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

1:30 PM. Main gate of the Beicheng Military Region General Hospital.

Three military trucks came to a stop outside the gate. Fully armed guards jumped out of the trucks and set up two yellow warning tapes along the outer wall of the main compound.

Gu Zheng stood at the top of the steps, one hand gripping his belt, his gaze sweeping across the high points on both sides of the street.

Lin Yi ran over and saluted.

"Commander Gu, the search of the surrounding three streets is complete. All loiterers have been cleared out, and the media area has been arranged in the open space to the left of the main building."

Gu Zheng lowered his voice: "Keep a close eye on the equipment of foreign media reporters. If it exceeds the warning line, confiscate the equipment immediately."

Lin Yi accepted the order and ran off.

In the lobby on the first floor, Zhou Hai was so anxious that he kept rubbing his hands together, and his forehead was covered in sweat. He looked down at the reflective terrazzo floor, then turned to look outside the door.

"Where is Vice Minister Li's motorcade?" Zhou Hai asked the head of the medical department.

"Just past Chang'an Avenue, at most ten minutes away."

Zhou Hai turned and looked down into the corridor.

Ye Zhen just stepped out of the elevator. She was still wearing her usual long-sleeved white coat and carrying an aluminum medical record folder.

Zhou Hai strode up to her and looked her up and down.

"Xiao Ye! Why are you wearing this? Didn't the logistics department send you a brand new set of polyester work clothes yesterday?"

Ye Zhen stopped and looked down at her clothes.

"That suit was starched too stiffly, and the cuffs couldn't be tightened properly, so it was easy for it to rub against the sterile table when entering the ward."

Zhou Hai was so anxious that he kept slapping his thigh.

"The British Prime Minister is here today! You represent the face of our Chinese medical team, and you're meeting foreign guests without even wearing makeup, dressed so plainly?"

Ye Zhen opened the medical record folder and drew a line with her pen.

"Saving face is earned through the scalpel on the operating table." Ye Zhen closed the medical record. "Arthur was extubated ten minutes ago and is currently breathing steadily on his own. I need to go to the intensive care unit to monitor his blood gas levels. You can receive the convoy yourselves when it arrives."

Before Zhou Hai could stop her, Ye Zhen had already walked towards the intensive care unit at the end of the corridor.

Ten minutes later.

The sound of sirens grew louder as they approached. Twelve black Hongqi sedans, escorted by three-wheeled motorcycles, pulled up outside the emergency room building.

The car door opened.

The flashbulbs went off everywhere.

Mrs. Thatcher stepped out of the car wearing a dark blue business suit and leather shoes.

Just as Vice Minister Li was about to deliver his welcoming remarks according to procedure, Mrs. Thatcher raised her hand to interrupt him.

"Minister Li, all I want to see right now is those three children, and Dr. Ye who created this miracle."

Vice Minister Li immediately stepped aside to lead the way.

"plz follow me."

The group entered the emergency building in a grand procession and headed straight for the second-floor intensive care unit. British officials, BBC director George, and a large number of foreign journalists followed closely behind.

Second floor corridor.

The red double doors of the intensive care unit were tightly closed.

There was a safety barrier outside the door.

Zhou Hai stood in front of the isolation zone, watching the large group of people walking towards him, not daring to breathe.

Mrs. Thatcher stopped in front of the cordon and looked inside through the glass window in the door.

There were three incubators inside. A slender figure stood in front of the largest incubator, adjusting the drip rate of the infusion pump.

Vice Minister Li stepped forward, about to push open the door.

The door was opened from the inside.

Ye Zhen came out and closed the door tightly behind her. She was carrying a stack of blue sterile isolation gowns, shoe covers, and disposable medical caps.

"Dr. Ye, this is Mrs. Thatcher, the British Prime Minister," Vice Minister Li introduced.

Mrs. Thatcher looked at Ye Zhen.

too young.

"You are Ye Zhen?" Mrs. Thatcher asked in English.

"It's me, Madam," Ye Zhen replied.

"May I see the child first?"

"Of course you can, but the intensive care unit is a sterile area. The children there have just undergone open-chest surgery and their immunity is extremely low. Any foreign bacteria could cause a fatal infection."

Ye Zhen handed over the protective suit she was holding.

"No matter who it is, anyone entering through this door must wear sterile clothing, a cap, and shoe covers. Furthermore, no more than three people can be visited at a time, and the visit cannot exceed fifteen minutes."

The British officials accompanying them behind him changed their expressions.

"This is the Prime Minister! Is this how you Chinese treat your guests?" a British official shouted.

Ye Zhen didn't even look at him.

"The virus doesn't recognize the prime minister. In my ward, you must follow my rules."

Vice Minister Li was just about to smooth things over.

Mrs. Thatcher raised her hand to stop the officials behind her. She looked at Ye Zhen, a flash of admiration in her eyes.

She took the sterile gown from Ye Zhen's hand.

“The procedure is correct.” Mrs. Thatcher turned to the official. “Dr. Brown, come in with me. Everyone else, stay outside.”

After speaking, this tough woman in international politics obediently put on a blue sterile gown in front of all the media, tucked all her hair into a medical cap, and bent down to put on shoe covers.

All changed.

Ye Zhen pushed open the door.

"Please come in."

The only sound in the intensive care unit was the regular ticking of the monitors.

Mrs. Thatcher walked up to Arthur's thermostat.

Five-month-old Arthur slept peacefully. His once purplish-black skin had turned a healthy pink. A gauze pad was applied to his chest, rising and falling rhythmically with his breathing.

Dr. Brown stood beside him, pointing to the data on the monitor.

"First Lady, Arthur's heart rate is 110 and his blood oxygen saturation is 98. These are perfectly normal levels. His aortic rotation was very successful, and there is no tortuosity in his coronary arteries."

Mrs. Thatcher looked at the child quietly.

She turned to face Ye Zhen.

Without any diplomatic preamble, Mrs. Thatcher opened her arms and gave Ye Zhen a tight hug.

Ye Zhen paused for a moment, then hugged back.

"My dear Ye," Mrs. Thatcher released her grip, her gaze fixed on Ye Zhen, "I must admit, you have greatly surprised me. You are so young, so incredibly young."

"Madam, medicine doesn't consider age, it only considers skill."

Mrs. Thatcher laughed out loud.

"You're right. Yesterday at the negotiating table, I did make concessions because of the scalpel in your hand."

Her tone became serious.

"A country that has top talent like you and dares to break with convention to treat babies from other countries deserves more respect from Britain. You have saved the dignity of the British medical community and these families."

Ye Zhen straightened up.

"I'm just a doctor. In my eyes, there's no difference between British and Chinese babies, only patients who can be saved and those who can't. Once they're brought to my operating table, I'm responsible for their heartbeats."

These words were not meant to be exaggerated.

Ironically, this pure doctor's attitude deepened Mrs. Thatcher's respect for him.

Dr. Brown chimed in from the side.

"Dr. Ye, the European Society of Cardiothoracic Surgery has decided to include your aortic switch procedure in next year's global classic case collection."

Ye Zhen nodded.

"Use the data as you see fit, as long as it can save more lives."

The fifteen-minute visiting time passed in the blink of an eye.

Ye Zhen glanced at the clock.

"Madam Prime Minister, it's time for the children to rest."

Mrs. Thatcher did not delay and turned to leave.

I walked out of the ward and took off my sterile gown.

Foreign reporters swarmed around in the corridor, snapping photos frantically. George, carrying his camera, captured the scene outside the ward where Ye Zhen set the ironclad rules, preserving it intact on tape.

Vice Minister Li let out a heavy sigh and wiped the sweat from his forehead.