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In the corridor outside the operating room, Vice Minister Li of the Ministry of Health kept glancing at the Shanghai brand watch on his wrist, sweat beading on his forehead.

This is no ordinary surgery; it's a diplomatic battle fought without gunfire!

If this incision goes astray, it won't just be a loss of life, but a humiliating disgrace to Chinese cardiac surgery on the international stage. If foreign media reports it, saying things like "Chinese doctors disregard human life," then his position as vice minister will be over.

"Gu Zheng!" Vice Minister Li grabbed Gu Zheng, who was leaning against the wall with his eyes closed, and said in a very low voice, "Tell me the truth, what are the chances that your wife... oh no, Dr. Ye, is confident? This is Marfan syndrome! Her blood vessels are as fragile as tofu!"

Gu Zheng opened his eyes, his sharp gaze showing no sign of panic, but rather a lazy smile. He reached out to straighten Vice Minister Li's askew collar button, his tone unhurried:

"Boss, you're sweating so much, you could take a shower."

"Stop arguing with me! What time is it?!" Deputy Minister Li stamped his feet anxiously, the soles of his shoes clattering on the terrazzo floor. "That's a British knight watching! That's Political Commissar Zhao's only son! If we can't save face..."

"Can't back down?" Gu Zheng sneered, straightening his body and instantly transforming from a lazy, roguish soldier into a drawn blade. He stood blocking the heavy, airtight door of the operating room like an insurmountable mountain.

"My wife's hand holding a scalpel is steadyer than my hand holding a gun." Gu Zheng's voice wasn't loud, but every word carried the weight of metal and stone. "You can put your mind at ease. Even if it were Ma Fanshi, or even the King of Hell himself coming to snatch her away, he'd have to ask her for permission first."

Vice Minister Li was speechless and rolled his eyes, but this arrogance inexplicably made him feel a little more at ease.

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Inside the operating room, the operating lights were as bright as day.

It wasn't the tense atmosphere one might imagine. The only sounds here were the monotonous "beep-beep" of the monitors and the low hum of the extracorporeal circulation machine's wheels.

Zhao Lanlan lay on the narrow operating table, her face as pale as paper. Her nineteen-year-old eyes, usually bloodshot from years of illness, were now filled with fear, like a frightened fawn, her body trembling uncontrollably beneath the surgical drape.

"Will I...will I die?" Zhao Lanlan's teeth chattered, her voice barely audible.

Ye Zhen didn't offer the usual "Don't worry" platitudes like a typical doctor. She leaned forward slightly, her eyes above her mask as cold as a freshly sterilized scalpel, devoid of any extra emotion, yet possessing a metallic quality that suppressed everything.

"Look me in the eyes." Ye Zhen's voice wasn't loud, but it carried an undeniable command. "Give me your life, and all you need to do is have a good dream. When you wake up, you can wear dresses, fall in love, and live the life you want."

A powerful aura instantly enveloped the room, miraculously suppressing the chaos within.

Before Zhao Lanlan could react, Ye Zhen had already turned her head and said to the anesthesiologist, "Administer the medication."

Two minutes later, the heart rate curve on the monitor gradually flattened out, and the girl fell asleep.

"start."

The moment those two words were uttered, Ye Zhen's entire demeanor changed dramatically. She was no longer that somewhat frail young girl, but a precisely functioning surgical machine.

The scalpel cut through the skin like a hot knife through butter, without any hesitation.

Open the chest, stop the bleeding, saw open the sternum, and insert a retractor.

Ye Zhen took only four minutes to complete this set of movements.

Sir Williams, standing in the assistant's position, hadn't even had time to properly arrange all the equipment. He stared wide-eyed as Ye Zhen's hands blurred into afterimages in his vision.

too fast!

This speed is not frantic, but an extreme precision—there is not a single superfluous movement, and every cut is aimed directly at the vital point, precisely avoiding all nerves and capillaries.

"Vampire, Jazz."

Ye Zhen's voice rang out coldly, still in her standard London accent.

Williams jolted awake, realizing he had been staring in disbelief, and quickly extended the suction device. This renowned cardiac surgeon from the Royal Brompton Hospital in England felt a strange unease, like a new intern just entering the operating room.

"Electrocardial circulation established, cooling down."

As dark red blood flowed out of the body, the machine began to work in place of the heart. The diseased, enormous, balloon-like root of the aorta was exposed under the operating lights.

The blood vessel walls are as thin as cicada wings, a pathological change unique to Marfan syndrome, so fragile that it's like sewing tofu.

At this moment, the air in the observation room almost froze.

Zhao Degong pressed his face against the glass window, his nose pushing against the glass and creating a cloud of white mist. His pupils shrank to the size of pinpoints as he stared intently at the thin, hair-like needle holder in Ye Zhen's hand.

She is removing the diseased blood vessel.

Without the slightest hesitation, the blade traced along those fragile tissues, coming within just two millimeters of the coronary artery opening!

If her hand trembled even slightly, or her breathing became even slightly heavier, Zhao Lanlan would die right there.

"A madman...he's absolutely insane..." Zhao Degong's lips trembled, and the back of his shirt was soaked with cold sweat. If it were him, his hands would probably be shaking like a leaf by now.

But Ye Zhen's hands were as steady as if they were welded to the control panel.

"Jazz, your hook is off by three millimeters, which will block the view of the swivel branch."

On the operating table, Ye Zhen performed that meticulous dissection that made one's scalp tingle, while correcting him without looking up.

Williams blushed and quickly adjusted his position.

Next, the most crucial step came – aortic root replacement with valve preservation, which is the core step of the famous "David procedure".

Ye Zhen took the expensive imported artificial blood vessel, trimmed and shaped it into the "skirt" shape she had drawn on the blackboard.

Then, suture it.

At that moment, the slight "plop" sound of a needle piercing tissue could even be heard in the operating room.

Ye Zhen did not use the interrupted suture method that was mainstream at the time, but rather the continuous mattress suture method, which is extremely demanding in terms of manual dexterity. The needle and thread shuttled between the blood vessel and the valve ring at a speed that was dazzling to the eye, and the distance between each stitch was as if it had been measured with calipers, with no difference whatsoever.

"Did you see it clearly?"

Ye Zhen suddenly spoke up. Although her hands didn't stop moving, everyone could tell that she was giving a live lesson.

"This is the key to creating that 'artificial Valsava sinus.' Here, the artificial blood vessel needs to be pulled outwards slightly to allow space for the valve to open. If you suture it straight as you previously thought, the leaflet will tear after three months."

Williams had completely forgotten about maintaining a noble demeanor. He wanted to bury his head in his chest, staring greedily at every stitch Ye Zhen made, muttering incessantly, "God... this is magic... this is Eastern magic..."

Although Vice Minister Li couldn't understand the complex techniques, he could understand the old foreigner's expression.

Sir Williams, who used to be arrogant and wouldn't even give a second glance to Chinese doctors, is now as docile as a little quail waiting to be fed. His eyes are filled with nothing but worship and a kind of fanatical "If I hear the Way in the morning, I can die content in the evening" mentality.

Vice Minister Li let out a long sigh of relief, his hand trembling slightly as he gripped the glass window.

He knew things were settled.

This surgery not only removed the root cause of Zhao Lanlan's illness, but also exposed the arrogance and prejudice of the Western medical community towards China!

An hour later.

With the last stitch completed, Ye Zhen cut the thread and deftly removed the hemostat.

"Rewarm, open the ascending aorta."

Everyone's heart was in their throat.