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

Just as the clown outside finished performing this farce—

Inside the operating room.

On the display screen, red liquid swallowed the clear anatomical view.

red.

You can't see anything but red.

That suffocating crimson filled the entire CRT screen, making everyone in the operating room hold their breath.

"Suction device!" Liang Guodong's voice went off-key. He was the top surgeon in the province, having witnessed countless major incidents, but looking at that blind-spot-like sea of ​​blood, his back was instantly soaked with sweat. In this nasal passage, which was only as thick as a chopstick, once the view was lost, probing further with the instruments would be like a blind man riding a blind horse. Below was the internal carotid artery, and above was the optic nerve; touching either end would be fatal on the spot.

The only option is to retreat.

Immediately pack the wound to stop the bleeding and terminate the surgery; this is the only way to save the patient.

Although this means the surgery failed and Zhao Guozhu will have to live with that ticking time bomb for the rest of his life, at least he was able to be pushed off the stage alive.

Liang Guodong's hand had even reached for the stuffing strips.

A hand blocked him.

The glove was stained with specks of blood, yet it stood as steady as a cast-iron sculpture, without the slightest tremor.

"Gelatin sponge".

Four short and powerful words.

Ye Zhen's voice was as flat as a straight line, without any fluctuations or panic, even calmer than when she cut open the bone window earlier.

The scrub nurse paused for half a second, startled by the calm voice, and subconsciously handed the cut gelatin sponge to the hemostat.

Ye Zhen held the suction device in her left hand and probed into the chaotic pool of blood.

"Glug!"

The moment the suction device sucked away the blood, there was a very brief moment of blankness in my vision.

It was in that very instant.

Ye Zhen's gaze didn't linger on the screen for long. The 3D anatomical diagram, which she had already constructed countless times in her mind, overlapped with reality at this moment. Her right hand held bipolar electrocautery forceps, probing into the blood-red depths along that unseen path.

That was a complete blind spot.

Liang Guodong's eyelids twitched violently. He wanted to speak up to stop them, but his throat felt like it was blocked by something.

Is she crazy?

Performing electrocoagulation without being able to see? What's the difference between that and walking a tightrope along a cliff with your eyes closed?

If the wrist deviates by even a millimeter, the intense heat will instantly burn the optic nerve, plunging this war hero into eternal darkness.

"Sizzle!"

A very short, sharp electrical hum sounded.

The tiny blue spark at the tip of the electrocautery tweezers was completely invisible to the naked eye in the pool of blood. Then, the slender hand inserted the gelatin sponge, precisely pressing it onto the spot where the electrocautery had just taken place.

Their movements were so fast that they were almost invisible.

one second.

two seconds.

Liang Guodong stared intently at the screen, forgetting to breathe.

Ye Zhen loosened the tweezers, picked up the saline flushing tube with her left hand, and gently pressed the switch.

The clear liquid flowed into the surgical field, carrying away the remaining blood and turbidity.

The despairing red has faded.

The screen became clear and bright again.

Less than two millimeters away from the still slightly pulsating internal carotid artery, the rupture of the venous plexus had been precisely burned and solidified, with a gelatin sponge firmly attached to it, like a sturdy dam, completely sealing off the surging blood flow.

The optic nerve is intact.

The internal carotid artery was intact.

The operating room was eerily quiet, with only the bellows of the anesthesia machine rising and falling, emitting a monotonous whirring sound.

Liang Guodong felt his knees go weak. He braced himself against the edge of the operating table and turned to look at Ye Zhen beside him. The girl was wearing a mask, only her eyes were visible. There was no relief of surviving a disaster in her eyes, only focus, as if the harrowing scene just now was nothing more than her casually straightening a crooked roadblock on her way to work.

This is not luck at all.

Looking out the window, a layer of white fog had formed on the glass.

Wu Wenqing pressed his entire body against the glass, his nose leaving a round mark on it. He even forgot to blink, his eyes bloodshot from dryness.

"Blind operation..."

The vice president of Peking Union Medical College Hospital uttered two words as if in a dream, his lips trembling.

In that instant, the layman saw the spectacle, while the expert saw the intricacies. Wu Wenqing knew all too well the significance of that single clamp strike. It required an absolutely precise mental location of the anatomical structure, flawless control over spatial distance, and a heart as strong as Mount Tai remaining unmoved even in the face of a collapsing mountain.

Even at his peak, he wouldn't have dared to be so blindly decisive in that situation.

"Old Zhang," Wu Wenqing grabbed Zhang Guohua's arm, his fingers digging until his knuckles turned white, "this girl... if your military region doesn't use her, I'll have her kidnapped and taken to Peking Union Medical College Hospital tomorrow! These hands are a blessing to the medical community, born in our country!"

Zhang Guohua was gripped painfully, but he didn't care about shaking off. He grinned like a fool, his eyes slightly moist: "Dream on! They're from our General Staff Headquarters! It's only because I, Zhang Dapao, lack literary talent that I could at least compose a couple of lines of poetry to praise them!"

Everyone knows that the hardest hurdle has been overcome.

Ye Zhen ignored the subtle changes in the surrounding atmosphere. For her, the crisis being over meant only one thing—the surgery could continue.

She held out her hand, palm up: "Microscopic shears, peeler."

This time, the nurse didn't hesitate at all; the sound of the instruments hitting her palm was crisp and clear.

On the screen, the rusty shrapnel was finally exposed, all alone. Its edges were rough, like an old thorn embedded in flesh, surrounded by thick connective tissue.

Ye Zhen's hands were very steady.

The peeler gently probes in, as if peeling away a cicada's wing that is about to break at the slightest touch.

The shrapnel had been lodged at the base of her skull for twenty years, long since integrated with the surrounding tissue. Ye Zhen patiently separated it bit by bit, each peeling pushing the limits of human finger dexterity.

Outside the operating room.

Zhao Tiancheng did not witness the astonishing reversal that had just occurred.

He warned himself not to get carried away and that when the surgery failed and everyone came out, he had to pretend to be heartbroken and even offer some comfort to his ex-fiancée.

"Sigh, let's see if she'll ever be able to hold her head up again," he thought to himself, lightly tapping his toes on the ground.

Just then.

The operating room door was not forced open as he had expected, and no nurses shouted for help.

Even the monitor's piercing alarm suddenly stopped.

Instead, a suppressed cheer erupted, followed by a sudden burst of excitement. Even through the thick soundproof doors and observation windows, the excitement radiated out like a shockwave.

Zhao Tiancheng was stunned for a moment.

He subconsciously took two steps forward and craned his neck to look through the observation window.

Just moments ago, Wu Wenqing and Zhang Guohua were so tense they looked like they wanted to eat someone alive. Now, they were excitedly patting each other on the shoulder. Their expressions didn't seem like they had encountered a medical accident; rather, they looked like they had seen their ancestral graves emitting auspicious smoke.

What happened?

Zhao Tiancheng's heart skipped a beat, and an extremely ominous premonition crept up his spine.