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

The plane landed at 4:20 p.m. As the wheels touched the runway, enthusiastic applause erupted in the cabin.

Ye Zhen opened her eyes, her right hand still resting on the thirty post-operative follow-up forms. Gu Zheng reached out and snatched the documents, neatly slamming them into a brown paper bag.

"We're home, stop looking." Gu Zheng said softly, taking her hand in his. After days of traveling across the ocean, Ye Zhen's right index finger was still a little sore. His broad, warm palm enveloped her, slowly kneading from the base of her fingers to her wrist.

"Go back and rest for two days."

"We need to check the ward handover records tomorrow," Ye Zhen retorted habitually.

"We'll see the day after tomorrow," Gu Zheng said, his tone leaving no room for argument.

"Gu Zheng, you're meddling a bit too much."

"The Ministry of Health can't control you, Zhou Hai can't control you, and if I don't intervene, the Gu family will fire me." Gu Zheng raised an eyebrow.

At this moment, Secretary Li, who was sitting in the front row, turned around and said, "Dr. Ye, the department has arranged a VIP lane. After the plane comes to a stop, we will go directly down the dedicated lane."

Ye Zhen raised her head, her eyes clear: "We'll go wherever the other passengers go."

Officer Li coughed awkwardly: "The situation is a bit special."

Xu Wenqiang, standing nearby, handed over a newly received airport notice. It showed that students from several medical schools in the capital had spontaneously gathered since noon, and their numbers had now exceeded two thousand. Experts from the Ministry of Health, the General Hospital of the Military Region, and several major hospitals in Beijing had also arrived. The airport's arrival hall, originally scheduled to be open, was now completely packed, even the steps were jammed.

Ye Zhen glanced at the notice and handed it back: "Didn't I tell you to keep it a secret?"

Secretary Li gave a helpless, bitter smile: "The commotion you caused in the United States was broadcast eight times a day on international radio. The North American Medical Association awarded you an honorary fellowship, you publicly refused ten million US dollars, you made Chinese standards public for free, and you even had a domineering free clinic in Chinatown... Now medical schools across the country are talking about you, and it's impossible to suppress the news."

The plane slowly taxied to its parking position. Through the porthole, several Hongqi sedans could already be seen parked in the distance. Vice Minister Li of the Ministry of Health stood personally beside the gangway, holding a bouquet of flowers in his hands. Behind him followed Wu Wenqing and more than a dozen senior professors from the medical community in Beijing.

The cabin door slowly opened. As soon as Ye Zhen stepped off the gangway, Vice Minister Li greeted her with a beaming smile.

"Xiao Ye, welcome home in triumph!"

"Vice Minister Li, I have successfully completed my mission."

Zhou Hai hurriedly squeezed through the crowd, pulled out the duty logbooks sent by Gao Yuan and Liu Xiaohe, and handed them over: "The two surgeons you chose didn't let you down. Gao Yuan performed fourteen surgeries independently, and Liu Xiaohe performed thirteen. Lin Yi stayed in the recovery area every day, and Li Hong even forcibly stopped an elective surgery for a patient with an abnormal preoperative temperature. Now the team is operating completely normally, so you can finally catch your breath, right?"

Ye Zhen stood in the draft and flipped through a few pages. The records were very complete; the temporary adjustments not only had clear reasons but also involved double signatures and verification. She closed the notebook.

"After we get back, we'll review each stage one by one."

Upon hearing this, Zhou Hai nearly jumped up in frustration: "A debriefing? While you were in the US, I already dragged them into an investigation three times!"

"The dean checks the procedures, I check the on-the-spot judgment." Ye Zhen's tone was calm, but carried an undeniable authority.

Zhou Hai was speechless, and could only complain to Gu Zheng beside him: "Take your wife home right now, don't let her start working on the airport tarmac!"

Just then, the head of the airport security department rushed over, covered in sweat.

"Vice Minister Li, the number of people in Hall 2 is still increasing rapidly! The students are agitated and refuse to leave, and they've now blocked the parking lot entrance. For safety reasons, please ask Dr. Ye to use the VIP entrance instead."

Vice Minister Li frowned. More than two thousand passionate young people were crammed together; a slight mishap could trigger a stampede and cause a major accident.

"Ye Zhen, why don't you get in the car first? The ministry will arrange for a representative to go to the lobby to explain to the students."

Ye Zhen didn't move. She turned her head to look in the direction of the arrival hall, several hundred meters away. Even through the thick glass curtain wall, she could still faintly hear shouts that sounded like a tsunami.

"The Heart of China!"

"Welcome back to China, Professor Ye!"

The sound came one after another, deafeningly loud.

"How long did they wait?" Ye Zhen turned to ask the head of the security department.

"The earliest batch arrived at nine o'clock in the morning."

"If we use the VIP lane, they won't see us." Ye Zhen's gaze was calm, clearly indicating that she had no intention of avoiding it.

"Safety first, Dr. Ye. We can't joke about the leader's safety," the person in charge said urgently.

Gu Zheng, who had been silent all along, reached out and took the airport map from the guard. His hawk-like eyes quickly scanned the exits, fences, and vehicle locations, then he raised his long, slender fingers and pressed three points heavily on the map.

"Clear the central passageway at the main entrance completely and install two layers of hard railings. Students should line up according to their school districts, with only representatives in the front row. Guards should not push against the flow of people; instead, they should divide the crowd into wedges on both sides."

The person in charge hesitated for a moment, then looked troubled: "Commander Gu, this plan requires a lot more manpower, I'm afraid..."

"Airport police, Ministry of Health guards, plus our special forces security—that's more than enough," Gu Zheng said, slightly raising his eyelids, his aura sharp as he retorted, "Can it be completed within twenty minutes?"

The person in charge felt a chill run down their spine under this imposing aura. They quickly double-checked the calculations in their mind and loudly replied, "Yes!"

"Then we won't go through the side door." Gu Zheng slapped the blueprints back into his arms, making the final decision.

Vice Minister Li patted his forehead and said with a wry smile, "You two, husband and wife, are really good at causing trouble."

As security was redeployed, the group began moving into Hall 2. At that moment, an outer staff member, carrying a thick stack of mimeographed documents, ran over, sweating profusely.

"Dr. Ye! This is a gift from student representatives of Beijing Medical College. They compiled a set of standard Chinese learning materials based on fragmented information from foreign newspapers and radio broadcasts."

Ye Zhen took it. On the rough cover at the top, eight large characters were neatly handwritten: "Key Points of Interventional Procedures for Congenital Heart Disease".

She casually flipped through the book. The first page was about risk stratification, and the second page was about preoperative assessment. When she turned to the page on contrast agent management, her finger suddenly stopped. A layer of frost instantly hardened in her previously cool eyes.

"How many copies of this material were printed?" Ye Zhen's voice turned somber.

The staff member paused, then said, "Sixty-seven copies were printed..."

"Take them all back, immediately."

As soon as Ye Zhen finished speaking, the previously relaxed atmosphere instantly plummeted to freezing point. Vice Minister Li and Zhou Hai exchanged bewildered glances, wondering where things had gone wrong.

At that moment, a commotion broke out at the front of the passage. A male student wearing thick-rimmed glasses ignored the obstruction and rushed in from outside the temporary cordon, with the Peking University School of Medicine badge hanging on his chest.

"Teacher Ye, I compiled the materials!" The boy was sweating profusely. "Where's the mistake?"

Ye Zhen didn't waste any words and handed the page directly to him: "You copied the upper limit of contrast agent total amount for low weight children as 14 milliliters per kilogram."

The male student looked down and his face instantly turned ashen.

The original text states four milliliters per kilogram. That extra "one" is clinically significant enough to cause acute renal failure in children, a potentially fatal consequence.

"I'll collect them right away!" the boy cried anxiously. "Sixty-seven copies! I promise I'll collect them all, not a single one missing!"

The boy clutched the documents tightly, his knuckles trembling from the force and lingering fear: "Teacher Ye, I'm sorry, I really didn't mean to..."

"Medical errors never distinguish between intentional and unintentional," Ye Zhen interrupted him mercilessly, casually pulling a pen from her pocket and drawing a glaring red circle over the fatally erroneous number.

Seeing the boy's extremely guilty expression, Ye Zhen's tone softened slightly: "Being willing to hand-copy sixty-seven copies for distribution shows that you're willing to put in the effort for this skill. But enthusiasm can never replace rigorous review."

"Go and collect them, check and correct every single word, then submit them to the expert group of the Ministry of Health for review and approval before reissuing them."

The male student nodded vigorously, as if he had escaped death: "Yes! I'll finish revising everything tonight, even if it means staying up all night!"

Ye Zhen stepped forward and handed him her old fountain pen.

"Don't stay up late. When your brain is foggy, you're more likely to make mistakes."

The boy took the pen with both hands, his eyes red-rimmed.

Ahead, the head of the security detail rushed over again and saluted: "Commander Gu, the passageway is ready; you can open the main gate!"

The two heavy glass doors of Hall Two were slowly pushed open by security personnel. The shouts outside, like a long-suppressed volcano, instantly surged into every corner of the hall.