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

The next day, at Beijing Capital International Airport.

Airports in this era were not as busy as they are in later times, and there were no glass curtain walls and steel domes everywhere.

The terminal building at this time was a typical Soviet-style building, solid and heavy, exuding a serious political atmosphere. The floor was paved with brownish-yellow terrazzo, waxed, reflecting the dim fluorescent lights overhead. The air was filled with a unique smell—a mixture of cheap tobacco, floor wax, and old leather.

The hall wasn't crowded. Most of the people who were there stood with their chests puffed out, their expressions either reserved and serious or barely suppressed excitement. There were cadres in green military uniforms and Zhongshan suits, and occasionally a few blond, blue-eyed foreigners carrying suitcases that could only be found in Friendship Stores.

Zhang Guohua was dressed in a smart Zhongshan suit, his hair neatly combed, making him look exceptionally energetic. Behind him followed Klaus and a man carrying a briefcase.

"Xiao Ye! Gu Zheng! Over here!"

Zhang Guohua stood next to a pillar in the hall, waving his arms from a great distance.

The old dean had made a special effort to groom himself today; his hair was slicked back and shiny, and even the top button of his Zhongshan suit was fastened tightly. The rosy glow on his face was impossible to conceal; it was the excitement of going to "do something big."

Klaus, standing next to him, was still dressed in a suit and tie, holding a top hat, and looking around with great interest.

Ye Zhen and Gu Zheng walked over quickly.

"Uncle Zhang," Gu Zheng greeted him, placing his luggage at his feet.

Zhang Guohua didn't bother with pleasantries. He stepped aside and made way for a young man who had been blocked from view.

"Come, come, let me introduce you." Zhang Guohua pointed to the young man, his tone tinged with a hint of boasting. "You all know Mr. Klaus, so I won't introduce him. This is the interpreter specially assigned to us by the ministry. He's a top student from the Foreign Languages ​​Institute and a promising talent that the ministry is focusing on developing. He's fluent in German and English, and I've heard he can even speak a few words of French."

He was a young man in his early twenties, with his hair parted in a side part, wearing gold-rimmed glasses on his nose, and a gray wool scarf around his neck. He exuded a scholarly air and was very refined.

The young man stepped forward, his smile as bright as a flower: "Hello, Dr. Ye! I've heard so much about you! My name is Xu Wenqiang!"

Gu Zheng paused as he was adjusting Ye Zhen's scarf.

Xu Wenqiang? He glanced at the kid's attire; the wool scarf was tied in a gaudy way, and apart from the name, he was nothing like that guy from Shanghai.

Before Gu Zheng could react, this "Xu Wenqiang" had already excitedly reached out to shake Ye Zhen's hand: "Dr. Ye, I've heard about your deeds, they're simply amazing! That professionalism, that spirit, is truly a model for us all! It's an honor for me to be your translator this time!"

This young man was clearly a straightforward scholar; his eyes were shining as he looked at Ye Zhen, and his enthusiasm was unstoppable.

Ye Zhen politely extended her hand: "Translator Xu, you flatter me. Thank you for your help this time."

"No trouble at all!" Xu Wenqiang grasped Ye Zhen's fingers and shook them a couple of times, completely unaware that the face of a certain officer next to him had turned as black as the bottom of a pot. "Dr. Ye, I've done some research on medical terminology. If you need anything on the way, just call me anytime! My seat is right next to you..."

"cough!"

A loud cough interrupted Xu Wenqiang's words.

Gu Zheng subtly squeezed between the two, his large hand like an iron clamp, "stripping" Xu Wenqiang's hand from Ye Zhen's, then gripping it tightly and shaking it vigorously up and down.

"You must be Translator Xu? Nice to meet you."

Gu Zheng gave a forced smile, but his grip was surprisingly strong.

Xu Wenqiang's face turned pale with pain; he felt like his finger bones were about to shatter, yet he still had to force a smile: "Nice...please meet you. And this gentleman is?"

"Gu Zheng." Gu Zheng spoke sparingly, "Dr. Ye's family member and bodyguard."

"Oh, hello Comrade Gu." Xu Wenqiang grimaced and pulled his hand back, but still wouldn't give up. He leaned towards Ye Zhen again. "Dr. Ye, regarding that minimally invasive heart surgery, I have a few technical terms I'd like to check with you, such as the German for 'valve'..."

In the waiting hall, Xu Wenqiang chattered around Ye Zhen like a tireless sparrow.

Ye Zhen has a good temper and patiently answered all my questions.

Gu Zheng sat beside her, his expression growing increasingly grim. He felt this guy was just an unnecessary third wheel, using work as an excuse to have his eyes glued to Ye Zhen.

"Young Master Gu, you..." Zhang Guohua, who was standing next to him, saw through the situation and nudged Gu Zheng while suppressing a laugh.

Gu Zheng snorted coldly and took out the book "Postpartum Care of Sows and Piglet Breeding Techniques" from his military satchel. The book's cover was already worn out from repeated use.

"Translator Xu."

Gu Zheng suddenly spoke, his voice not loud, but carrying a chilling aura.

Just as they were getting into the conversation, Xu Wenqiang was taken aback: "Huh? Comrade Gu, is something wrong?"

Gu Zheng slowly opened the book, pointed to a line of text in a serious manner, and read aloud: "According to scientific breeding theory, if a sow... oh no, a woman is subjected to continuous and high-frequency noise interference during her rest period after engaging in high-intensity mental work, it will seriously affect her productivity and even lead to irritability and endocrine disorders."

Xu Wenqiang: "???"

Zhang Guohua: "..."

Ye Zhen almost spat out the mouthful of water she had just drunk.

Gu Zheng closed the book expressionlessly, then held it up in front of Xu Wenqiang, blocking his view of Ye Zhen: "Translator Xu, for the success of this mission, and for the mental and physical well-being of Expert Ye, I suggest your best strategy right now is—shut up. Understand?"

Xu Wenqiang looked at the agricultural red book in front of him, which had the four big characters "Sow Care" written on it, and then looked at Gu Zheng's murderous eyes. His Adam's apple bobbed with difficulty.

"I understand... I understand."

The world is finally quiet.

Gu Zheng put the book away with satisfaction, like a victorious general, and leaned back in his chair.

Ye Zhen quietly reached out and hooked her little finger with Gu Zheng's.

Gu Zheng's hand froze for a moment, then he turned and tightly enveloped that soft little hand in his palm, his thumb gently stroking the back of her hand. He turned his head to look at Ye Zhen, and the corners of his originally cold and hard lips subtly curved into a smile.

The boarding announcement came over the loudspeaker.

"Let's go, honey." Gu Zheng picked up the luggage with one hand and held her hand with the other. "Let's go blow up the place."

The plane roared into the sky, piercing through the thick clouds.

Outside the window, there is a vast expanse of sky.

The storm that would soon shake the European medical community was quietly brewing on this seemingly calm journey.