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In the dean's office, Dean Liu looked at the ointment. There were no labels on it; it was just an ordinary glass bottle.

"Commander Qin, you said this was made by the military spouses in the family compound? And it's supposed to improve blood circulation and remove blood stasis?"

"Yes," to build trust, Division Commander Qin added, "This military wife is Regiment Commander Su's wife."

Dean Liu nodded and asked, "So, Commander Qin brought the ointment because he wants to?"

Commander Qin added, "I just want you to test the efficacy of this ointment and see if it can be mass-produced."

Dean Liu said, "Commander Qin, our hospital doesn't have this kind of testing equipment. As far as I know, there are fewer than three hospitals in the whole country that have this kind of equipment. You're putting me in a difficult position."

"Dean Liu, aren't there many wounded people in the hospital? Why don't you give them a try?"

"How can that be? How can we use medicine so casually?"

Dean Liu firmly disagreed with using soldiers for experiments.

Commander Qin couldn't persuade him, so he could only walk outside in disappointment, where he bumped into a young man.

"I'm sorry." The young man's voice was hoarse, and his eyes were red; it was clear that something had happened.

"It's nothing, it's nothing."

The young man nodded to him and went straight to Dean Liu. "Dean, why haven't you performed the surgery on the leader yet?"

If Lin Zhilan were here, she would definitely recognize that this young man is Tu Jing, whom she met on the train.

Commander Qin's ears twitched, and he stopped in his tracks.

Dean Liu sighed, "Comrade Tu, it's not that we don't want to perform the surgery, it's just that the leader's current physical condition is not suitable for surgery, and he can't withstand it."

Without surgery, he can live a little longer.

The surgery is too risky; if I choose to have surgery, there is a high chance I will die.

Cheng Qingshan was a veteran leader who made great contributions to the founding of the country, and the hospital was extremely cautious about his condition.

If we're 80% sure now, we might still give it a shot.

The problem is that the success rate of the surgery is now less than 20%.

Even if it is successful, postoperative infection and recovery will be a major problem.

Tu Jing said urgently, "The commander's health is getting worse and worse, are you just going to stand by and watch? His health isn't suitable right now, but don't you have traditional Chinese medicine? Why can't you help him get better?"

"It's not that we're unwilling to treat him," Dean Liu sighed. "Our TCM department went to see the leader and prescribed medicine, but it didn't work. This is a problem that TCM simply can't solve."

Tu Jing choked up. Of course, he didn't believe what the dean said. The woman on the train had been very accurate and certain.

He wiped away his tears. "Dean, could you please help me find someone? A military wife who came to join my unit around the same time last month. She's very beautiful, exceptionally beautiful, and she has a little girl who looks about two or three years old with her. Her husband seems to be a regimental commander."

Dean Liu: "I'm just a hospital director. There are so many military spouses in the military region, where am I supposed to find one..."

Standing at the door of the dean's office, Commander Qin silently turned around. "Um... this woman you're looking for, isn't her name Lin Zhilan?"

Tu Jing's eyes gleamed: "You know her?"

Commander Qin glanced at Dean Liu: "I know her. Do you need to see her?"

Tu Jing excitedly grabbed Commander Qin's hand, "It's very important, please take me to her."

"it is good."

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Lin Zhilan listened seriously to Tu Jing's words, then asked without hesitation, "May I go see the commander?"

Tu Jingzhong nodded solemnly: "Okay!"

Lin Zhilan was about to leave, but the two children...

Chen Hehua came over and said, "Xiao Lin, I'll watch the child for you. You can go back to your work."

"Thank you for your help, Auntie."

Lin Zhilan instructed Chengzhou and Linlin to listen to Grandma Chen, and then immediately followed Tu Jing into the hospital.

Tu Jing now sees Lin Zhilan as his lifeline; if it weren't for the inappropriateness, he would have carried her away right now.

Upon arriving at the military hospital, Lin Zhilan looked through the window at the person lying on the hospital bed.

Not long after, Cheng Qingshan had become so thin that he was unrecognizable.

His cheekbones were prominent, his cheeks were sunken, and the back of his exposed hand was bluish-purple with skin so thin it looked like it was stuck to his bones, and the veins on it were visible. It was clear that he was severely malnourished.

Tu Jing is currently negotiating with the attending physician.

Because Cheng Qingshan's immunity is currently low, there are concerns about potential infection, so aseptic procedures must be maintained in Cheng Qingshan's ward, and non-medical personnel are not allowed to enter.

Lin Zhilan walked over and said, "Hello, if I wash and disinfect my hands and change into protective clothing, may I come in to visit?"

The doctor was momentarily stunned by Lin Zhilan's beauty, hesitated for a moment, and then asked, "What is your relationship with Chief Cheng?"

"The younger generation in the family."

Tu Jing nodded.

"Alright, then come with me."

Lin Zhilan entered the ward smoothly and took Cheng Qingshan's hand to examine him.

It's worse than before, but not as bad as it could be.

She placed Cheng Qingshan's hand under the blanket, walked out of the ward, met Tu Jing's tense yet expectant gaze, and slowly uttered two words: "It can be cured."

Tu Jing was almost crying with joy, leaning against the wall speechless.

He was an orphan who met his superior when he joined the army at the age of fourteen.

The commander took him under his wing because of his young age. More than ten years later, he became the commander's bodyguard.

In his heart, the commander's life was more important than his own.

At his insistence, the hospital held an emergency meeting to discuss Cheng Qingshan's treatment plan.

The hospital's president, vice president, party secretary, and doctors from various departments including internal medicine, surgery, and traditional Chinese medicine all participated in the meeting.

As a leader of the military region, Commander Qin was also fortunate enough to get a position.

Lin Zhilan is strikingly beautiful, so doctors can't help but take a second look at her.

However, when the dean said that she would be in charge of Chief Cheng's treatment plan, the meeting room immediately erupted in discussion.

There was nothing she could do; Lin Zhilan simply looked like someone with poor medical skills.

If you told them she was a pillar of the performing arts troupe, they would probably believe you immediately.

How could she possibly accept Chief Cheng, this hot potato?

Isn't this playing with patients' lives?

Lin Zhilan had experienced similar doubts in her previous life. She stood up and walked to the end of the conference table.

Everyone gradually quieted down, looking at her face, which was ashen and pale.

Lin Zhilan looked around, her voice clear and strong, echoing throughout the entire conference room.

"Ladies and gentlemen, your concerns are about my education and experience. I do not deny that I do have shortcomings in these areas, but please take a look at my treatment plan before making a judgment."

She turned her head and, while speaking, went over the treatment plan on the blackboard behind her, explaining everything clearly, from preoperative nutritional supplementation and stabilizing vital signs to preventing postoperative infection and postoperative recovery.

Afterwards, she leaned on the table with both hands and asked, "Who is the head of the hepatobiliary surgery department?"

It must be said that when Lin Zhilan talks about professional matters, she becomes domineering, which quickly makes people overlook her charming appearance.