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

Liang Guodong held a pair of tweezers in his hand, practically kneeling next to the patient's head. His presbyopia was wide open, and beads of sweat were about to fall from the tip of his nose, but he didn't dare to wipe them away.

He was looking at the wound.

Or rather, he was looking for that wound.

Scalp suturing is usually the least valued finishing touch in surgery. Most surgeons hand it over to assistant surgeons or even interns after completing the key steps, and the final result depends entirely on luck. Some suturing even looks like a giant centipede crawling on the head.

But this one in front of me...

"Continuous intradermal suture?" Liang Guodong's voice trembled slightly with excitement. "The knots... are all buried under the skin?"

The incision was so clean it looked like a very thin red line. If it weren't for the shaved hair around it, you could hardly tell that a piece of bone had just been removed.

The two sides of the leather edge fit together perfectly, with an error of no more than 0.1 mm.

This isn't sewing up a scalp; it's clearly repairing a delicate piece of Suzhou embroidery!

Liang Guodong felt that his decades of medical practice had been thoroughly humiliated by these two words.

He'd never performed surgery this meticulously on a high-ranking official in the provincial capital! This requires not only extremely steady technique but also a thorough understanding and prediction of skin tension.

"How did she manage to do this tension-reducing suture technique? That knot just now... that square knot was tied deep inside, and the surface was only closed with a unique needle-threading technique. Did she figure this out on her own?"

He grabbed Zhao Haifeng, who was still in a daze, and said in a loud voice, "Old Zhao! This isn't just playing the piano randomly! This is playing the piano! Art! This is art!"

Zhao Haifeng's legs were still weak. Looking at Liang Taidou, whose face was covered in blood but who was smiling like a flower, he thought: Is he convinced now?

……

When Liang Guodong walked out of the operating room, Ye Zhen had already disappeared.

Liang Guodong looked around, searching for Ye Zhen.

The family members who were waiting in the corridor suddenly swarmed around.

The woman, whose eyes were swollen from crying, spotted Liang Guodong walking at the front, exuding an aura of authority.

"Thump!"

The woman knelt down immediately and kowtowed so loudly it shook the heavens.

"Miracle doctor! Thank you, Professor Liang! Thank you to the experts in the city for saving my husband's life! If it weren't for you, our world would have collapsed!"

The workers behind him also shouted, "Thank you, Professor Liang!"

"Get up! All of you, get up!"

Liang Guodong suddenly shouted and slammed his cane on the ground with a dull thud.

The family members were terrified, and the sound of their crying was stuck in their throats.

With a dark expression, Liang Guodong grabbed the woman who hadn't yet reacted and pulled her up.

"Why are you thanking me?"

Liang Guodong's voice was so loud that the entire corridor could hear: "The surgeon who just performed that operation was this Dr. Ye! She did all the crucial steps herself—the craniotomy, the hemostasis, the suturing!"

The entire room fell silent.

"This...how is this possible?" The woman was stunned. "Such a young girl..."

"So what if she's young?" Liang Guodong's eyes widened, his protectiveness as if Ye Zhen were his own daughter. "Let me tell you, I, Liang Guodong, have never truly respected anyone in my life, but today I truly do! Inside, I was just someone who made her pinky promise and assisted her! If you want to thank someone, thank her!"

"He's just an assistant."

These words, spoken by the director of the neurosurgery department at the First Municipal Hospital, carried the weight of a mountain.

……

Ten minutes later, in the archives.

This place was originally used to store expired medical records and miscellaneous items, but now it has been transformed into a temporary "academic lecture hall".

Liang Guodong didn't mind the dirt, and plopped down on the rickety wooden stool, staring longingly at Ye Zhen.

The doctors who had been observing the scene outside the operating room were all craning their necks, barely daring to breathe.

"Dr. Ye," Liang Guodong said with a frighteningly sincere tone, "I have just one question. Without a CT scan, how could you be so sure the bleeding point was in that exact location? Even with experience, you can't be that accurate, can you? If the drill had been inserted even slightly off-center, it could have caused massive bleeding!"

This is the question on everyone's mind.

This is also a major obstacle facing medical technology in this era.

Ye Zhen picked up a piece of chalk from the table—it was the one she had just taken from the nurse.

She turned around and casually drew a rudimentary diagram of the skull structure on the black side panel of the filing cabinet.

"This isn't gambling, it's physics."

Ye Zhen's voice was clear and calm, and the chalk made a tapping sound on the wooden board.

"When increased intracranial pressure leads to brain herniation, the hematoma will compress the surrounding tissues. Although we cannot see the hematoma, we can infer it using the principles of fluid dynamics."

She marked several arrows on the diagram.

"Although the superficial temporal artery is located in the scalp, when intracranial pressure rises sharply, the pulsation waveform of the blood vessels in this area will undergo subtle changes due to the outward pressure. Although this change cannot be felt by hand, the source of resistance can be determined by observing the direction of venous distension."

Ye Zhen drew an X at the location of the red circle.

"Just like a river encountering a reef, the water flow will swirl in front of the reef. The scalp veins at that location just now showed an extremely subtle 'radial' engorgement, which indicates that the tension of the dura mater below is the highest, which is where the main body of the hematoma is located."

She turned around, threw away the chalk, and dusted off her hands.

"Bernoulli's principle, plus a little basic anatomy. As long as you have a solid foundation, the human body itself is a living map."

The archives were so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Liang Guodong's mouth dropped open, and he didn't even realize that the pen in his hand had fallen to the ground.

How can fluid mechanics be applied to clinical diagnosis?

What kind of divine thinking is this?

Looking at the few simple lines on the blackboard, he suddenly felt that he had wasted the first half of his life studying.

The group of young doctors around were completely dumbfounded. They had thought it was theology, but it turned out to be science! But this science... sounded even more mysterious than theology!

"Brilliant! Absolutely brilliant!" Liang Guodong slapped his thigh, his face flushed with excitement. "This is truly treating the root of the problem! Doctors these days rely too much on machines and have forgotten the most basic techniques of inspection, palpation, percussion, and auscultation! Xiao Ye, you've taught me a great lesson!"

……

Meanwhile, in the northern part of the city, at the dormitory of Unit 761.

Political Commissar Zhang, carrying two cans of malted milk powder, pushed open the door and came in, intending to express his appreciation to the heroic commander who had just made a great contribution.

As soon as they entered, they saw Gu Zheng leaning against the headboard. His usually cold and aloof face now wore an extremely strange and serious expression.

He was holding a book with a brightly colored cover and taking notes with a fountain pen!

"Gu Zheng, how's your recovery going?" Political Commissar Zhang walked over, chuckling and teasing, "What military book are you reading? You seem so engrossed!"

Gu Zheng didn't even look up, his voice deep and magnetic: "I'm researching a profound biological technology."

His voice was deep, with a hint of nonchalant laziness, and there was no trace of joking in it.

Political Commissar Zhang was taken aback, then filled with respect. Biological technology? Could it be the latest biochemical defense measures against enemy agents? Or first aid in wilderness survival? No wonder Gu Zheng, even while recovering from his injuries, he didn't forget to improve his professional skills in such a niche field.

"This is indeed a weakness of our regiment. You've put in a lot of effort," Political Commissar Zhang said with admiration, then curiously leaned closer to see what kind of cutting-edge teaching material it was.

Their gaze fell on the brightly colored cover of the book in Gu Zheng's hand.

The picture showed a plump white pig surrounded by a circle of pink piglets. Several bold characters caught the eye: "Postpartum Care of Sows and Piglet Breeding Techniques".

The air suddenly became quiet.

The sparrows outside the window chirped twice, sounding unusually noisy.

Commissar Zhang's smile gradually cracked, finally freezing into a comical expression. He blinked hard, wondering if he was hallucinating from staying up too late these past few days working on that ledger.

Take one more look.

Still a pig.

"This...this..." Political Commissar Zhang pointed at the book, his fingers trembling uncontrollably, his voice cracking, "Old Gu, what happened to you...did that lightning strike your head last time? What did the medics say? Did they do a brain CT scan?"

A top soldier in the entire army, the commander of a special operations regiment, was holed up in his dormitory, seriously studying how to deliver a pig.

The scene was so beautiful that Political Commissar Zhang felt his battle-hardened heart couldn't take it.

Gu Zheng finally closed the book. He stretched out his index finger and gently smoothed the creases on the corner of the book, then looked up at Political Commissar Zhang, his deep eyes filled with the indifference of "one cannot discuss ice with a summer insect."

"Political Commissar, you don't understand."

He reached up and touched the left breast pocket of his shirt. It was slightly bulging, and inside was a folded urgent telegram from Qingyun County.

"This is the doctor's order."

Gu Zheng spoke with such confidence that it was as if he were carrying out a top-secret order from the General Staff.

"A doctor's order?" Political Commissar Zhang's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. "What kind of doctor gave you this kind of order? Did they want you to learn how to raise pigs? Is this treating your leg or your brain?"

Gu Zheng's gaze was deep and resolute, as if he were discussing some state secret: "Dr. Ye said we should broaden our knowledge. I think this book makes a lot of sense. If the care of a sow is so meticulous, how much more so... how about taking care of your future wife?"

Political Commissar Zhang: "..."

He felt that Gu Zheng had not only lost his mind, but also probably lost all sense of shame.

"Whatever makes you happy." Political Commissar Zhang took two steps back, his lips twitching. "Um, I have another meeting. You... take your time learning."

Watching the political commissar flee in disarray, Gu Zheng scoffed and reopened the book.

As his fingertips traced the pages, the image of that woman holding a scalpel, exuding a cool and aloof air, surfaced in his mind.

"Wife," he murmured softly, a hint of a smile flashing in his eyes, "I really did a good job solving this problem."

……

Let's turn our attention back to the archives of Qingyun County Hospital.

Liang Guodong seems to have finally digested Ye Zhen's "fluid mechanics theory".

He suddenly remembered something, stood up abruptly, grabbed Zhao Haifeng's hand with such force that Zhao Haifeng grimaced.

"Old Zhao!"

Liang Guodong's eyes lit up, like a robber who had discovered a gold mine: "Which temple did you get this Buddha statue from? With this level of skill, keeping it in your county hospital is a waste! It's a crime!"

Zhao Haifeng's heart skipped a beat, and alarm bells went off.

broken!

This is an attempt to steal someone!

"Mr. Liang... Dr. Ye came here specifically to provide guidance to our hospital..."

Liang Guodong waved his hand, spittle flying everywhere, "This kind of talent must go to the city! Don't stop me, Dr. Ye, just say the word and I'll call the Health Department right now! Immediately!"

Zhao Haifeng was so anxious he was almost in tears. He'd finally managed to latch onto this powerful patron, but he hadn't even had a chance to truly connect with him!

Ye Zhen sat in the chair, listening to the two arguing, her expression remaining indifferent.

Just then, a series of hurried and heavy footsteps suddenly came from the corridor.