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

"Dr. Ye... Dr. Ye."

Zhao Haifeng caught up from behind, still feeling the awkwardness he had felt on the operating table that only he knew about. But as the hospital director, thick skin was a basic skill for him; he could be flexible and adaptable.

He rubbed his hands together. "Well, you must have been tired earlier. I noticed your archives room is too cold and damp, and the orientation isn't good either. Luckily, there's a spare suite in the orthopedics department head's office that's spacious, with a leather sofa and a newly fitted enamel spittoon. I'll have someone clean it up, and you can move in tomorrow?"

That's when they started trying to win him over.

Several attending physicians in the orthopedics department around them were so angry their eyes turned red. That was the director's office, a symbol of absolute authority in the department. They had been eyeing that position for years, and it had been snatched away by a "temporary worker" who had only been there for two days?

But no one dared to say a word.

Who can argue with that when they have real weapons? That bone-piercing, blood-draining technique just now—who can do that? Nobody can.

Hu Dazhi stood to the side, hands in the pockets of his white coat, a wide grin spreading across his face. Seeing Zhao Haifeng's humble demeanor, he felt incredibly pleased, more so than drinking Arctic Ocean soda on a sweltering summer day.

Ye Zhen stopped and turned around.

She tilted her head slightly, her gaze sweeping over Zhao Haifeng's face. There was no flattery or surprise on her face; instead, she seemed nonchalant, as if she had just looked at an ordinary lab report.

"No."

The sound was clear and cold, like a jade bead falling to the ground, crisp and clear.

Zhao Haifeng was taken aback: "Huh? You think it's too small? How about I give you half of my dean's office..."

"The archives are nice." Ye Zhen straightened her cuffs, her tone calm. "It's quiet, no one bothers me, I can read when I want, and sleep when I want."

"puff--"

Several young nurses nearby couldn't help but cover their mouths and burst out laughing.

Zhao Haifeng's face instantly turned a deep purplish-red, wishing he could disappear into a crack in the ground. These words sounded polite, but every single one felt like a slap across his face.

"This...this..." Zhao Haifeng stammered for a long time, unable to utter a single coherent sentence.

"Comrade Ye!"

A strong, resonant female voice broke the awkward silence.

Director Yan Hua pushed through the crowd and walked over, her eyes gleaming with the light of someone who had discovered a treasure. She looked Ye Zhen up and down, becoming more and more satisfied, wishing she could just pack her up and take her back to the bureau to be worshipped.

"I witnessed the surgery just now, and it was truly breathtaking!" Yan Hua, a straightforward man, clapped his hands. "It's a blessing for the people of Qingyun County to have an expert like you! I'll treat you to a meal at the state-run restaurant at noon, firstly to welcome you, and secondly to celebrate your success! The head chef's braised pork is absolutely superb!"

Upon hearing this, another gasp of cold air was heard in the corridor.

A state-run restaurant, with the head of the health bureau accompanying him?

This treatment is something even provincial experts wouldn't receive, right? That's an incredible honor!

Everyone thought Ye Zhen would go along with it, after all, in this small town, being able to get in touch with Director Yan meant she could do whatever she wanted.

However, Ye Zhen raised her wrist and glanced at the somewhat worn Shanghai brand watch.

His brows furrowed slightly, as if he were calculating some precise data.

"I'm sorry, Director Yan." Ye Zhen put down her hand, her tone carrying just the right amount of apology. "I won't be eating; I have urgent business to attend to."

Yan Hua was stunned, clearly not expecting to be refused: "Urgent? And a patient? Which department?"

"Hmm." Ye Zhen nodded, her expression becoming unusually solemn, as if something truly earth-shattering had happened. "There's a critically ill patient with some brain problems who urgently needs my attention. If it's too late, it might be too late."

A brain problem? Is it hopeless?

Upon hearing this, everyone was filled with awe and respect.

What a miracle doctor! He just stepped off the operating table, refusing even the braised pork at the state-run restaurant, and rushed off to save lives! What kind of spirit is this? This is the pure spirit of Norman Bethune!

"That...that's the important thing!" Yan Hua's eyes were a little red with emotion. "I won't stop you, saving lives is the priority! Do you need a car? You can use the hospital's jeep!"

"No need, it's not far."

As Ye Zhen spoke, she unbuttoned her white coat and turned to Hu Dazhi beside her: "Dean Hu, can I borrow your car?"

"Huh?" Hu Dazhi hadn't reacted yet. "What kind of vehicle? A jeep or an ambulance?"

"bike."

Ye Zhen took off her white coat, revealing a faded polyester shirt underneath. She was slender, but her back was as straight as a pine tree.

Three minutes later.

Under the admiring gazes of all the medical staff and patients' families at the county hospital, Ye Zhen rode Hu Dazhi's dilapidated "28-inch" bicycle, which rattled everywhere except for the bell. The wheels rolled over the dust on the ground, leaving a dashing silhouette as she rushed out of the hospital gate.

Direction—County Post and Telecommunications Bureau.

……

The post office was filled with the smell of glue and ink.

The woman behind the counter was knitting a sweater. When she saw someone come in, she didn't even lift her eyelids: "Send a letter or a telegram? A letter costs eight cents, a telegram costs fourteen cents per word."

14 cents.

Ye Zhen stood in front of the counter, holding two yuan in her hand.

In an era when pork only cost 70 cents a pound, 14 cents a pound was practically a rip-off. Just two words could wipe out a whole meat bun.

She looked at the telegram she had just received—"Insomnia, want to hear a story. Gu."

These few words exude an air of arrogance and shamelessness.

Is this guy sending expensive telegrams like they're free text messages? Or is he rich and has nothing better to do than burn money?

Ye Zhen ground down her molars.

Want to hear a story? Dream on.

She picked up the pen on the counter, wrote a word on the telegram form, paused, thought it was a bit expensive, and crossed it out.

She quickly calculated the cost-effectiveness in her mind.

I need to respond to his harassment, appear professional, and... save money. Saving money is the main priority.

The saleswoman at the counter was getting a little impatient: "Sir, have you decided what to write? There are other people in line behind you."

"alright."

Ye Zhen quickly wrote the form, slammed the form and the pile of small bills and coins on the counter, and said, "Urgent."

When the older sister picked up the order form, her knitting hand trembled violently, and she almost poked her hand with the needle.

She looked up at the pretty, aloof-looking girl in front of her, then looked down at the words on the form. Her expression turned extremely strange, as if she had swallowed a raw egg.

"Comrade... are you sure you want to send this? This... this is insulting, isn't it?"

"Confirmed." Ye Zhen's expression was blank, her eyes calm. "Every word is important; don't miss a single one. This is the prescription."

……

North City, 761 Unit Headquarters Hospital, Special Care Ward.

Gu Zheng was holding a military magazine, but half an hour had passed and he hadn't turned that page.

The bodyguard, Xiao Wang, didn't dare to breathe, shrinking into the corner to minimize his presence. He knew that the commander was waiting for a reply.

Ever since that "harassing" telegram was sent, the leader has maintained this posture, glancing at the door every now and then, like a waiting-for-husband stone.

"Xiao Wang." Gu Zheng suddenly spoke, his voice deep and magnetic, carrying the oppressive feeling of someone who had long held a high position.

"Here!" Xiao Wang jumped up straight.

"What time is it?"

"Reporting to the commander, it's 1:30 PM! Three hours and forty-five minutes have passed since you sent your telegram!"

Gu Zheng frowned slightly, his slender fingers tapping lightly on the edge of the bed.

Just then, footsteps were heard in the corridor.

The communications officer called out "Report!" and walked in with a thin piece of paper in his hand.

Gu Zheng's previously cold and stern face instantly melted away, and a hint of expectation even appeared in his deep eyes. He reached out, his movements even faster than when he normally drew his gun: "Give it to me."

The communications officer handed over the telegram, but his expression was somewhat constipated, as if he wanted to laugh but dared not, his face turning red from holding it in.

Gu Zheng ignored his strange behavior and quickly unfolded the telegram.

I had expected to hear some gentle words, or at least a haughty expression of concern.

However, the paper contained only a cold, impersonal line of text, even the punctuation exuding an aloof, "Don't touch me" vibe—

[Recommended reading: Postpartum care for sows. (by Ye)]

The ward was deathly silent.

Xiao Wang mustered up the courage to peek, and the moment he saw what it said, he quickly covered his mouth, almost bursting out laughing.

It’s over.

Is my sister-in-law calling the commander a... pig?

This is a huge mess! What kind of temper does the leader have? He's a living devil, someone you can't mess with! This is it.

Xiao Wang closed his eyes tightly, awaiting the impending thunderous rage.

one second.

two seconds.

three seconds.

The expected roar did not occur; instead, a low, soft laugh rang out, accompanied by a resonant tremor in the chest.

"Oh."

Gu Zheng stared at the words, his fingertips gently tracing the character "Ye," as if caressing the woman's stubborn chin. The curve of his lips widened, until finally he burst into laughter.

"That's interesting."

Xiao Wang opened his eyes in horror: "Chief...Chief? You're not angry?"

"Angry? Why are you angry?"

Gu Zheng carefully folded the telegram and placed it in the inner pocket of his shirt, the closest place to his heart. He raised an eyebrow, and an almost flirtatious look appeared on his usually cold and hard face.

"She not only cares about my sleep quality, but also worries that my knowledge is too limited."

Gu Zheng spoke nonsense with a straight face, his tone full of boasting: "What does this mean? It means she hopes I have a wide range of interests so that I can become... well, an all-around multi-talented person in the future. This is a high standard and strict requirement for me."

Xiao Wang: "..."

Correspondent: "..."

A versatile talent?

Has the leader been cursed? He's beyond saving, just bury him.

"Xiao Wang." Gu Zheng was in a great mood and waved his hand.

"exist!"

"Go, find this book for me at Xinhua Bookstore." Gu Zheng pointed to his head. "Since it was prescribed by Dr. Ye, there must be a reason behind it. Buy it; I want to study it."

Xiao Wang's mouth twitched violently: "Sir, this is the military. If you were to be reading a book called 'Postpartum Care of Sows'... the political commissar would probably think you're out of your mind..."

Gu Zheng gave him a cold look: "Just go when I tell you to. Why all the nonsense? This is... a doctor's order."

"Yes!" Xiao Wang saluted with tears in his eyes, then turned and ran out.