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

Inside the abandoned warehouse in the northwest corner of the Beicheng Military Region General Hospital, it was as hot as a steamer. Several borrowed old-fashioned mimeograph machines were clicking away incessantly, and the air was filled with a pungent yet exciting smell of ink.

"stop!"

A cold rebuke abruptly cut off the lively commotion inside the room.

Ye Zhen stood in front of a makeshift blackboard, holding a pointer in her hand. She was wearing a dark blue work uniform with the sleeves rolled up, revealing a section of her fair but strong wrist.

In front of her sat dozens of student leaders from Peking University, Tsinghua University, and Peking University Health Science Center. These usually arrogant and proud students were now shrugging their necks, like primary school students caught red-handed by their teacher.

"Is this the result you selected?"

Ye Zhen grabbed a form and slammed it on the table.

"Name: Zhang Xiaohe. Symptoms: Suspected heart murmur, recommended... mitral valve replacement?" Ye Zhen finished reading, a cold smile playing on her lips. Her gaze swept over the bespectacled Peking University medical student. "Young man, you haven't even learned to walk yet, and you want to learn surgery? What you're holding is a stethoscope, not a judge's pen! Who gave you the authority to make a diagnosis?"

The boy's face turned bright red, and after a long pause, he whispered in protest, "Teacher Ye, I... I deduced it from the textbook..."

"Textbooks can't save the day!"

Ye Zhen threw the form back and turned around to write several large characters heavily on the blackboard: Standardization.

"What I need isn't a doctor, but a screening specialist!" She pulled out a handwritten "Rapid Screening Manual for Congenital Heart Disease" from her pocket, which she had written overnight. Those thin pages were more precious to the students than the "Nine Yin Manual" at that moment.

"Listen up, all of you! Forget all that complicated pathophysiology stuff in your heads!"

Ye Zhen's pointer slammed against the blackboard with a loud thud, her voice crisp and clear: "Memorize the rhyme! This is a strict order!"

"Beware if the lips are purple, like a mulberry, and the fingers are large and thick!"

"Squatting and panting won't make you grow taller, and your chest is pounding like you're in the throes of first love!"

"Just listen for two things with the stethoscope: a 'whooshing' sound and a 'clicking' mechanical sound. Ignore everything else! If you hear anything unusual, just click away, and leave the rest to me!"

Simple and crude, yet extremely effective.

This "devilish teaching method" instantly stunned and also woke up these students from the ivory tower.

"Tsinghua University, put away your route planning techniques. I need door-to-door canvassing! From Dongdan to Xidan, knock on every single door. Don't give me any 'optimal solution' stuff. If I miss a single household, you'll be held responsible!"

"The poster from Peking University is well-written, but don't use classical Chinese! Ordinary people won't understand 'chronic illness'; just write 'Heart disease can be cured, for free!'"

"Hey Peking University Health Science Center students, put away your arrogance. You have the heaviest task; you're responsible for the final review. If you can't hear me correctly, go back and practice your listening skills!"

The entire warehouse instantly transformed into a sophisticated assembly line. Liberal arts students were responsible for filling out forms and promoting the products, science students were responsible for data statistics, and medical students were responsible for auscultation and verification.

Efficiency is skyrocketing at a rate visible to the naked eye.

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"Sister-in-law, I'm home!"

The door was slammed open, and a gust of cold wind carried a muddy little monkey inside.

Gu Linlin's fashionable red wool coat had long since turned a dark purple, her hair was a mess like a bird's nest, and there were two streaks of black ash on her face. She was clutching a stack of filled-out forms tightly in her hands, but her eyes were frighteningly bright.

"This area, forty-eight households, all screened!" Gu Linlin piled the forms on Ye Zhen's desk, grabbed a large tea mug, and gulped down half a mug of cold water. "I was chased by that old lady Wang at the alley entrance for two blocks!"

In the past, this Miss Gu would have cried and begged to go home to find her grandmother.

But now, she wiped the water from her mouth, and triumphantly raised her chin at the dumbfounded boy next to her: "What are you looking at? Haven't you ever seen a beautiful woman leading a revolution before?"

"Great, Linlin." Ye Zhen looked at the neat handwriting on the form and showed a rare hint of approval. "You didn't embarrass your brother."

"Absolutely!" Gu Linlin was practically strutting around with pride. "If anyone ever calls me a pretty face again, I'll be the first to bite them to death!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the other side door opened.

Song Sisi walked in smartly, dressed in a crisp green military uniform. Compared to Gu Linlin's disheveled state, she appeared much more composed, though her aura of unapproachability was even stronger.

"Mission accomplished." Song Sisi handed a sealed document bag to Ye Zhen. "I've been to all those government compounds and retirement homes. When the guards wouldn't let me in, I played the clapper at the gate and sang all the old cadres' songs."

She paused, then looked at Ye Zhen with a complicated expression: "There were a few stubborn old folks who didn't want to fill out the forms, so I just gave them my dad's name... and they filled them out."

Ye Zhen couldn't help but laugh. This tactic of using someone else's strength against them was brilliant.

These young people are spreading out this huge net little by little in their own way.

As dusk fell, the temperature inside the warehouse did not drop.

"Dinner's ready!"

A deep male voice rang out at the doorway, carrying a reassuring, homey atmosphere.

Gu Zheng walked in carrying two huge aluminum insulated buckets, followed by his bodyguard Xiao Wang, who was carrying two boxes of freshly baked white steamed buns.

"Braised pork belly with potatoes, all you can eat!"

Gu Zheng placed the thermos on the long table, lifted the lid, and the rich aroma of meat instantly and domineeringly overwhelmed the smell of ink.

These privileged students, who had been starving all day, instantly turned green with envy. All notions of civility and etiquette were thrown to the wind. They swarmed forward, grabbed their aluminum lunchboxes, squatted down, and began wolfing down their food.

Gu Zheng served Ye Zhen a bowl with the most and best meat.

He looked at the students squatting on the floor, sniffling and looking completely unkempt, and then at the map on the wall covered with small red, yellow, and blue flags. A look of shock flashed in his deep eyes.

In Berlin, he had witnessed glamorous banquets.

But he felt that the scene before him was a thousand times more sophisticated than that banquet.

"Wife." Gu Zheng handed the chopsticks to Ye Zhen, lowered his voice, and said in a tone that was a little teasing but more affectionate, "You're not teaching students, you're leading an army into battle."

Ye Zhen took the bowl and was about to speak when a series of hurried footsteps suddenly came from the doorway.

A Tsinghua University student wearing thick-rimmed glasses stumbled in, holding a bright red card in his hand. His voice was trembling, trembling with a mix of sobs and ecstasy.

"Teacher Ye! A red card! The first red card!"

The boy rushed up to Ye Zhen, breathless: "Old Li's daughter from the south of the city, the one who collects scraps! She's seven years old and only weighs thirty pounds! Her lips are purple like an eggplant, and she has seizures whenever she cries! Her parents thought she had epilepsy and almost abandoned her!"

"I listened! It was all static! A constant rumbling! I gave them a red card and brought them to the emergency room!"

The warehouse fell into a deathly silence.

Everyone stopped chewing and stared blankly at the red card.

That's more than just a piece of paper.

That's proof that the system is working.

It's a life.

Ye Zhen put down the bowl in her hand, took the red card, and gently stroked the rough ink on it with her fingers.

"I'll go take a look."