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

On the 28th day of the twelfth lunar month, the festive atmosphere in Beijing was so strong it was almost palpable.

Frost clung to the red walls and yellow tiles, red silk ribbons were wrapped around the old locust tree at the entrance of the alley, and the crisp cries of vendors emanating from the Dashilan area exuded a festive spirit.

"Rat-a-tat-tat—"

A modified Changjiang 750 sidecar motorcycle roared to life on Chang'an Avenue.

Gu Zheng was wearing a military officer's overcoat with the collar turned up, and his large, gloved hands gripped the handlebars steadily. He wore sunglasses and casually dangled an unlit cigarette from his mouth. His roguish charm attracted the attention of young women and older women on the roadside.

Ye Zhen sat in the bucket next to her.

She felt like a rice dumpling about to be sold.

She was wearing a down jacket, wrapped in Gu Zheng's military overcoat, with a wool blanket covering her legs and a thick scarf around her neck that could bury her face. Only her eyes were visible, looking helplessly at the ostentatious man in front of her.

"Gu Zheng, I'm not cold," Ye Zhen protested in a muffled voice. "Can you take the blanket away? It's so embarrassing."

"Withdraw what?" Gu Zheng didn't turn his head, his voice drifting on the wind, "Beijing's dry cold is a physical attack, it can freeze you to the bone. You spent a few days studying abroad in Germany, your body is weak, you need to be bundled up."

Ye Zhen rolled her eyes. She's a surgeon, in excellent physical condition, how could she be weak?

The car was parked in front of Wangfujing Department Store.

The crowds buying New Year's goods were so large it looked like the building was about to collapse.

Hold on to me.

Gu Zheng parked the car, stretched out his long arm, and directly half-embraced Ye Zhen in his arms, as if protecting a chick that had just left the nest.

He was tall and had a fierce aura; when he stood in the crowd, he was like a moving air conditioner. The originally tightly packed crowd was forced to make way by his cold, piercing eyes.

"Two pounds of White Rabbit milk candy."

"Erguotou, get me the one with the high alcohol content."

"Give me a pair of those big red lanterns, the largest ones."

Gu Zheng's shopping style is characterized by "speed, accuracy, and ruthlessness," he buys exactly what he wants. The saleswoman, who was so busy she was about to curse, looked up and saw Gu Zheng's handsome face, then noticed the brochure on his shoulder. The curse she was about to utter immediately died in her throat, and she smiled broadly.

"Oh my, PLA comrade, are you doting on your wife?" the older woman joked as she weighed the candy.

Gu Zheng grinned, revealing a set of bright white teeth: "Of course, if I don't care, who will? He's the only precious darling of the family."

Ye Zhen's face, hidden under her scarf, felt a little hot, and she quietly reached out and pinched the soft flesh on his waist.

Gu Zheng remained unfazed, and even went further, tightening his grip on her hand.

While the young couple was shopping, a full-blown brawl was unfolding at the Tianjin Port docks.

On the frigid seashore, the Schroeder family's giant ship had just docked.

Before the huge container even hit the ground, a group of people below were already red-eyed with rage.

"This extracorporeal circulation machine is mine! Don't touch it!"

Dean Zhao of Shanghai First People's Hospital, usually a gentle and refined old scholar, was now wearing his hat askew, clutching a wooden box with German writing on it tightly like a tiger guarding its food. "Anyone who tries to take it will face my wrath! I have an official document from the Ministry of Health! It clearly states that Shanghai will be given priority!"

"Official documents are worthless!" The vice president of Xiehe Hospital wasn't one to be trifled with either. Waving the note in his hand, spitting as he spoke, "This is a special approval! A special approval, you understand? This is the key for our cardiac surgery department to break into Asia! Old Zhao, what are you doing getting involved, a general surgeon? Do you even know how to use this thing?"

"Hey! Don't touch that monitor! It belongs to West China Hospital! I'll fight anyone who touches it!"

Standing in the cold wind, Vice Minister Li of the Ministry of Health, his voice hoarse from shouting, yelled through the megaphone: "Comrades! Pay attention to your manners! Pay attention to unity! We are all one nation! Don't engage in factionalism!"

No one cares about him.

This is like a hungry wolf spotting meat.

That batch of top-notch equipment that the Western world was so wary of was like spoils of war being divided up, one for each person, and instantly hauled away by trucks from various hospitals.

Only the convoy from the North City Military Region General Hospital quietly stopped at the very back.

Dean Zhou Hai stood with his hands behind his back, staring at the dismantled equipment box, his face grim, his heart bleeding. The department head beside him stamped his foot in anger: "Dean! Are we just going to stand by and watch? Dr. Ye risked his life to get this!"

"What's the rush?" Dean Zhou Hai snorted coldly, took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, but didn't light them. "Dr. Ye said to let them take it. Some things can't be used just by taking them back."

……

Lunar New Year's Eve.

Red lanterns were hung in the Gu family compound, their warm yellow light spilling onto the snow and making the whole courtyard look festive.

Inside the main room, a 14-inch color TV was on, and Zhao Zhongxiang's deep voice announced the start of the Spring Festival Gala. The room was warm and cozy with underfloor heating, and the window decorations were full of festive decorations.

The family sat around a round table making dumplings.

Grandpa Gu was in a good mood today, so he specially changed into a dark red Tang suit and looked very energetic. He held a rolling pin in his hand, and although his movements were slow, his strength was even. As he rolled out the dough, he talked about the Huaihai Campaign from back then.

"The snow was even heavier back then. We were in the trenches, and each of us got two frozen potatoes. When we took a bite, it was full of ice crystals..."

Ye Zhen listened very attentively.

She used to think that this kind of reminiscing about past hardships and appreciating present happiness was very distant, but now, sitting in this room, looking at the wrinkles on the old woman's face, watching Grandma Gu smilingly stuffing coins into the dumplings, and watching Gu Zheng clumsily pinching out ugly dumplings that looked like hand grenades.

She suddenly felt a sense of peace and security.

This is the root.

"Wife, look at this." Gu Zheng held up a crooked and cracked dumpling like a treasure. "This is called 'Sleeping Dragon,' which means we'll soar to great heights next year."

Ye Zhen glanced at the dough ball, the filling of which was almost spilling out, and continued working with her hands.

Her slender fingers flew, pinching and sealing the dumpling. In just two seconds, a plump, round dumpling with delicate wheat-ear-shaped edges stood on the cutting board.

Those were the hands of a surgeon—steady, precise, and beautiful.

"That's called a 'paralyzed dragon'," Ye Zhen commented casually, a smile playing on her lips. "Let's just make some soup instead, don't ruin the dumpling wrappers."

Gu Zheng chuckled, not annoyed at all. Taking advantage of his grandmother's inattention, he quickly stole a kiss on Ye Zhen's cheek, which almost made Ye Zhen hit him with a rolling pin.

At this peaceful time, thousands of miles away in Shanghai...

The First People's Hospital of Shanghai was brightly lit.

In order to present the good news to the higher-ups on New Year's Eve, Dean Zhao ordered all the best physicists, engineers, and German translators in Shanghai to gather together, determined to turn on the most advanced extracorporeal circulation machine in all of Asia tonight.

"Connect the power!" Dean Zhao, beaming, waved his hand as if he could already see the headlines in tomorrow's newspaper.

"Voltage is stable! Transformer is connected!"

"start up!"

The chief engineer, his hand trembling, pressed the green start button.

hum-

The internal fan of the machine started to spin, emitting a deep and expensive buzzing sound, and the indicator lights on the control panel lit up one by one.

"It's lit up! It's lit up!"

"We succeeded! Shanghai now has world-class equipment!"

The entire department erupted in cheers, some even clapping. Dean Zhao, his eyes brimming with emotion, exclaimed, "This is a historic moment! We've finally..."

"drop!!!"

A sharp, piercing cry suddenly interrupted all the cheers.

The screen, which was supposed to be warmed up and started, suddenly went black instead of entering the operating interface.

Immediately afterwards, a line of ghastly green German code flashed wildly on the pitch-black monochrome CRT screen like a ghost, turning the faces of all the experts present a ghastly green.

[Systemfehler] (System Error)