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

The morning mist had not yet dissipated when the military green jeep came to a steady stop in front of the surgical building of the General Hospital of the Military Region.

"arrive."

Gu Zheng turned to the side and helped Ye Zhen unbuckle her seatbelt. The man's resolute profile was sharply defined in the morning light, but his eyes were no longer as aggressive as they had been the night before; instead, they carried a hint of languid contentment.

"I'll have the guards bring you lunch." Gu Zheng twirled a stray hair behind her ear with his finger. "Remember my 'doctor's orders,' feed you on time, and give you small, frequent meals."

Ye Zhen slapped his hand away, a helpless smile flashing in her eyes: "I know, Zookeeper Gu. Go back to the unit. You must have a lot of work piled up while I was away yesterday."

"Okay, I'll pick you up tonight."

Watching the jeep roar away, Ye Zhen's gentle expression vanished instantly. She straightened her collar, turned, and stepped into the hospital, her demeanor instantly shifting back to that of a calm and composed surgeon.

As soon as I entered the lobby, I sensed something was off.

The usually orderly reception desk now appeared somewhat chaotic, with several nurses huddled together whispering anxiously.

"Dr. Ye! You're finally back!"

Head nurse Liu Hongmei, with her sharp eyes, spotted Ye Zhen at a glance. As if she had seen a living bodhisattva who could save her from suffering, she hurriedly ran over with small, quick steps, almost knocking her hat askew.

"What happened?" Ye Zhen frowned slightly.

"The hospital director is banging on the table in the small conference room!" Liu Hongmei said in a low voice, her tone full of anxiety. "Last night, a special patient was brought in—Zhao Guozhu, a retired hero. He has shrapnel stuck in his brain, compressing his optic nerve and causing him to go blind. He's in so much pain he's rolling on the floor. The director invited several neurosurgery experts from the city for a consultation early this morning, and the result..."

Liu Hongmei sighed: "It's causing a huge uproar. The experts in the city said the surgery is too risky, it would be suicide, and they recommended conservative treatment. To put it bluntly, they just want the old hero to go home and wait... that."

The small conference room door was tightly closed, but even through the heavy wooden door, one could still hear arguing and smell the strong odor of smoke inside.

"This is utter nonsense! Dean Zhou, I only brought this team here because of the friendship between our two hospitals."

A sharp male voice rang out, "Old Hero Zhao's condition... the shrapnel is in the chiasm cistern, right next to the internal carotid artery! Craniotomy? Tell me how? This is a minefield, anyone who touches it will explode! Do you want the old hero to die on the operating table?"

"We can't just stand by and watch him go blind! Or watch him die in pain!" Zhou Hai's voice was hoarse, clearly he had been up all night. "Director Liu, if we don't have surgery, is there any way to relieve the pressure?"

"It can't be reduced!" The man addressed as Director Liu scoffed. "Only your military hospital is so bold, daring to attempt craniotomy without knowing anything. No one in the entire province would dare to do this surgery!"

A deathly silence fell over the meeting room.

In the corner, Liang Guodong, a leading neurosurgeon in the province, sat in a chair, his brow furrowed as he stared silently at the CT scan on the viewing light. He too found it challenging; the location was too tricky, not only deep but also surrounded by vital nerves and blood vessels.

The surgical mortality rate exceeds 50%.

Zhou Hai's eyes were bloodshot, and his hands gripped the edge of the table tightly. He thought of his old sergeant who had charged in and out of battle seven times, now tormented by illness and curled up in bed like a child, and his heart felt like it was being torn apart.

Suddenly, a white light flashed through Zhou Hai's mind.

"What's the date today?"

Zhou Hai asked this seemingly nonsensical question.

The people in the conference room looked at each other, wondering why Dean Zhou had suddenly asked about the date.

"Number 9," someone answered.

「2号走的，2、3、4、5、6、7、8……应该回来了呀！」

Everyone was even more confused. In such a serious meeting, why was Dean Zhou counting the days on his fingers?

Zhou Hai turned around and saw Liu Hongmei standing at the door.

"Liu Hongmei! Go see if Dr. Ye is back yet?"

Liu Hongmei smiled and said, "Just arrived, changing clothes!"

A glimmer of hope ignited in Zhou Hai's eyes. "Go ask Dr. Ye! She might have a solution!"

"Dr. Ye?"

Liu Jianming, the director of neurosurgery at the Second Municipal Hospital, who was taking a sip of tea, paused, a hint of sarcasm on his face. "Is there really someone named Ye in our provincial neurosurgery circle? Dean Zhou, you're not just grasping at straws, are you?"

Several city doctors who were accompanying them shook their heads and chuckled.

Faced with such a complex case, even Dr. Liang was speechless. What use could an unknown "Dr. Ye" be?

"She's different," Zhou Hai said through gritted teeth. "She's a genius."

"Genius? Ha!" Liu Jianming slammed his teacup on the table as if he'd heard the funniest joke in the world. "Fine, then unleash your genius and let us see! I want to see which genius can solve this deadlock!"

Before he could finish speaking, the conference room door was pushed open from the outside.

"Squeak—"

A slender figure walked in.

The white coat was spotless, the buttons were fastened meticulously, and although the figure was slender, the cool aura emanating from him instantly silenced the noisy conference room.

The newcomer looked to be in his early twenties, with excessively fair skin, but his eyes were as still as the operating lights on an operating table, without the slightest ripple.

Ye Zhen glanced around the smoke-filled conference room, her gaze finally settling on Zhou Hai. Her voice was cold and clear: "Dean Zhou, you wanted to see me?"

Liu Jianming was stunned for three seconds, then flew into a rage.

"Snapped!"

He slammed his pen on the table, pointed at Zhou Hai's nose, and yelled, "Zhou Hai! You're talking nonsense! This is the expert you're talking about? A little brat?"

You called us all here just to play house with this little kid? This is an insult to medicine! It's a desecration of the life of an old hero!

The entire conference room erupted in uproar.

The city's experts were utterly humiliated, feeling deeply insulted.

"This is utterly absurd!"

"Let's go! This consultation can't proceed!"

"Which medical school did they graduate from? Have they even been in surgery before daring to come for a neurosurgery consultation?"

Just as Liu Jianming got up, preparing to leave, Liang Guodong, who had been silent in the corner, saw Ye Zhen.

The old man's cloudy eyes widened suddenly, as if he had been struck by lightning.

The next second, to everyone's astonishment, Liang Taidou, who was usually arrogant and even treated the provincial governor with utmost respect, suddenly jumped up from his chair like a young boy seeing his idol.

The movement was so exaggerated that it even tipped over the chair behind him.

"Clang!"

Liang Guodong didn't even bother to steady himself with the chair; he rushed to Ye Zhen in three strides, his back slightly bent, his face full of excitement, and his voice even trembling slightly:

"Dr. Ye?! It really is you!"