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

The wind in the corridor felt like it was carrying knives, scraping and stinging people's faces.

Ye Zhen completely ignored the string of panting "experts" behind her, her feet barely touching the ground, the hem of her white coat fluttering in the wind.

Outside the intensive care unit, suppressed sobs drifted out intermittently, like a dull knife cutting flesh, stirring up anger in one's heart.

Inside, the air felt heavy, like it was filled with lead.

On the hospital bed, Zhao Guozhu, once a fearless warrior on the battlefield, was now curled up like a shriveled shrimp. The severe increase in intracranial pressure made him grip the sheets tightly with both hands, the veins on the back of his hands bulging, and a low growl like a broken bellows came from his throat.

A man in a white coat stood beside the hospital bed. His hair was slicked back and shiny, and black-rimmed glasses sat on his high nose. He held the medical record in his hand and stood with an air of superiority.

It was none other than the original owner's awful ex-fiancé, Zhao Tiancheng.

"Dr. Zhao, please, please think of something else!" The old hero's son, Zhao Gang, a seven-foot-tall man, had red eyes and his knees buckled as he was about to kneel. "He was my only father, and he was only fifty-two! How could he just die like that?"

Zhao Tiancheng put one hand in his pocket, his brows furrowed in disgust, and took a half step back, avoiding Zhao Gang's tugging as if he were avoiding a plague.

"Comrade Zhao, we must believe in science, not resort to feudal superstitions about bringing the dead back to life." Zhao Tiancheng pushed up his glasses, his tone as cold as if he were reading a verdict. "The shrapnel is too deep, right at the optic chiasm. It's like trying to remove a steel needle from tofu; even a slight touch will cause a brain hemorrhage. If the person doesn't survive and dies on the operating table, how awful would that be?"

He closed his medical record book and casually tossed it onto the bedside table with a crisp "thud".

"I've seen many cases like this before. Take him home, let him eat and drink as he pleases, and make sure the old man is comfortable in his final days, instead of suffering in the hospital."

These words sound grand and noble, but when translated, they boil down to three words: Just wait to die.

Zhao Gang swayed, as if his last bit of energy had been drained away, and collapsed to the ground, wailing, "Father! It's all my fault!"

A hint of impatience flashed in Zhao Tiancheng's eyes. If he took on this mess, he might cause a death and face punishment, which would affect his career.

"Alright, stop wailing. Let me know when you've made up your mind, so we can get ready and avoid being caught off guard later..."

"Bang!"

The ward door was pushed open from the outside.

"Who said there's no hope?"

A clear, cold female voice rang crisply in everyone's ears, carrying an undeniable air of authority.

Zhao Tiancheng was taken aback and turned around to look.

Ye Zhen strode in, not even glancing at him, and went straight to the bedside. She deftly pulled a flashlight from her pocket, opened Zhao Guozhu's eyelids, and shone the beam of light directly into his pupils.

"Is it you?"

When Zhao Tiancheng saw who it was, his face instantly turned as black as the bottom of a pot.

"Ye Zhen?" Zhao Tiancheng laughed angrily. "What? Trying to show off again? Even the experts can't handle this kind of patient, so what makes you think you can?"

He turned to look at Zhao Gang on the ground, adopting a heartbroken posture: "Family, please don't mind, this woman is my ex-fiancée. After we broke up, she liked to go against me. If I said east, she would say west; if I said yes, she would definitely say no; if I said no, she would say yes. Sigh!"

Zhao Gang, tears welling in his eyes, was stunned. He looked at Zhao Tiancheng, who spoke with absolute certainty, and then at Ye Zhen, who was intently examining her father. He didn't know who to believe.

"Zhao Tiancheng".

After checking all the vital signs, Ye Zhen straightened up and coldly swept her dark eyes over them, as if looking at a lump of mud that couldn't be plastered on.

"Conservative treatment? You make it sound so easy." Ye Zhen took a step closer, her aura overwhelming. "The patient has high intracranial pressure, and you're telling him to go home and eat and drink as usual? You're sending him home to wait for his brain herniation to flare up, to suffer excruciating pain until he dies! That's not treating the illness, that's sending someone to their death!"

"You...you're slandering me!" Zhao Tiancheng, stung by the attack, retorted, "Do you think I don't understand? This location is impossible to operate on! Don't bother with all those experts; in the end, isn't this the result?"

"You can't make the cut because you're useless."

Ye Zhen coldly uttered a sentence, giving him no chance to refute, and turned to shout to the nurse outside the door: "Bring in mannitol, 250 ml for rapid intravenous dehydration! Prepare for skin shaving!"

"I'd like to see who dares!" Zhao Tiancheng roared, spreading his arms to block the hospital bed. "This surgery can't be done! If something goes wrong, who will be responsible? Can you afford to take responsibility?!"

Just then, a series of noisy and hurried footsteps came from outside the corridor.

Judging from the noise, there were at least a dozen people, and the sound of leather shoes stepping on the terrazzo floor was particularly clear.

Zhao Tiancheng's eyes lit up.

It must be Dean Zhou leading the expert team! We can use the dean's help to get rid of that arrogant and ignorant woman, Ye Zhen!

"Hmph, Dean Zhou is here!" Zhao Tiancheng straightened his tie, his face instantly adopting an expression of being wronged yet still sensible. Pointing at Ye Zhen, he shouted, "Ye Zhen, you're finished! Disrupting medical order in public, let's see how you get out of this!"

Before he could finish speaking, Zhou Hai rushed in.

Following closely behind him were Liang Guodong, a leading neurosurgeon in the province, Liu Jianming, director of the First Municipal Hospital, and a large group of top experts who are rarely seen in public.

This spectacle is no less impressive than a leadership inspection.

Zhao Tiancheng felt much more at ease and straightened his back. As a surgeon, he naturally recognized Liang Guodong's "textbook-like face."

He immediately forced a fawning smile, walked past Ye Zhen, and quickly went to greet her, extending both hands: "Oh, Professor Liang! Why did you come in person? I'm Xiao Zhao. I heard your lecture at the academic conference before, and I really benefited a lot..."

Zhao Tiancheng stretched his hand out in mid-air, his smile as bright as a flower.

However, the next second, the air seemed to freeze.

Liang Guodong kept his eyes straight ahead and walked past him without even pausing, treating him like a telephone pole blocking his way.

Zhao Tiancheng: "???"

Next was Liu Jianming, followed by the other experts.

A dozen or so people bypassed Zhao Tiancheng, who was frozen in place, like Moses parting the sea, without even giving him a second glance.

Zhao Tiancheng's hand froze in mid-air, unsure whether to retract it or release it. His smile instantly vanished, leaving him so embarrassed he could dig a three-bedroom apartment out of the ground with his toes.

Liang Guodong rushed forward and solemnly addressed the family, "I am Liang Guodong, a professor of neurosurgery at the First Municipal Hospital. Dean Zhou summoned us old folks early this morning to save our old hero; you could say the city's most authoritative neurosurgeons are all in this room. After much discussion, we've decided to adopt Dr. Ye's suggestion and proceed with a microscopic transsphenoidal approach to remove the shrapnel. Dr. Ye will be the lead surgeon, and I will assist him. This is the only feasible way to save his life, and we hope the family will cooperate."

Zhao Gang's eyes lit up: "Is there still hope?"

Liang Guodong nodded solemnly.

Zhao Gang said excitedly, "I trust you, Professor Liang, and we will definitely cooperate fully!"

Zhao Tiancheng was completely dumbfounded, as if an egg had been stuffed into his mouth.