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

"Bang!"

The notebook in Lao Liu's hand fell to the ground and hit his foot without causing any reaction.

Zhao Degong didn't even notice that the purple clay teapot in his hand was tilted. Boiling water splashed all over his hand, but he didn't even flinch. His mouth was wide open, big enough to fit a meat bun.

"This...this is..." Zhao Degong's voice trembled, as if he had seen a ghost.

"Red means the blood is flowing towards us, and blue means the blood is flowing back." Ye Zhen's hand was as steady as a mountain as she made minor adjustments while explaining in the calm tone of a military instructor leading troops, "See that? This is the red and blue Doppler system. We're no longer just blind men feeling an elephant when we're seeing a doctor."

She lightly slid her finger across the trackball, and the cursor locked onto an unusual, multicolored mosaic signal.

"Look here." Ye Zhen's voice was icy. "A 1.2-centimeter peripheral ventricular septal defect—that's nothing. The important thing is here—"

As the probe was deflected, a blue stream of blood on the screen showed an eerie splitting.

"Overriding," Ye Zhen asserted. "An aortic overriding rate of over 50% indicates extremely severe Tetralogy of Fallot. Moreover, an abnormal collateral circulation vessel is supplying blood to the lungs, which is why he appears to have a lot of blood in his lungs on the M-mode ultrasound, but in reality, he has severe hypoxia."

The truth came out.

Diagnostic problems that have troubled countless veteran experts are as clear as lice on a bald man's head when faced with this machine.

No need for stethoscope readings, no need for invasive imaging pain, and not even need for open-chest exploration.

All it takes is a light swipe.

"My God..." Hans clutched his head, letting out a groan, "We did it...we really did it...we've made history..."

Zhao Degong finally came to his senses. He staggered forward two steps, trying to see more clearly, but tripped over the police tape and almost fell flat on his face.

"This is color Doppler ultrasound?" he muttered to himself, his earlier sourness long gone, replaced by a burning, envious look.

As an expert, he knew all too well what this meant.

This means that doctors will no longer be blind, that the success rate of cardiac surgery will increase exponentially, and that... whoever controls this machine will control the discourse on cardiovascular diseases in China.

And this person is Ye Zhen.

Ye Zhen withdrew the probe, casually took out a tissue to wipe off the coupling gel from the child, then turned around and looked at Zhao Degong.

"Dean Zhao," Ye Zhen took off her gloves and tossed them into the medical waste bin beside her, "you just said you wanted to bring this machine back to Shanghai?"

Zhao Degong's face instantly flushed red, almost as if it were about to bleed. He stammered, unable to utter a complete sentence for a long time: "That... Expert Ye... I was just... joking, just joking."

"That's good." Ye Zhen's lips curled into a faint smile, but although she was smiling, she exuded an invisible sense of pressure. "This QAD-1 is currently the only one in all of Asia. However, we will import more in the future."

She stepped forward and stood in front of Zhao Degong. Although she was slender, she exuded an aura of immense power.

"Do you want to learn?" Ye Zhen asked.

Zhao Degong and Lao Liu looked up abruptly, their eyes gleaming with longing, and nodded vigorously.

"I want to learn..." Ye Zhen slowly straightened her cuffs. "Then we have to follow the rules. Starting tomorrow, the main hospital will establish the 'Heart of China' Imaging Training Class. It will last for 3 days. It's free for students, and the tuition for others who want to learn is 300 yuan per person, excluding room and board. Not only will there be a theory test, but also a practical test. Anyone who fails will go back to where they came from."

"three hundred?!"

Old Liu screamed, his eyes nearly popping out of their sockets, "This is way too expensive! It's highway robbery! My monthly salary is only fifty yuan!"

The students and doctors watching nearby gasped in astonishment. In an era when rice cost just over ten cents a pound, three hundred yuan was an enormous sum.

Ye Zhen glanced at him: "You think it's too expensive? If Siemens people want to learn, I'll charge them ten thousand US dollars. That's called a technological barrier, understand?"

Gu Zheng, who had been silent until now, chimed in at this opportune moment: "It's fine if you don't want to learn. The door's over there. Goodbye, but if you're late, you might not even get a standing ticket."

This sentence became the last straw that broke the camel's back.

Zhao Degong took a deep breath, gritted his teeth, and said with great determination, "We'll learn! We'll learn! Lao Liu, go back and submit a report to apply for all the department's funding! If we don't learn this technology, our Shanghai First Affiliated Hospital will only be able to follow in their footsteps and eat their dust!"

Seeing these two experts, who had been so arrogant just moments before, now pulling out notebooks like elementary school students to prepare for a lecture, the surrounding students erupted in suppressed cheers.

That was so satisfying!

Ye Zhen didn't smile. She sat back down at the control panel, her gaze sweeping over the crowd and towards the distant inpatient building.

With these "heavenly eyes," the diseases hiding in the dark corners will finally be revealed.

"Next." Ye Zhen's cool voice rang out.

Another sick child was brought in.

This time, Gu Zheng didn't cause any trouble. Instead, he stood silently behind Ye Zhen, acting as a enforcer to maintain order. He looked at his wife's focused profile, the flickering red and blue light on the screen reflected in her pupils like two burning flames.

However, just as the probe touched the child's skin, Ye Zhen's hand suddenly stopped.

On the screen, the clear and orderly flow of red and blue blood suddenly gave way to a large, chilling black torrent. It wasn't blood vessels; it was a tangled mess, a chaotic and haphazard "vortex of death."

The head of the ultrasound department at the main hospital, who had been standing behind and secretly observing, leaned over for a look. His face instantly turned deathly pale, and even his lips trembled: "This is... transposition of the great arteries? No, no, this structure is too messy... This is total anomalous pulmonary venous return (TAPVC)? And it's the obstructive type?"

Zhao Degong, disregarding any semblance of composure, squeezed in for a peek, gasped, and his voice trembled: "This...this child is beyond saving, isn't he? His heart is completely malfunctioning! All the blood vessels are connected backwards!"

Ye Zhen didn't say anything.

Her brows furrowed deeply as she stared at the image that resembled a black hole of death.

In the era of black-and-white ultrasound, this disease was often misdiagnosed as severe pneumonia because the blood vessels were not clearly visible, and the child would suffocate and die in extreme pain. Now that the blood vessels are clearly visible, it is even more despairing.

This type of surgery is known as the "forbidden zone within the forbidden zone" in cardiac surgery. The blood vessels are as thin as hair, the anastomosis is extremely difficult to find, and once bleeding occurs, it's like a fountain, with absolutely no chance of stopping the bleeding.

"Ye..." Klaus, who was next to him, also understood the image and whispered, "Even in Germany, the mortality rate for this kind of case is over 90%. Let's give up. This machine has just been turned on; if the first confirmed case dies on the operating table during major surgery..."

He didn't finish his sentence, but everyone understood his meaning. If someone were to die shortly after the divine machine was acquired, it would be a devastating blow to the reputation of "Heart of China" and the authority of the machine.

All eyes were fixed on Ye Zhen's face. The cold wind howled, stirring up dust from the ground, but it couldn't dispel the tense and oppressive atmosphere.

Ye Zhen stared at the black torrent and remained silent for a full five seconds.

In those five seconds, she seemed to hear the child's faint but rapid breathing, the sound of life counting down.

Then, she pressed the image freeze button. The printer hissed and spat out the judgment-like color film. Ye Zhen reached out and tore off the film, pinching it between her fingertips, her knuckles turning slightly white from the pressure.

"Admit to hospital."

Her voice was eerily calm, yet carried an undeniable resolve, like a command or a vow.

"Notify the anesthesiology department to prepare for deep hypothermic circulatory arrest. I've entered this forbidden zone."