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

The next day at 3 PM.

operating room.

Ye Zhen cut the last sliding thread, and the needle holder was thrown into the metal tray with a crisp sound.

"Stop the machine and discontinue extracorporeal circulation."

She took off her blood-stained gloves and turned to walk to the pool.

Two consecutive radical surgeries for complex tetralogy of Fallot were performed in less than five hours.

Li Hong stared at the clock on the wall, her palms sweating profusely.

Gao Yuan stood below the stage, not daring to even breathe loudly.

These two surgeries were no less difficult than Arthur's yesterday, but in Ye Zhen's hands, the entire process was done without any unnecessary movements, and was extremely clean and efficient.

The observation room is on the second floor.

Williams and Brown slumped into their chairs.

Brown held a thick, hardcover notebook, which was densely covered with drawings of Ye Zhen's needle angles and stitch patterns for each stitch.

He stared at the operating table below, his eyes bloodshot.

For those five hours, he didn't even go to the toilet; he was completely mesmerized.

Ye Zhen pushed open the heavy lead door of the duct chamber.

The window at the end of the corridor was open, letting in a warm breeze.

Gu Zheng leaned against the wall, holding a three-layer aluminum insulated bucket in his hand.

He strode over, unscrewed the top lid, and handed a glass of warm water to Ye Zhen's lips.

"Let's moisten our throats first."

Gu Zheng tapped the rim of the cup against her lips.

Ye Zhen drank half a cup from his hand.

"Are you tired?"

Gu Zheng took out a dry towel and wiped the sweat from her forehead.

"good."

Ye Zhen pressed her aching neck.

Gu Zheng placed the thermos on the windowsill next to him and unscrewed it layer by layer.

Inside was braised pork with potatoes and a box of white rice; the aroma of the meat instantly filled the corridor.

"I asked someone to get me some pork hock from the meat processing plant. It's a good mix of lean and fat. You can eat some."

Gu Zheng handed over the chopsticks.

Ye Zhen took it, picked up a piece of potato, and put it in her mouth.

"Nothing much to do this afternoon, I'll eat and then go to the office for a nap."

Gu Zheng watched her eat.

"There are still a few cases that haven't been reviewed."

Ye Zhen kept walking forward.

"With your temper, even an ox would be exhausted by you."

Gu Zheng followed beside him.

"The children's post-operative conditions are very complicated, and I have to keep a close eye on them."

The two were preparing to return to their office.

Zhou Hai practically sprinted up to the second floor, clutching a document tightly in his hand, his chest heaving with excitement.

"Xiao Ye!"

Zhou Hai shouted at the top of his lungs.

The sound echoed back and forth in the corridor, startling the sparrows outside the window.

Gu Zheng frowned and stepped forward to block Ye Zhen.

"Dean Zhou, is someone chasing you?"

Zhou Hai completely ignored Gu Zheng's teasing.

He grabbed Gu Zheng's arm, panting heavily, his face flushed red.

"Something terrible has happened!"

Zhou Hai turned his head and stared intently at Ye Zhen.

"Vice Minister Li from the Ministry of Health just called via the hotline!"

"The highest-level talks between China and the UK on the Hong Kong issue concluded half an hour ago!"

Ye Zhen remained calm; she had little interest in politics.

"Did you reach an agreement?"

Gu Zheng raised his eyebrows.

"The deal's done! The British side has signed!"

Zhou Hai raised his voice, making the glass of the adjacent ward vibrate.

He held up the document in his hand, his fingers trembling so much he could barely hold the paper.

"The negotiations between China and Britain on the Hong Kong issue reached a consensus extremely smoothly!"

Zhou Hai swallowed a large mouthful of saliva.

"The core terms, which were initially thought to be subject to lengthy negotiations, saw significant concessions from the British side. Without any obstruction, the deal was signed off immediately!"

The corridor fell silent instantly.

Gao Yuan and Li Hong had just come out when they heard these words and froze on the spot.

The negotiations to recover lost territory went so smoothly that it was an unprecedented miracle in diplomatic history.

Gao Yuan's mind was buzzing as he recalled the days when he was looked down upon in the small rural hospital, and now he was standing here, witnessing history firsthand.

Ye Zhen was somewhat dazed.

The negotiation process in the previous life was full of twists and turns and hardships.

This time, the butterfly wings of this outsider not only changed the original owner's fate, but also added such a heavy bargaining chip to the country's negotiating table.

"This has nothing to do with me, does it?"

Ye Zhen opened the office door, went in, and sat down.

Zhou Hai quickly followed him inside, placing his hands on the desk.

"It's alright!"

Zhou Hai slammed his hand on the table.

"Vice Minister Li cried on the phone!"

"He said that Mrs. Thatcher, at the negotiating table, had her secretary read Arthur's surgical report from yesterday!"

Zhou Hai completely lost control of his emotions, and tears streamed down his face.

"In front of all the Chinese and foreign negotiation experts, she said, 'The British Empire must give absolute respect to a country that can snatch a 3.8-kilogram baby back from the brink of death and create a medical miracle that the whole world has never seen before!'"

Zhou Hai pointed at Ye Zhen.

"It was your scalpel, combined with the nation's confidence, that allowed us to smash our dignity back onto the negotiating table!"

Gao Yuan stood at the door, tears streaming down his face.

Li Hong covered her mouth to stop herself from crying out loud.

These scalpel-wielders never dreamed that their skills would bring such prestige to the country.

Gu Zheng placed the thermos on the table.

He looked at his wife sitting in the chair, his chest heaving; this was his woman.

Ye Zhen picked up the pen on the table and opened the medical record book.

"Please thank Vice Minister Li for me."

Her tone was completely flat; she simply wrote a line of medical advice on the medical record.

"Lin Yi, go check the drainage tube in bed three. The urine output should not be less than ten milliliters per hour."

Zhou Hai was somewhat overwhelmed by her indifferent reaction.

"Xiao Ye! This is a momentous event that will go down in history!"

"I know."

Ye Zhen didn't even look up.

"I'm happy too."

Zhou Hai wiped the sweat from his face, his tone becoming extremely serious.

"Never mind the amount of urine for now, there's something else."

Zhou Hai took a deep breath.

Mrs. Thatcher proposed to personally visit the three British children at the North City Military Region General Hospital tomorrow.

"And they specifically asked to see you."

Ye Zhen finally stopped writing and looked up.

"Tomorrow afternoon?"

"right!"

Zhou Hai was extremely anxious.

"We need to do a thorough cleaning, set up a red carpet, and arrange media positions!"

"Quickly prepare a clean white coat; you'll be accompanying them throughout tomorrow as the Chinese medical representative!"

Ye Zhen threw the pen on the table.

"It's fine for her to come see the child."

"But the sterility level of the intensive care unit is very high, and the visiting time is limited to a maximum of fifteen minutes."

"No matter who she is, she must wear sterile clothing and change into shoe covers."

Zhou Hai nodded repeatedly.

"Okay, okay, I'll do whatever you say!"

"Gu Zheng, you need to keep a close eye on security. Absolutely no mistakes can be made!"

Gu Zheng pulled out a chair and sat down.

"Don't worry, I'll send the guard company over immediately to surround the building."

Zhou Hai rushed out to arrange the work.

The entire military region's general hospital instantly entered the highest level of combat readiness.

The logistics department pulled out all the brand-new white sheets from the warehouse, and the nurses took rags and wiped the terrazzo floor of the corridor until it was so smooth that you could see your reflection in it.