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

In late August, the heat in Beijing was so intense that even the cicadas in the trees couldn't keep chirping.

In the special needs ward of the obstetrics and gynecology department of the General Hospital of the Beijing Military Region, the fan was whirring.

Ye Zhen leaned against the high-raised hospital bed, flipping through a stack of clinical data on the latest balloon catheter that Siemens had just delivered. Her belly was alarmingly large, stretching her oversized hospital gown high, making it impossible for her to even look down at her toes.

Gu Zheng sat on a low stool by the bed, holding a small walnut plier in his hand. With a "click," he peeled out a whole walnut kernel, removed the bitter skin in the middle, and put it to Ye Zhen's lips.

Ye Zhen opened her mouth and took it, her eyes never leaving the report in her hand.

"This data is inflated; the shrinkage rate after expansion wasn't included." She drew a circle on the paper with her pen.

Gu Zheng took the pen away.

"Honey, Director Zhang said that twins are more likely to be born prematurely. You're 37 weeks along now, and you could give birth at any time. Give your brain a rest."

Just as Ye Zhen was about to take the pen back, her abdomen suddenly tightened.

The bloating and pain spread from my lower back to my lower abdomen.

She didn't say anything, but glanced down at the watch on her wrist.

Ten minutes later, the throbbing pain returned.

Ye Zhen placed the report in her hand on the bedside table.

"Gu Zheng".

Gu Zheng was peeling the second walnut when he looked up.

"Go call the doctor." Ye Zhen pointed to her stomach. "She might be about to give birth."

The nutcracker in Gu Zheng's hand fell directly to the ground.

He suddenly stood up, the stool tipping backward with a dull thud. This man, who could withstand a hail of bullets on the battlefield without batting an eye, now swayed unsteadily, his hands reaching out to embrace her, yet he dared not touch her.

"Honey, don't move! I... I'll go right now!"

He turned and ran out, nearly crashing into the doorframe. A distorted roar followed in the hallway.

"Doctor! Nurse! My wife is going into labor!"

A minute later, the doctor, accompanied by four nurses, rushed into the ward pushing a stretcher.

Ye Zhen gripped the bed railing herself and, with the nurse's help, moved onto the stretcher. She touched her belly, still feeling the frequency of the baby's movements.

"The fetal heart rate is normal, but the fetal movement on the left side is more frequent," Ye Zhen reported the data to Zhang Huilan.

The doctor pushed the cart towards the delivery room.

"Dr. Ye, you're a national treasure now! Twins, head-down and breech, straight to the operating room, epidural anesthesia, C-section."

The red light in the operating room came on.

Outside the corridor.

Gu Zheng stood in front of the operating room door, rubbing his hands on his clothes until the hem was wrinkled.

"How long have you been inside?" Gu Zheng turned around and saw that it was his grandparents, followed by his cousin Gu Linlin.

"Twenty minutes." Gu Zheng scratched his head, his scalp tingling.

Suddenly, a series of extremely chaotic footsteps came from the end of the corridor.

Everyone turned their heads.

Zhang Guohua, the president of the General Hospital of the Military Region, followed closely behind Li, the vice minister of the Ministry of Health. The two didn't even wait for the elevator, and ran all the way up the stairs. Vice Minister Li held a few thin sheets of fax paper high in his hand, his leather shoes slipping as he ran.

"Old Chief! Great news! Incredibly great news!"

Vice Minister Li rushed to the operating room door, panting heavily, his face flushed red.

Old Master Gu frowned.

"What are you yelling about? My granddaughter-in-law is still inside undergoing C-section. Don't I know whether she's given birth or not?"

Vice Minister Li swallowed hard, shaking the fax paper in his hand so that it rustled loudly.

"It's not about giving birth! It's about winning the Nobel Prize!"

Everyone in the corridor fell silent at the same time.

Vice Minister Li's voice trembled with excitement.

"An urgent telegram just sent from the Karolinska Institute in Sweden to the Ministry of Health! Comrade Ye Zhen has been unanimously elected as this year's Nobel Prize laureate in Medicine for her pioneering contributions to the surgical and interventional treatment of complex congenital heart disease!"

In China during the 1980s, this was tantamount to a nuclear bomb that triggered a tsunami.

Grandpa Gu's hand holding the cane trembled, and the muscles on his aged face tensed. After several seconds, he slammed the cane heavily on the ground.

"Excellent! Excellent! My granddaughter-in-law has brought honor to the country!"

Everyone was excited.

Only Gu Zheng stared intently at the operating room door.

Dean Zhang Guohua chimed in from the side, his voice booming.

"This is our country's first-ever Nobel Prize! The highest honor in the medical field! The foreign media are in an uproar!"

Gu Zheng turned around, blocking the doorway, and waved his hand impatiently, "Uncle Zhang, keep your voice down, don't disturb the surgery inside."

Zhang Guohua was momentarily speechless, unsure whether to stand or sit.

Inside the operating room.

All the operating lights are on.

The epidural anesthesia had taken effect. Ye Zhen lay conscious on the operating table, a sterile drape covering her chest.

The surgeon was Dr. Lin Xiaohui, the head of the obstetrics department.

Lin Xiaohui stood in the surgeon's position, her movements swift and decisive.

"Incise the lower segment of the uterus."

The suction device removes the remaining amniotic fluid.

Lin Xiaohui reached in and supported the head of the first child.

"The boss is out."

A loud cry shattered the silence of the operating room. The nurses quickly cleared the airway and cut the umbilical cord.

"Boy, 6.2 pounds."

Without pausing, Lin Xiaohui immediately reached for the second one.

"The second baby was breech, feet out first." She skillfully performed breech traction, and two minutes later, the second baby was successfully delivered.

The crying was even shriller than the eldest's.

"Girl, 5 pounds 8 ounces!" the nurse announced.

Twins (a boy and a girl).

As Ye Zhen lay on the stage, hearing the two cries, her tense nerves finally relaxed.

"How are the uterine contractions?" she asked habitually.

Lin Xiaohui was suturing her uterus and replied to her irritably.

"The contraction is excellent, and there's not much bleeding. Dr. Ye, please speak less and get some rest."

Ye Zhen remained silent.

The nurse brought the two wrapped-up babies over and pressed them against her face.

The skin was red, wrinkled, and warm.

Ye Zhen turned her head and touched her daughter's little face, then touched her son's hand. At that moment, her heartbeat became unusually calm and full.

The operating room doors were pushed open to both sides.

As soon as the flatbed cart was pushed out, Gu Zheng was the first to rush over.

Without even glancing at the two children being held by the nurse next to him, he rushed to the gurney and tightly grasped Ye Zhen's hands.

"Honey, does it hurt?"

Ye Zhen shook her head as she looked at him, who was covered in sweat.

"I was given anesthesia, so it doesn't hurt."

Gu Zheng's eyes reddened, and he lowered his head to rub his face against the back of her hand.

"I'm not having any more children. I'd rather die than have any more."

Grandpa Gu and Grandma Gu had already gathered around the nurse. Looking at their two great-grandchildren, a boy and a girl, the two old people smiled so much that all the wrinkles on their faces were squeezed together.

Vice Minister Li, holding the fax paper, finally seized the opportunity to squeeze forward.

"Xiao Ye! Congratulations on your successful delivery! Also, we received news from Sweden that you've won this year's Nobel Prize in Medicine!"

Ye Zhen simply responded with a calm "Oh".

"understood."

Such composure, remaining unmoved even when Mount Tai collapses before you, no wonder you won the Nobel Prize.

In the ward.

The two children lay side by side in their crib, fast asleep.

The Gu family members surrounded the bed, not daring to even breathe loudly.

Grandpa Gu sat in a chair, twirling two walnuts in his hands.

"I've decided on a name."

Gu Linlin was feeding Ye Zhen warm water when she turned her head away.

"Grandpa, what's your name?"

Grandpa Gu pointed to the boy sleeping on the left.

"The boy's name is Gu Lin. He is upright and righteous, and inviolable."

He then pointed to the girl on the right.

"Girl, your name is Gu Nian. What you keep in mind will surely come back to you. Remember the days when our country was vulnerable to attack due to its backward medical system, and remember the honor your mother fought for on the operating table."

Gu Lin, Gu Nian.

Ye Zhen leaned against the pillow, read it twice, and nodded.

"Good."