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

The jeep bumped along the potholed dirt road, but the ride inside was surprisingly smooth.

Ye Zhen leaned back in her chair, closing her eyes to rest.

There was no sorrow of parting in my mind, only a map slowly unfolding.

761 Unit Field Hospital.

The Lin family's sphere of influence. Her adoptive father, Lin Weiguo, is the vice president of this hospital.

hide?

It was never in her surgical plan.

What she excels at is—precise excision.

"Squeak!"

The sound of tires rubbing against the ground came from behind, and the car stopped.

"Dr. Ye, we've arrived!" Xiao Wang's voice was tinged with anxiety as he opened the car door and jumped out.

Ye Zhen opened her eyes, and outside the car door was a scene completely different from that of Heishan Village.

Several Soviet-style red brick buildings stood solemnly in the night. The air was filled with the strong smell of disinfectant, mixed with a faint odor of blood.

In the corridor, stretchers came and went, wounded soldiers groaned in suppressed pain, and medical staff hurried along, their faces etched with the word "emergency."

"The situation is very serious," Xiao Wang said quickly as he led the way. "Last night's explosion injured more than thirty people, eleven of whom are seriously injured! The operating room is working non-stop; the doctors haven't slept a wink all night!"

Ye Zhen's gaze swept over a wounded man who had been carried away. His leg wound was hastily bandaged with gauze and was still bleeding.

She frowned slightly and quickened her pace.

Just as the two hurriedly turned a corner on a staircase, an unsightly scene suddenly came into view.

At the window at the end of the corridor, a young man in a white coat had his back to them. In front of him, a girl in a floral dress looked up at him with eyes full of concern, and one hand was affectionately placed on his arm.

The girl's voice was soft and tearful: "Brother Tiancheng, you've lost weight... It's all my fault. If it weren't for my family's problems, you wouldn't be in such a difficult situation. My sister... she can't accept it all at once, so it's no wonder her personality has become strange."

It was indeed the real heiress, Lin Wan.

And the man she called "Brother Tiancheng" had a name automatically pop into Ye Zhen's memory bank—Zhao Tiancheng.

He was a promising young surgeon at the General Hospital and also the fiancé arranged by the Lin family for the original owner of this body.

Oh, catching them in the act.

A cold, unfeeling thought flashed through Ye Zhen's mind.

Xiao Wang also saw them, his face stiffened, and he was about to walk around them when Lin Wan, with her sharp eyes, spotted Ye Zhen walking over.

Like a startled fawn, she abruptly withdrew her hand, a perfectly measured look of panic and guilt appearing on her face.

"Sister... Sister? What are you doing here?"

Upon hearing the sound, Zhao Tiancheng turned around. The moment he saw Ye Zhen, a look of surprise flashed across his handsome face, which was then replaced by intense disgust and impatience.

He looked Ye Zhen up and down. Her faded old cloth shirt and the rustic blue bundle on her shoulder were like thorns pricking his eyes.

"Ye Zhen? Who let you in? This is a military hospital, not a place you can just walk into!" His tone was full of condescending superiority.

Lin Wan quickly grabbed his arm, urgently "explaining," "Brother Tiancheng, please don't do this! My sister..."

"Don't speak up for her!" Zhao Tiancheng shielded Lin Wan behind him, as if Ye Zhen were some kind of dangerous monster. He stepped forward and said in a condescending tone, "Since you're here, that's perfect, let's clear things up."

"Our engagement is off today. It was a mistake from the start, and now that Wanwan is back, everything should go back to normal. You're just a country girl; you're not good enough for me, nor for the Zhao family."

He paused, seemingly feeling that his words were absolutely correct and kind, and added, "I will have Vice Dean Lin arrange a job for you in logistics as compensation."

Behind him, Lin Wan seemed anxious as she bit her lip, but a smug glint flashed deep in her eyes.

This is exactly the effect she wanted.

In the hospital, in front of everyone, she made Zhao Tiancheng personally annul the engagement, stripping Ye Zhen of her last shred of dignity and trampling it underfoot.

She was waiting to see Ye Zhen break down, cry, and throw a tantrum.

However, Ye Zhen's reaction stunned everyone.

Her face was expressionless—no anger, no sadness, not even a hint of surprise. Her cool, clear eyes calmly swept over the "perfect couple" before her, as if they were looking at two lifeless pieces of furniture.

She even raised her wrist and glanced at the old "Shanghai" brand watch.

Then, she turned her head and looked at Xiao Wang, who was sweating profusely with anxiety.

"We've wasted three minutes since we got off the bus."

Her voice wasn't loud, but it was like a cold scalpel, instantly slicing through the thick, awkward atmosphere.

Xiao Wang jumped in surprise and nodded quickly, "Yes, yes, yes! Dr. Ye, let's go quickly!"

"Stop right there!" Zhao Tiancheng was enraged by her completely disregardful attitude. He felt like he had punched a pillow, utterly frustrated. "Ye Zhen! What kind of attitude is this? I'm announcing our engagement, don't you understand?!"

Ye Zhen finally looked at him directly, her eyes filled with a hint of puzzlement as if she were scrutinizing a patient.

"I understand." She said calmly, "The engagement is off. Anything else?"

She paused, her gaze sweeping over Zhao Tiancheng's spotless white lab coat, and added in a flat tone:

"If all surgeons are as free as you, it seems the wounded aren't in as dire a situation as the guard said. Or perhaps your skills are only good enough for frivolous matters here?"

"You!" Zhao Tiancheng was so angry that his face turned a deep shade of liver.

He was a young doctor from a privileged family with a promising future, always fawned over wherever he went. He had never suffered such humiliation!

This is even more painful than being slapped!

Just as he was about to lash out, a series of hurried footsteps came from the other end of the corridor.

"Xiao Wang! Where is he? Where is the expert you invited?!" A middle-aged man wearing glasses, looking tired but with a powerful aura rushed over. He was Zhou Hai, the director of the field hospital.

He grabbed Xiao Wang, his eyes bloodshot.

"Dean Zhou!" Xiao Wang exclaimed as if seeing a savior, immediately pointing to Ye Zhen, "I've brought her! This is Dr. Ye!"

Zhou Hai's gaze snapped to Ye Zhen. He didn't have time to care how young she was, nor did he care about Zhao Tiancheng and Lin Wan beside him.

He rushed to Ye Zhen, almost grabbing her hand in his excitement, but then suddenly remembered how precious a surgeon's hands are, and stopped abruptly.

"You're Comrade Ye, the one who can perform vascular suturing in the field? That's wonderful! That's wonderful!" He spoke rapidly. "We have a seriously wounded soldier who was hit by a precast concrete slab during the blast, suffering massive abdominal bleeding, a ruptured liver, and his spleen might be lost! Several department heads are afraid to go on stage! You...you come with me quickly!"

Upon hearing this, Zhao Tiancheng and Lin Wan's expressions froze instantly.

expert?

Vascular suturing?

Seriously injured? A surgery that even the chief surgeon dared not perform?

They stared at Ye Zhen in disbelief, as if they were listening to a fantastical tale.

How could this person be the "expert" who could save lives that the dean was talking about?

Ignoring their shock, Ye Zhen simply extended her hand to Dean Zhou and calmly uttered three words:

"Watch a movie."

Dean Zhou was taken aback, then overjoyed: "Yes, yes, yes! The X-rays and all the test reports are right outside the operating room!"

He turned and left, his steps as swift as the wind.

Ye Zhen took a step and followed.

From beginning to end, she never looked at Zhao Tiancheng and Lin Wan again, as if they were just two obstructive stones on the roadside.

Her upright figure disappeared at the end of the corridor leading to the operating room, leaving the two people behind her with endless astonishment and humiliation.

Zhao Tiancheng stood frozen in place, feeling a burning pain on his face.

Just moments ago, he was condescendingly "compensating" someone with a logistical job, but in the blink of an eye, that person has become an "expert" whom even the hospital director has to respectfully invite to the operating table.

That surgery was at a level he wasn't even qualified to approach, not even as an assistant.

Lin Wan clenched her fists tightly, her nails digging deep into her flesh.

How could it have come to this? Ye Zhen, how dare she! How could she do this!