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

The red light above the operating room finally went out.

The suffocating silence in the corridor was instantly shattered, like a taut string suddenly snapping open, leaving a buzzing aftershock.

The heavy antibacterial door slid open slowly, accompanied by a hissing sound of air pressure being released, and a smell mixed with disinfectant and cold air rushed out.

Ye Zhen was the first to come out.

She took off her light blue mask and casually held it between her fingers. Wearing it for so long had left two faint red marks on her fair cheeks.

She looked tired, a kind of tiredness that couldn't be recovered by a good night's sleep, but rather a result of being completely drained of energy and vitality.

But to everyone in the corridor, Ye Zhen at this moment was breathtakingly beautiful.

"Dr. Ye... Dr. Ye..."

The Zhao Gang couple, who had been standing guard at the door without daring to sit down, suddenly rushed forward.

Zhao Gang, a tough guy who sheds blood but not tears on the battlefield, was now trembling, unable to utter a complete sentence for a long time. His eyes were fixed on Ye Zhen's face, as if he were waiting for the final verdict.

Vice Minister Li of the Ministry of Health also rushed over, but he didn't dare to ask Ye Zhen directly. Instead, he turned his gaze to Sir Williams, who was following closely behind.

The old man from England seemed to have lost his soul; his blue eyes were unfocused, his steps were unsteady, and he was muttering something unintelligible.

broken.

Vice Minister Li's heart skipped a beat, and he felt a chill run down his spine.

Judging from the foreign expert's appearance, he figured the surgery had probably been botched. And rightly so; how could this young girl possibly have managed to pull off a procedure that wasn't even written in any foreign textbooks? That was Marfan syndrome, a disease that was practically a death sentence.

Vice Minister Li felt a bitter taste in his throat, and countless thoughts flashed through his mind: how to appease the family, how to minimize the diplomatic impact, and how to protect Ye Zhen from a backlash from public opinion...

He took a deep breath, suppressing the disappointment in his heart, and quickly stepped forward to support the swaying Williams, his tone heavy with sorrow and sincerity:

"Sir, although the result may not be what we hoped for, we have all seen your efforts. Medicine is, by its very nature, a science full of regrets..."

After being helped up by Vice Minister Li, Williams finally came to his senses.

He stared blankly at the Chinese official in front of him, who was filled with grief, and then at Liu Xiumei, Zhao's mother, whose face had turned deathly pale.

"Regret?"

Williams blinked, and the dazed look in his deep blue eyes was instantly replaced by a fervent flame.

He suddenly grabbed Vice Minister Li's hand from behind.

"No! No regrets!"

The old jazz musician's voice was hoarse from shouting, like a child eating meat for the first time:

"Miracle! It is a miracle!"

Vice Minister Li was so shaken he almost fell apart, his mind blank for a moment: "Wh...what?"

At this moment, Ye Zhen had already walked up to Zhao Gang and his wife.

She ignored the misunderstanding and simply rubbed her stiff neck, speaking in a flat tone as if she had just eaten at the cafeteria.

"It's fixed."

Those three simple words were like a thunderbolt, striking Zhao Gang and his wife to their knees.

The three simple words shocked Zhao Gang and his wife so much that they swayed on the spot.

Ye Zhen glanced at the couple who were still confused, and added with a touch of aloofness, "All the broken parts have been replaced, and it seems to be working fine for now. As long as she doesn't cause any more trouble, it should last forty years or more without any problems."

"Wow--"

Liu Xiumei's body went limp, and she collapsed after only managing a half-uttered sob. Fortunately, Zhao Gang reacted quickly and caught his wife. This tough man, who had risked his life for most of his life, also shed tears at this moment.

"Alright, stop howling, you're disturbing the patient."

Gu Zheng walked over at some point.

His tall figure stood like a wall, blocking Ye Zhen from the surrounding noise and potential intrusion from family members.

He didn't say anything mushy; he simply unscrewed the military water bottle in his hand and held it to Ye Zhen's lips.

The water was warm, and brown sugar was added.

Ye Zhen took two sips from his hand, finally relieving her dry throat. She looked up at Gu Zheng, who was looking down at her. His eyes, which usually held a roguish air, were now as deep and unfathomable as a still pool.

"Are your hands tired?" he asked.

"It's alright," Ye Zhen said, flexing her wrists. "Just a little tired."

"Let's go home and rest." Gu Zheng smiled and reached out to tidy up the stray hairs by her ear.

Just as the couple were being so affectionate that it made everyone envious, Sir Williams, who was standing nearby, finally composed himself.

He straightened his crisp collar and glanced at the People's Daily reporter who was standing not far away, having already set up his camera and now holding up his flash, looking bewildered.

It's a sense of ritual ingrained in the very bones of the British aristocracy.

"Mr. Reporter."

Williams waved, signaling the reporters to come over.

The translator quickly caught up, sweating profusely as he prepared to translate.

Williams pulled the surgical record from his pocket and held it high as if he were holding the Bible.

The spotlight went off with a loud "bang," and white smoke billowed up.

Bathed in the blinding white light, this elderly man, a leading authority in British cardiac surgery, faced the camera with an almost reverent expression:

"I, Charles Williams, Fellow of the Royal College of Surgeons, declare here today…"

(I, Charles Williams, in my capacity as a Fellow of the Royal College of Surgeons, hereby declare...)

The translator's voice trembled as he realized he was relaying words that would be recorded in history:

"A completely new and perfect aortic root replacement technique has been born today, in China, under Dr. Ye's scalpel."

The corridor fell silent.

Even Liu Xiumei, who had been sobbing softly just moments before, held her breath.

Williams turned around, his gaze sweeping over the crowd and landing on Ye Zhen, who was drinking brown sugar water. His eyes were incredibly complex, filled with jealousy and disappointment, but above all, a pure submission to the powerful.

"This procedure preserves the patient's own valves and reconstructs the sinus vascular region using extremely ingenious geometric cutting. It has solved the anticoagulation problem that has plagued cardiac surgeons worldwide for twenty years."

Williams took a deep breath, his loud voice echoing down the corridor:

"Following the conventions of the medical community, I propose that this procedure be formally named 'Ye-Procedure'."

"This is the highest respect to the Hand of God."

boom!

These words were like a depth charge, completely stunning everyone present.

Vice Minister Li's hand trembled violently, almost tearing his glasses off.

He abruptly turned to the translator, his eyes bloodshot: "What...what did he say? Say it again? What surgery?"

The translator swallowed hard, feeling like his throat was on fire.

"The minister...the sir said, let's name it 'Yeh's Procedure.' From now on, any doctor in the world who uses this technique will have to call it 'Yeh's Procedure.'"

What is the status of the Chinese medical community in this era?

Those were students who could only follow behind the West, picking up bread crumbs to eat!

All the textbooks, all the surgical procedures, all the drug names—they're all just strings of tongue-tied English names. Tetralogy of Fallot, Bental procedure…

When did Chinese people have names?

Not to mention that it was proposed willingly, even with a hint of flattery, by a British Royal Academician!

This is not just a name.

This is like planting a Chinese flag on the map of world medicine!

Vice Minister Li, his hands trembling, pulled a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, shook it for a long time but couldn't get it out, and finally just crushed the cigarette pack in his hand.

The way he looked at Ye Zhen completely changed.

Before today, Ye Zhen was, in his eyes, a "capable medical talent who could be handled on a case-by-case basis."

So now, the moment that name was called out, Ye Zhen had already been upgraded to a "strategic nuclear weapon" in his mind.

This is the kind of person who can sit at the negotiating table with foreigners and set the rules by banging on the table!

"Quick! Quick!" Vice Minister Li grabbed his secretary by the collar, so excited he was almost incoherent. "To the confidential room! Get me the red plane! I need to report directly to the higher-ups! This is a major breakthrough! This is an unprecedented and joyous occasion, this is a testament to national prestige!"

The secretary was so choked that her eyes rolled back, and she scrambled away.

Just as the entire audience was in an uproar and Vice Minister Li was practically begging to erect a longevity tablet for Ye Zhen, Ye Zhen, at the center of the storm, seemed rather uninterested.

She handed the empty water bottle to Gu Zheng, her gaze sweeping over Williams's equipment case before she frowned slightly.

"Tsk."

Ye Zhen clicked her tongue in disappointment and whispered to Gu Zheng:

"What a pity, I was so comfortable sewing just now that I didn't want to use my best scissors. If I had known that foreigners would be so easy to talk to, I should have just 'ruined' those scissors and that gold-plated needle holder too."

Gu Zheng chuckled softly, his chest heaving.

He put his arm around his wife's shoulder, shielding her from the almost frenzied stares of those around them, his tone full of indulgence and pride:

"No rush."

A wicked smile curled at the corner of the man's lips:

"We've already delivered them to our doorstep, how can we let them leave unscathed? This is just the first blow; we... have plenty of time ahead of us."

Ye Zhen's eyes lit up upon hearing this.

The couple exchanged a glance, both seeing in each other a tacit understanding called "taking advantage of the rich."

Sir Williams, who was not far away, suddenly shivered.

A chill ran through him, as if he were being watched by a pack of wolves, but as he looked at Ye Zhen's retreating figure, he immediately banished the chill from his mind.

As long as he can learn this "Ye's Surgery", he'd be happy to take not only a few pairs of scissors, but even dismantle that extracorporeal circulation machine and sell it as scrap metal!

"Dr. Ye! Wait for me!"

The old knight, holding up the corner of his coat, chased after him like a devout young apprentice.

……

That night, an urgent, top-secret internal report was delivered to Zhongnanhai overnight.

At the same time, the Western medical community across the ocean will also experience an unprecedented earthquake because of this Eastern name.