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

The operating room door separated two worlds.

Inside, it's a battlefield of carnage where you're locked in hand-to-hand combat with death; outside, there's a group of top-tier spectators who are called experts but are actually "apprentices."

"Buzz!"

As the shadowless lamp focused, Ye Zhen gently stepped on the foot pedal of the microscope.

Her world shrank instantly.

What appears unremarkable to the naked eye deep within the nasal cavity transforms into a complex labyrinth under the high-magnification lens of the Zeiss OPMI-1. Pink mucous membranes, fine blood vessels, and hidden bone sutures are all revealed in exquisite detail.

"Adrenaline-soaked cotton pads shrink the nasal mucosa."

Ye Zhen's voice was cold and clear.

Just as the scrub nurse was about to hand over the cotton pad, Ye Zhen's hand was already in place. There was no need for verbal confirmation; the millisecond-level timing surprised even the veteran nurse who had worked with her for years.

too fast.

Liang Guodong, Ye Zhen's assistant, was standing to her left. This "pillar of strength" in the province's neurosurgery had a fine layer of sweat on his forehead.

He thought he was there to "protect and escort" him.

But just three minutes into the surgery, he sadly discovered that he was only good at handing over scissors.

Ye Zhen's scalpel wasn't cutting at all, it was "sliding".

The blade grazed the nasal septum as if it were empty. Those capillaries that would normally bleed at the slightest touch seemed to be frozen in place by her hand, perfectly avoided.

Peel off, push aside, and search for an opening.

The procedure is clearly described in the documentation. It usually takes a regular doctor half an hour to complete this step, and it involves continuous hemostasis.

But Ye Zhen only took eight minutes.

"Arrived at the anterior wall of the sphenoid sinus."

Ye Zhen casually reported the time, her tone as relaxed as if she had just gone out to buy soy sauce.

Look out the window.

A group of big shots who usually look down on everyone are now pressed against the glass, their faces distorted by the pressure.

"This...we've arrived already?" Dr. Qian from Peking Union Medical College Hospital pushed up his reading glasses, which had slipped off his nose, and stared incredulously at the static-filled CRT monitor. "This is a transnasal approach! With such a narrow field of vision, didn't she need to stop to identify anatomical landmarks?"

Wu Wenqing stared intently at the pair of rock-solid hands on the screen, his Adam's apple bobbing slightly: "She has the images in her mind. She has the patient's scans etched into her brain, anticipating every incision."

Looking at the expressions on the faces of the Peking Union Medical College Hospital experts, Zhang Guohua knew—it was a sure thing!

"It has to be our military dependents, their mental fortitude is just too strong!" Zhang Guohua snorted smugly.

Inside the operating room.

The high-speed drill emitted a sharp buzzing sound.

"Sizzle—sizzle—"

Bone fragments flew everywhere, and the body was continuously rinsed with saline solution.

The hard anterior wall of the sphenoid sinus was gradually worn away, revealing a bone window the size of a coin.

As the dura mater was carefully cut open, the "demon" that had plagued Zhao Guozhu for twenty years and been condemned to death by countless renowned doctors finally revealed its true form.

A shrapnel with extremely irregular edges.

It's like a time bomb, stuck tightly between the cavernous sinus and the optic nerve. What's worse, one corner of it is trembling slightly with the pulsation of the internal carotid artery.

Every heartbeat is a countdown to death.

The atmosphere at the scene froze instantly; even the sound of breathing ceased.

This is what is meant by "even a god couldn't save him".

If your hand trembles even slightly, or if you pull too hard when removing shrapnel, the internal carotid artery will rupture, and a torrent of arterial blood will instantly fill the base of the skull. Even a god would be speechless.

"Peeling agent".

Ye Zhen's voice remained flat.

She took the slender peeler and probed into this forbidden zone of death through the narrow nasal passage, barely wide enough for a chopstick.

Under the microscope, those gloved hands were frighteningly steady.

Little by little, and little by little.

The shrapnel, which was originally tightly adhered to the brain tissue, began to loosen under her manipulation.

Just when everyone thought a miracle was about to happen—

A sudden change has occurred!

The shrapnel had remained in her body for so long that it had already triggered an inflammatory reaction in the surrounding blood vessels, making the vessel walls as thin and brittle as paper. Although Ye Zhen had avoided a major artery, a hidden network of veins beneath the shrapnel ruptured instantly due to the sudden release of pressure!

"puff!"

On the screen, the originally clear and rosy surgical field was instantly submerged in a dark red sea of ​​blood!

The footage is completely blurry!

"Oh no! A ruptured venous plexus!" Liang Guodong's hand trembled in shock, and the suction device nearly hit the brain tissue. "The bleeding is too much! We can't even see the bleeding point! We must pack and compress it immediately!"

It’s over.

This was the first thought that flashed through the minds of all the experts.

In such an extremely narrow, deep space, once bleeding occurs and vision is lost, it's like the blind men and the elephant. The hemostat has no idea where to clamp; if it clamps the internal carotid artery, the patient will die instantly!

That's why everyone says this surgery is difficult!

Outside the operating room.

Zhao Tiancheng, who had always stayed hidden in the corner like a transparent person, had his ears perked up like antennas.

When he heard the gasps from inside, he felt as if he had been injected with a stimulant, and his previously hunched back straightened instantly.

An indescribable surge of ecstasy rushed straight to the top of my head.

Look!

I told you no!

What kind of miracle doctor, what kind of genius, is it all nonsense in the face of an absolute dead end in anatomy!

He couldn't even control the muscles at the corners of his mouth, revealing an extremely twisted smile. He couldn't help but take a step forward and mutter in a tone that seemed regretful but was actually gloating:

"I told you it couldn't be done... but you insisted on showing off. Now look what happened, even a miracle can't save you. If you die on stage, it'll be medical malpractice, tsk tsk..."

The sound wasn't loud.

The air seemed to freeze at minus fifty degrees Celsius in that instant.

The bigwigs waiting outside turned around, but the way they looked at Zhao Tiancheng was as if he were a piece of garbage just pulled from the sewer. There was no anger in their eyes, only a kind of contempt from the top of the food chain.

Zhou Hai suddenly turned around, his eyes wide open, and the veins on his neck bulging. He took a few steps in front of Zhao Tiancheng, forcing Zhao Tiancheng's legs to buckle and he pressed himself against the wall.

"Are you a doctor?"

Zhang Guohua's voice was low and menacing, filled with gritted teeth and hatred. "Inside lies a war hero, Xiao Ye was risking his life to save him! And you're here laughing?"

"I...I didn't laugh...I just..." Zhao Tiancheng's smile remained stiff, and cold sweat instantly soaked his back.

"Shut your mouth," Zhou Hai said coldly. "If you don't want to be completely erased from the medical field, get the hell out of here."

Seven or eight top domestic experts stood on the same side, using a silent pressure to nail Zhao Tiancheng to the pillar of shame.

That look was more painful than killing him.

Zhao Tiancheng's mouth was agape, like a fish out of water, his face deathly pale, unable to utter a single word.