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

The wind in the north of the city was as hard as a knife, howling and blowing down my neck.

At the entrance of the Beicheng Military Region General Hospital, an extremely bizarre scene unfolded.

Dean Zhou Hai, wrapped in a military overcoat, paced back and forth at the gate like a young woman waiting for a blind date, glancing at his watch every now and then. Behind him, Liang Guodong, Liu Jianming, and Zhao Tiancheng, each with their necks hunched and feet stamping, stared longingly at the end of the road.

Zhao Tiancheng was seething with anger, and his cheeks twitched with pain.

He just wouldn't believe it!

That brat Ye Zhen, she really managed to summon the vice president of Peking Union Medical College Hospital with just one phone call? That's Wu Wenqing! He's a royal physician who treats national leaders!

"Director Zhou, it's been three hours already," Zhao Tiancheng couldn't help but say sarcastically, his breath smelling sour. "I bet they're just giving me the runaround. The equipment from the Collaboration Center is a national secret; they don't just casually show it off."

"Shut up!"

Zhou Hai turned around abruptly, his eyes filled with a fierce look as if he wanted to devour someone.

Zhao Tiancheng was speechless for a moment, cursing inwardly: "Old man, what kind of bewitching potion did that girl give him? Does he really think she's a goddess?"

Just then, a low rumble suddenly came from afar.

It's not one car.

It is a car team.

Leading the way was a black Hongqi sedan with a Beijing license plate; the small red flag on its hood fluttered in the cold wind, its imposing presence almost intimidating. Following closely behind were a Jeep and an ambulance.

This isn't a package delivery; this is clearly the pomp and circumstance of a high-ranking official's inspection!

"They're here! They're here!" Zhou Hai exclaimed excitedly, his voice cracking, as he ran down the steps.

The convoy came to a smooth stop in front of the hospital.

As soon as the door of the first Hongqi car opened, an elderly man in a gray Zhongshan suit, with gray hair but a sprightly demeanor, jumped out. He didn't even glance at Zhou Hai who was approaching, but turned and yelled at the group of young men behind him who were preparing to unload their goods:

"Be gentle! Be gentle! Is that a microscope? That's my manhood! If anyone bumps or scratches it, I couldn't pay for it even if I sold all of you!"

The roar was so powerful that it shook the snow piled up at the gate.

Zhao Tiancheng stared wide-eyed.

Wu Wenqing!

Wu Wenqing, the vice president of Xiehe Hospital who frequently appears in newspapers, actually came personally to escort the car!

However, something even more unsettling happened to Zhao Tiancheng and Liu Jianming.

As the doors of the sedans and jeeps opened, figures stepped out one after another.

"That's... Dr. Lin, the head of thoracic surgery?" Liang Guodong pointed tremblingly at an old man wearing thick-rimmed glasses, his voice shaking.

"My God! That's Professor Chen, the founding father of anesthesiology!"

"And there's also Qian Lao, the neurosurgeon..."

Zhou Hai felt his knees were a little weak and he wanted to kneel down.

This isn't just delivering equipment; it's like bringing over the entire "Investiture of the Gods" of Peking Union Medical College Hospital! Normally, getting even one of these big shots here is like climbing to heaven, but today, just because of a phone call, they've all arrived?

"Mr. Wu...Mr. Wu!" Zhou Hai tremblingly reached out his hand to shake hands. "Thank you so much. You've come all this way to deliver the equipment and brought so many experts to guide our work..."

"Guidance my ass!"

Wu Wenqing shoved Zhou Hai's hand away and rushed into the hospital, demanding, "Where's Ye Zhen? How's the surgery preparation going? Let me tell you, Zhou Hai, this microscope is extremely valuable. It must be installed and tested personally by someone from our team. I don't trust anyone else!"

Just then, an even more rugged and domineering engine roar suddenly came from the other end of the street.

"drop--!!!"

The piercing sound of the horn was like a bugle call.

Three off-road jeeps with military license plates starting with "甲" (jia) forced their way in from the side, executed a beautiful drift, and blocked the Xiehe convoy's path.

The car door was opened.

An elderly man in a military overcoat got out of the car; he was Zhang Guohua, the president of the Beijing Military Region General Hospital.

A group of military doctors in uniforms descended from behind him, each with a straight posture and sharp eyes. Their imposing presence instantly transformed the scene into a battlefield where two armies clashed.

Zhao Tiancheng shrank completely into the corner, treating himself like a transparent trash can.

He felt that all the world he had ever seen in his entire life combined didn't compare to what he had experienced in those ten minutes. Even Zhang Dapao, the Commander-in-Chief of the General Staff Headquarters, was here?!

"Zhang the Cannon!" Wu Wenqing was so angry at the sight that his mustache stood on end. "What are you doing blocking my door?"

"Me, block you?" Zhang Guohua looked at Wu Wenqing with disdain. "Old Wu, you old fox, don't think I don't know what you're up to! You said you were here to deliver equipment, but you actually wanted to steal my skills, didn't you?"

This sentence was like a depth charge, completely stunning all the unsuspecting doctors present.

Learning by stealing someone's skills?

Did they learn from a local military hospital?

Wu Wenqing's face flushed red, and he retorted, "You're talking nonsense! I'm doing this to protect state property! This is the latest Zeiss microscope, the only one of its kind in the country! What if you bunch of roughnecks break it?"

"Protect my ass!" Zhang Guohua exposed him mercilessly. "Your neurosurgery director is still abroad studying microsurgical techniques, isn't he? The equipment's been bought, but nobody in the entire hospital knows how to use it. Now that you hear Ye Zhen is going to perform the surgery, you eagerly bring this bunch of old guys over here, just to watch and learn a thing or two, right?"

The scene was deathly silent.

Liang Guodong's mouth dropped open, and his jaw nearly dislocated.

Liu Jianming felt his head buzzing, as if countless flies were buzzing around.

So it turns out... it wasn't Ye Zhen who begged them to lend her the equipment.

Were these titans of figures here under the guise of delivering equipment, to become Ye Zhen's apprentices?!

That ex-fiancée actually possesses cutting-edge technology that even experts at the Concord Institute don't know?

This collapse of his understanding was a million times more painful for him than slapping Zhao Tiancheng twice.

Enraged that his secret had been exposed, Wu Wenqing pointed at Zhang Guohua and yelled, "And what about you? Why aren't you staying in the capital? What are you doing bringing so many people to this remote, impoverished place? Are you here for a spring outing?"

"I'm a soldier!" Zhang Guohua patted his chest confidently. "This is a hospital under the military region, and lying inside is combat hero Zhao Guozhu! I came to see the old hero and also brought my soldiers for some technical re-education. What's wrong with that? Is it illegal?"

"shameless!"

"Same to you!"

Two bigwigs, whose combined age is over a hundred and whose mere presence in the medical field could cause an earthquake, were now arguing fiercely at the front door, like two children fighting over candy.

Zhou Hai was caught in the middle, his back soaked with cold sweat. He wanted to offer advice, but dared not speak, so he could only force a smile and act as the sandwich filling.