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

Three days later, in the morning, outside the catheterization room of the Interventional Department of the Beicheng Military Region General Hospital.

Ye Zhen sat in front of the monitor in the demonstration room, her gaze calmly fixed on the real-time angiography images coming from the catheterization lab next door.

Today's procedure is an atrial septal defect closure surgery in an adult, performed by Gao Yuan as the chief surgeon and Lin Yi as the first assistant.

On the screen, the black guide wire is steadily advancing upwards along the femoral vein.

"The guidewire is veering to the right." Ye Zhen pressed the intercom button, her tone calm yet authoritative.

Gao Yuan's calm voice quickly came through the loudspeaker: "Received. Retract two millimeters, rotate ten degrees counterclockwise, and advance again."

The guidewire trajectory on the screen was quickly corrected and precisely entered the left atrium. The entire operation was smooth and efficient, without any unnecessary delays.

Ye Zhen released the intercom button and wrote down Lin Yi's performance score in the notebook.

Suddenly, a series of hurried footsteps echoed down the corridor.

The military boots made a dull thud on the terrazzo floor as Gu Zheng pushed open the door to the demonstration room and strode in.

He was wearing a training uniform with the sleeves rolled up to his forearms, and there was a thin layer of sweat on his forehead.

"Second Uncle has arrived." Gu Zheng walked to Ye Zhen's side and said in a low voice.

Ye Zhen stopped writing, looked up, and asked, "What time did you arrive?"

"Ten minutes ago, the jeep parked right outside the outpatient building." Gu Zheng frowned slightly. "He took his second aunt and Zhao Zheng, the son of that cadre who returned from studying in the Soviet Union, and the three of them went directly to the triage center in the annex building."

Ye Zhen understood and pressed the intercom button again: "Gao Yuan, you are fully responsible for the subsequent release procedures. Call me anytime if there are any issues."

Gao Yuan's reply came through the loudspeaker: "Understood."

Ye Zhen stood up and walked out of the demonstration room. Gu Zheng followed her, understanding her intention. The two walked through the main building's connecting corridor and quickly headed towards the annex building.

Seven or eight family members of patients had already gathered in the corridor on the first floor of the annex building, peeking around the wooden door of the triage center.

As Ye Zhen and Gu Zheng approached, the crowd automatically parted to make way for them.

The door to the triage office was wide open, and the air pressure inside had dropped to freezing.

Gu Jianguo, dressed in a crisp military uniform, stood in front of the octagonal table with a furious expression, slamming his broad hands heavily on the tabletop.

The force of the impact scattered the dozen or so letters piled on the table, causing them to fall onto the rough cement floor.

Gu Yue half-squatted on the ground, her eyes red, and carefully picked up the letters one by one, carefully patting off the dust, and then neatly placing them back on the table.

"I'm saying this one last time: go to your dorm, pack your clothes, and come with me right now." Gu Jianguo's voice wasn't loud, but it carried an intense sense of pressure from years of leading troops.

Standing beside her, Gu Yue's aunt reached out and pulled her arm, advising, "Yueyue, your dad took the train overnight to come here because of you. Don't be stubborn. Look, Xiao Zhao even took time off work to come and pick you up with us."

As she spoke, the second aunt pushed Gu Yue towards the young man next to her.

Zhao Zheng was dressed in an elegant navy blue Zhongshan suit, his hair was slicked back and shiny, and he wore a pair of gold-rimmed glasses on his nose.

He put his hands in his pockets and looked around at the yellowed walls and rusty iron frames with some disdain.

"Comrade Gu Yue, this kind of mail sorting work can be done by any temporary worker who only graduated from junior high school." Zhao Zheng pushed up his glasses, speaking at a moderate pace, exuding the superiority complex of an overseas student. "You are the daughter of a high-ranking official; it is indeed unwise for you to waste your youth here."

Gu Yue flung her second aunt's hand away, straightened her back, and stood firmly in front of the octagonal table.

"This job can't be done by a temporary worker!" Gu Yue pointed to the letter on the table, her voice trembling but unusually firm. "These letters contain human lives. Every day I have to use these letters to determine which children need to come to Beicheng for oxygen therapy immediately and which children can receive conservative treatment and wait for beds locally. I will never leave."

Zhao Zheng twitched the corners of his mouth, revealing a nonchalant smile: "Medical judgment should be left to professional doctors. You don't have a medical license. Your job here is essentially just that of a mail clerk in the mailroom."

Gu Yue was so angry at this disrespect that her face turned red. She grabbed the thick notebook on the table and was about to refute it.

Just then, steady footsteps came from outside the door, and Ye Zhen stepped into the room unhurriedly.

"She's not a mail carrier; she's the first line of defense for the Heart of China." Ye Zhen walked straight to the octagonal table and took the record book from Gu Yue.

The eyes of everyone in the room instantly focused on Ye Zhen.

Gu Jianguo was somewhat wary of Ye Zhen, after all, it was Ye Zhen who had performed the surgery on his comrade's daughter, who had been sentenced to death, and managed to snatch her back from the brink of death.

"Niece-in-law," Gu Jianguo cleared his throat and said, "This is a private matter for our family. Gu Yue is of marriageable age."

Ye Zhen calmly opened the record book in her hand, not even sparing Gu Jianguo a glance.

"I don't interfere in personal matters; I only discuss work." Ye Zhen, holding the notebook, turned to look at Zhao Zheng, who stood to the side with an arrogant expression. "You just said that this is a job that any junior high school student could do?"

Before Zhao Zheng could answer, Ye Zhen clearly delivered a string of sharp data.

"Last month, a total of 1,321 letters seeking help for congenital heart disease were sent from all provinces across the country to the Beicheng Military Region General Hospital. Gu Yue and Zhao Lanlan completed the disassembly and initial screening of all of them within a week."

"From these more than 1,000 letters, they accurately identified 83 critically ill children who met the surgical criteria. Among them, 15 had acute heart failure. Gu Yue guided the local health center to carry out emergency cardiotonic and diuretic treatments via long-distance telephone, which bought the hospital 72 golden hours for surgery."

Ye Zhen slammed the notebook shut and casually tossed it onto the octagonal table, making a dull thud.

"Without her precise judgment and coordination as the 'mailroom courier,' these fifteen children would have died on the train to Beicheng." Ye Zhen looked directly into Zhao Zheng's eyes, her tone cold and hard. "You studied in the Soviet Union, so tell me, can a junior high school student run this kind of triage center with zero tolerance for error?"

Zhao Zheng was speechless after being bombarded with this series of dense and professional rescue data. His Adam's apple bobbed up and down, but he couldn't utter a single word.

Gu Jianguo took a deep breath; he knew Ye Zhen's protective temper was flaring up again.

"Work is important, but family is important too." Gu Jianguo deliberately avoided Ye Zhen's topic and went straight to the point, "Gu Yue, Gu Zheng said on the phone that you have a boyfriend in Beicheng, a military doctor at the General Hospital?"

Gu Jianguo's sharp gaze swept over everyone in the room like a searchlight.

Gu Yue gritted her teeth, lowered her head, and refused to make a sound.

"Speak!" Gu Jianguo roared in anger, slamming his fist on the table again.

Zhao Lanlan, who was standing in the corner, was startled. She slowly backed up to the door, squeezed through the crowd, and hurriedly left down the corridor.

A suffocating stalemate ensued in the room. Auntie sighed and continued to patiently persuade Gu Yue.

"Yueyue, you don't even dare to mention their names, which means their family is definitely not well-off. You know your dad's temper. If you don't speak up today, he could turn the whole hospital upside down."

Gu Yue remained stubborn like a little animal, clinging tightly to the letters on the table and refusing to let go.

Just then, the floor at the end of the corridor suddenly shook, and the sound of extremely rapid running grew louder as it approached.

The crowd of onlookers was pushed aside by brute force.

Wearing a white coat, Sun Jianjun rushed into the triage center, his head covered in sweat and his chest heaving violently.