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Inside the operating room, the harsh white light of the operating lights shone on Ye Zhen's face.

She held a leather clipper in her hand and, with a "sizzle," deftly shaved off the hair on the right side of the injured man's temple.

The pale blue scalp was exposed, beneath which lay a brain whose fate remained uncertain.

No CT scan was performed.

This is like having a sniper blindfolded and using an old-fashioned homemade gun to shoot a fly two kilometers away.

But in Ye Zhen's mind, it wasn't a flat scalp. The pulsation of the superficial temporal artery, the indentation of the pterion, the course of the middle meningeal artery... it was like a precise anatomical projection, perfectly covering the patient's head.

"knife."

Ye Zhen stretched out her hand, palm facing upward, as steady as a rock.

Zhao Haifeng stood in the assistant's position, his palms sweating as he handed over the knife. He stared at the circle drawn with red and blue pencils, his heart pounding wildly in his chest.

Is this a divine healer descending to earth, or a death sentence for murder?

Ye Zhen gripped the hilt of the knife, took a deep breath, and instantly withdrew all emotion from her eyes, leaving only absolute calm.

The knife falls.

"laugh!"

Fresh blood gushed out instantly along the incision.

"suck."

Ye Zhen's voice was flat, yet it carried an undeniable sense of command.

Zhao Haifeng hurriedly brought the attractant closer, afraid of being scolded if he was even a second too slow.

Immediately afterwards, Ye Zhen picked up the bone drill.

"Crunch—crunch—"

The sharp, metallic scraping sound of bones was amplified infinitely in the deathly silent operating room, making one's teeth ache. Ye Zhen's wrist rotated with extreme stability, each rotation seeming to be precisely calculated.

Suddenly, her gestures stopped.

Stopped.

This absolute control over the force is simply unbelievable—it pierced right through the skull, yet hovered above the fragile dura mater, without the slightest deviation!

Just then, a loud "bang" rang out!

The heavy spring-loaded door to the operating room was violently forced open.

"Stop! Stop right now!"

An old man's furious roar exploded.

Liang Guodong rushed to the observation window without even fully donning his surgical gown, wearing only a blue isolation gown and a mask. His cloudy yet sharp eyes were wide open like copper bells, and he slammed his cane against the glass.

"Zhao Haifeng! How many heads do you have? You dare to use your brain without any video evidence? You're committing a crime! You're killing someone!"

Sun Jianguo shrank behind Liang Guodong, pointing inside: "Professor Liang, it's her! That young girl! She dared to squeeze in after just drawing a circle with a pencil. You need to make her stop, or we'll all end up in jail!"

Ye Zhen didn't even turn her head next to the operating table.

She didn't even flinch, calmly putting down the bone drill and picking up the wire saw.

That's used to saw open bone flaps.

"Dean Zhao, don't stand there, hemostat." Ye Zhen's voice pierced through the roar outside the glass, so calm it was unsettling.

Looking out the window at the provincial magnanimous figure, Zhao Haifeng felt cold sweat trickling down his brow and into his eyes. His throat was so dry it felt like he'd swallowed a handful of sand. "Mr. Liang... Mr. Liang, this person has a brain herniation. It's too late to transfer him to another hospital..."

"Even if there's no time, you can't just mess around!" Liang Guodong was furious, his face almost pressed against the glass. "The surgeon! Did you hear me? Stop the operation immediately! I'm Liang Guodong from the First Municipal Hospital!"

If looks could kill, Ye Zhen would have been torn to pieces by now.

But the wire saw in her hand was pulling very fast, and the "sizzling" sound was incessant.

Finally, a crisp "click" sounded.

She deftly pried up a piece of bone the size of a palm.

At this moment, time seemed to stand still.

Liang Guodong and Sun Jianguo outside the window, and Zhao Haifeng inside, all had their eyes fixed on the exposed dura mater.

The membrane was under extremely high tension, exhibiting a suffocating bluish-purple hue, and was pulsating weakly.

"Oh no, the pressure is too much, it'll definitely spray if we cut it open..." Liang Guodong's professional assessment was still incomplete.

Ye Zhen used a sharp knife in her hand to gently slice open the dura mater at an extremely tricky angle.

There was no blood splattering as expected.

"puff!"

A dark red, congealed blood clot, mixed with old, accumulated blood, obediently flowed into the curved plate along the drainage channel that Ye Zhen had prepared in advance.

Not too many, not too few, not a single dirty spot in the surgical field.

The entire operating room fell into a deathly silence.

Liang Guodong's curse was stuck in his throat, making his face turn purple.

His eyes widened, almost touching the glass.

The location of that bleeding point...

It's 100% identical to the red circle that girl drew on her scalp!

"This...how is this possible?" Sun Jianguo's mouth gaped open, his face deathly pale. "A guess, right? This is definitely a guess!"

Liang Guodong ignored him.

A true expert's skill is immediately apparent upon their first move.

This is no fluke! From the choice of incision and the angle of approach to that amazing drill just now, this girl's familiarity with the intracranial structure even surpasses that of this veteran expert with forty years of experience!

"Open the door," Liang Guodong suddenly said, his voice trembling slightly.

"Professor Liang?" Sun Jianguo was still in a daze.

"I said open the door!" Liang Guodong shoved Sun Jianguo aside, who was blocking his way, and like an old lion smelling blood, went straight to the sink. "Wash your hands! I want to go in!"

Sun Jianguo was dumbfounded: This isn't the script! Weren't we supposed to be catching them in the act?

Five minutes later.

Liang Guodong changed into his dark green surgical gown and strode to the operating table.

He instinctively reached for the surgeon's position, a habit he'd had for decades. But when he saw Ye Zhen's next move, his outstretched hand froze in mid-air.

Ye Zhen held a homemade thin tube in her hand, and with the help of a weak flow of water, she was slowly rinsing and sucking out the remnants deep inside the hematoma.

The movements were as gentle as if wiping a rare treasure, perfectly avoiding the tiny blood vessels in each functional area.

Is this... the water jet suction method?

Liang Guodong had only seen this concept in an English journal last year; it was the latest technology from the Mayo Clinic in the United States! How could this girl know it?

"Second assistant, make a pinky promise."

Ye Zhen didn't even look up, coldly throwing out a sentence.

Liang Guodong was stunned for a moment, then pointed to his own nose: "You...are you talking to me?"

Who is he? The director of neurosurgery at the First Municipal Hospital, a leading authority in the province! He's always surrounded by admirers wherever he goes. How could they make him their second assistant? And to a mere twenty-something-year-old girl?

Ye Zhen had no time to appreciate the expert's expression. The needle holder in her hand was already holding the suture needle, and she didn't even lift her eyelids. Behind her goggles, her eyes were frighteningly focused, fixed on that small area in the surgical field.

"Besides you, who else is idle here?"

The voice was low, flat, and even carried a hint of disdain.

"Hurry up! The field of vision isn't open enough. Do you want to kill the patient?"

Zhao Haifeng stood in the assistant's seat, his legs trembling. He looked at Liang Guodong, whose face was full of anger, then at Ye Zhen, who looked completely at ease, and wished he could shrink into a crack in the ground. This was too arrogant! That was Liang Guodong! The founding father of the provincial neurosurgery department!

Just as Liang Guodong was about to lash out, his gaze inadvertently swept over Ye Zhen's hand.

His hands hovered above the dura mater, the needle holder steady without the slightest tremor. It was a posture of absolute confidence, the kind only a seasoned veteran of countless surgeries possessed. Even he himself wouldn't dare say he could maintain such composure when facing such high-pressure intracranial hemorrhage.

This aura is all too familiar.

The surgeon is the absolute authority.

Under the operating lights, there are no hospital directors or renowned surgeons, only chief surgeons and assistants. This is an instinct and ironclad rule ingrained in the bones of every surgeon.

Liang Guodong swallowed back the roar that was on the tip of his tongue. As if possessed, the muscle memory of "obeying the surgeon" that he had developed over the years took over.

"……good."

Even Liang Guodong himself didn't expect to utter that word. He reached out and took the retractor hook from the nurse, leaning forward slightly to match Ye Zhen's vision.

"How big of an angle?" he asked casually.

Zhao Haifeng's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. He thought he might be hallucinating from lack of oxygen. Provincial experts were assisting temporary workers in the county?

Sun Jianguo, standing outside the window, pressed his face against the glass, his breath fogging up a patch of glass without him even bothering to wipe it clean. His mouth was open, and he was making unintelligible noises from his throat.

Oh no, everything's in chaos.

No one spoke on the operating table; only the crisp sound of instruments colliding filled the air.

The needle and thread in Ye Zhen's hands seemed to have a life of their own. Her unique suspension suturing technique involved the needle tip darting along the edge of the dura mater, each insertion and withdrawal precisely within millimeters. There were no unnecessary movements, no wasted words, not even a moment to wipe away sweat.

Liang Guodong initially had a somewhat critical eye, wanting to see how long this girl could keep up the act. But as he watched, his gaze changed.

That's... an improved continuous overlock stitch?

No, that knotting technique is to prevent the knot from slipping and causing secondary pressure.

This technique was so skillful that even at Peking Union Medical College Hospital in Beijing, let alone a county hospital, few could execute it so flawlessly. Liang Guodong was completely mesmerized, craning his neck further and further, forgetting that he was a leader there to "question" someone. At this moment, he was just a student greedily eager to see every single detail of the operation.

The alarming sound from the electrocardiogram monitor, which had been so urgent it was almost unsettling, suddenly stopped.

A rhythmic "drip, drip, drip" sound echoed in the room.

That was the sound of a life being pulled back from the brink of death. Blood pressure stabilized, and intracranial pressure decreased.

Zhao Haifeng plopped down on the round stool behind him, his surgical gown soaked through. He was alive. He was fucking alive. He cursed inwardly, but felt incredibly relieved.

Ye Zhen cut the last thread and dropped the needle holder into the tray with a crisp "clang".

She slowly and deliberately removed her blood-stained gloves, her movements as elegant as a curtain call after a piano performance.

Liang Guodong was still staring blankly at the perfect cut. That's it? How did she control the water flow with that suction technique? And the angle of the suspension…

"Dr. Ye," Liang Guodong finally couldn't hold back any longer. His tone was completely devoid of the arrogance from before, replaced by an anxious thirst for knowledge. "That suspension suture technique, and the method of using water to drain hematomas—who did you learn that from? It's not even mentioned in domestic textbooks..."

Ye Zhen threw the gloves into the yellow medical waste bin and turned to wash her hands at the sink. The tap was running, and as she rubbed her fingers, she glanced at Liang Guodong in the mirror.

"I learned it by reading books, on my own."

Liang Guodong choked for a moment. Self-taught? You can learn by reading books? You're kidding me.

He wanted to ask more, but Ye Zhen had already dried her hands and turned around. Her clear, cold eyes swept over Liang Guodong, and her brows furrowed slightly.

"Professor Liang, there's something else."

Liang Guodong subconsciously straightened his back, like a primary school student waiting for a scolding from the teacher: "You speak!"

Ye Zhen pulled her mask down to her chin, revealing her slightly pale but delicate face.

"You were sticking your head out too far and blocking my light. Be careful next time."

Liang Guodong: "..."

Silence fell over the operating room. Zhao Haifeng lowered his head, pretending to organize the instruments, his shoulders shaking like a leaf, desperately trying to hold back his laughter.

Ye Zhen ignored the group of men in the room, each with their own distinct expression. She was exhausted; her body was simply too weak. The intense craniotomy had drained most of her energy.

She pushed open the airtight door and strode out.

Looking out the window, Sun Jianguo slid down the wall and sat on the floor. He looked at Professor Liang inside, who was still staring blankly at the operating light, looking like he was questioning the meaning of life, and he knew very well what was going on.

That day, things truly changed.