schools in the audience, and spoke loudly.

"I am Crawford, President of Johnson & Johnson Medical Devices and Venture Capital Group."

"Yesterday I was in my office in New York and saw the news about your surgery; it was simply an art."

He turned to Ye Zhen again.

"We at Johnson & Johnson have always only invested in the most cutting-edge technologies."

"Dr. Ye, on behalf of the group, I am formally extending an invitation to you."

Crawford pulled a checkbook from his pocket.

"As long as you're willing to stay in the United States."

"We will set up a state-of-the-art independent cardiac surgery laboratory for you in Boston or New York, with all equipment to your choice."

"Base salary of ten million US dollars per year, plus a private villa under the consortium's name and a green card with no restrictions."

These words were spoken.

The hundreds of experts in the audience gasped in shock.

A salary of ten million US dollars a year!

In the early 1980s in the United States, this was an astronomical figure. Many department heads in top hospitals could work themselves to the bone their entire lives and still not earn a fraction of that amount.

This is a direct attack with real money.

Xu Wenqiang and Secretary Li stood at the edge of the banquet hall.

After listening to the translation, Officer Li's calves were cramping.

Ten million US dollars? How many ten-yuan bills would that be? If you piled them up, you could bury a person!

Such temptation would be irresistible, not to mention doctors in China who earn only a few dozen yuan a month, even among the American doctors present.

Xu Wenqiang gripped the edge of his briefcase nervously, his palms sweating. If Dr. Ye were to be retained by capitalists, it would be an immeasurable loss to the country.

Gu Zheng sat in the audience, his back ramrod straight, his expression unchanged. His trust in Ye Zhen was deeper than that for anyone else.

Ye Zhen listened quietly on the stage.

There were no surprises, nor any frenzy.

Seeing this, Crawford's smile deepened. He assumed the doctor from a poor country had been overwhelmed by the enormous wealth.

Then he revealed his true purpose.

"Of course, our only condition is..."

Crawford lowered his voice, his tone revealing the shrewdness of a businessman.

"We will buy out the exclusive global patent rights to your 'Chinese Standard' system."

See the picture poorly.

This is the true face of capital's bloodlust.

They don't care how many people they save; what they care about is how to monopolize the life-saving technology and turn it into a money-printing machine. Once the patent is bought out, those impoverished children who cannot afford the expensive patent fees will completely lose their hope of survival.

The entire hall fell into a deathly silence.

The faces of Cohen and other academic giants, who were purely focused on academic pursuits, had turned extremely grim. But facing the Wall Street tycoons, they dared not speak out.

Everyone was waiting for Ye Zhen's answer.

Ye Zhen looked at the blank check that Crawford handed her.

She suddenly chuckled softly.

The soft laugh sounded extremely abrupt in the quiet hall.

"Mr. Crawford." Ye Zhen's voice was cold and had a metallic quality.

"How much do you think life is worth?"

Crawford was stunned, clearly not expecting such a question.

"this……"

"Yesterday in the Mayo Clinic's catheterization lab, that three-year-old girl with severe cyanosis, was her breath worth ten million US dollars?"

Ye Zhen didn't give him a chance to interrupt, raising her voice a few decibels.

"The reason why the Chinese standard is called the Chinese standard is..."

"It's because it was born on Chinese soil and is the culmination of the sweat and blood of countless Chinese doctors."

"Its original intention was to enable county-level doctors in remote mountainous areas to perform complex surgeries with zero errors. It was to ensure that families who cannot afford medical care or expensive imported medical supplies can also survive!"

Ye Zhen's voice was resounding and struck a chord in everyone's hearts.

"Chinese doctors do not serve capital."

"We make way only for life."

Ye Zhen extended two fingers and gently tapped the checkbook in Crawford's hand.

"So, put your checks away."

"I'm not doing this deal. Not only today, but never in the future."

"The Huaxia Standard belongs to China, and its core content will be made public to the world free of charge."

The final announcement concluded.

The entire audience erupted in cheers.

Old Cohen slammed his hand on the table and was the first to stand up.

"Well said!"

This Cleveland icon, his eyes slightly red, clapped enthusiastically.

Stephen followed closely behind.

In an instant, the entire banquet hall erupted in thunderous applause once again. This time, the applause was even more enthusiastic and pure than when the medals were awarded.

This is the highest respect the medical community can give to doctors for their benevolence.

Crawford's face turned ashen, and his hand holding the checkbook froze in mid-air.

Amidst applause and disdain from the audience, this once arrogant Wall Street tycoon, like a defeated rooster, slunk off the stage and hurriedly left the banquet hall with a few entourage members.

Ye Zhen shattered the arrogance of capital.

The dinner ended in a very high mood.

As the event ended, dozens of top North American cardiac surgeons spontaneously lined up in two rows and escorted Ye Zhen to her Cadillac limousine outside the manor.

Old Cohen was reluctant to leave.

"Dr. Ye, scholarship knows no borders. If I have the opportunity to go to China, I will definitely visit you at the Beicheng Military Region General Hospital."

Ye Zhen nodded in agreement.

The next morning.

São Paulo International Airport.

Sunlight streamed onto the terminal's massive glass curtain wall.

The plaza outside the airport was a sea of ​​red.

Thousands of Chinese people from Chinatown spontaneously gathered here. They were dressed in clean clothes and held up large red banners that had been made overnight.

"Welcome back in triumph, Dr. Ye!"

Someone brought a gong.

A loud clang rang out, breaking the tranquility of the early morning.

The crowd erupted in cheers and shouts of farewell. Even the airport security personnel were stunned by the scene and dared not approach to disperse them.

Ye Zhen stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window in the waiting hall, looking at the dense crowd outside.

The porter whose dislocated shoulder had been healed was waving. The bricklayer's companion, who had undergone flail chest surgery, was also in the crowd.

Gu Zheng stepped forward and grasped Ye Zhen's slightly cool fingers with his large hand.

"We've boarded," Gu Zheng said in a low voice.

With a loud roar of engines.

The Boeing passenger plane took off and soared into the sky.

My trip to the United States, which lasted less than a week, has come to a successful conclusion.