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

Twenty minutes later.

A military Mi-8 helicopter painted in camouflage roared through the night and headed straight for the mountainous region of northern Hebei.

On the field hospital's helipad, huge propellers whipped up a fierce wind, making the tents flutter and snow dance in the air.

The hatch had barely slid open a crack when a slender figure jumped out.

Ye Zhen was wearing a large military overcoat and carrying a silver surgical case tightly in her hand.

The wind and snow tousled her hair, but they couldn't dispel the imposing aura emanating from her. Her gaze was even colder than the wind and snow outside.

Gu Zheng stood in the wind, watching the woman running towards him, and his eyes suddenly welled up with tears.

He strode forward and grabbed her icy hand, his fingertips trembling.

"How are you?" Ye Zhen didn't exchange pleasantries; her first question was about the injury.

"Still holding on, clinging to life." Gu Zheng's voice was hoarse.

Ye Zhen nodded, without hugging or saying anything, only glancing at the blood-soaked bandage on Gu Zheng's arm, then gripping his palm tightly before pulling her hand away and rushing towards the operating room without looking back.

That was her battlefield.

The operating room door was pushed open.

A gust of cold wind swept in, startling the doctors who were sweating profusely and on edge.

Ignoring the gazes of the crowd, Ye Zhen walked straight to the X-ray light, squinted at the despairing X-ray, and then looked down at the lifeless face on the operating table.

She reached out and gently placed her fingertips on the stone's carotid artery.

It's faint, but it's still beating.

Ye Zhen took off her military overcoat and tossed it aside, revealing a thin shirt underneath. As she opened her surgical kit, she issued commands in that emotionless voice characteristic of someone on the operating table:

"Get ready to scrub your hands."

"Establish a central venous access and prepare 2000cc of blood."

"Defibrillator is charging and ready for use."

"All unauthorized personnel, step back! Assistant doctor, stay here. Anesthesiologist, prepare the vasopressors. Follow my commands!"

Dean Wang hesitated, his face filled with anxiety: "Dr. Ye, this location is a no-go zone! Without specially made vascular clamps, if there's massive bleeding, it'll be like a high-pressure water gun..."

"I'll take this strike."

Ye Zhen glanced at him, and the confidence and pressure in her eyes shut the old dean down from saying anything more.

She walked to the operating table and looked down at the unconscious Shi Tou.

The boy's face was as white as paper, his lips were chapped, and only his eyes and brows still held a stubborn refusal to admit defeat.

Ye Zhen felt as if she had been stabbed hard by a needle.

She leaned down and whispered in a voice only the two of them could hear:

"Hey kid, don't be scared, I'm here. You haven't even earned enough for a bowl of noodles for the family yet, and you're already trying to slack off?"

"Beep—beep beep—"

The previously faint curve on the monitor suddenly fluctuated violently.

As if hearing the call of loved ones, that tenacious heart roared with the will to survive once more.

……

At the end of the corridor, Wang Bojian, the commander of the military region, jogged up, followed by a group of veteran generals who were shining stars in the military.

This iron-blooded general, who could frighten the enemy with a single glare on the battlefield, now had his hat askew, his top button undone, and his head covered in white sweat.

He saw Gu Zheng.

The "living Yama," who usually made a huge fuss during the all-army skills competition and dared to bang on the table in his office demanding equipment, was now squatting on the cement floor outside the operating room like an old wolf whose spine had been removed.

Gu Zheng was covered in mud, his training uniform was torn to shreds by tree branches, and he had an unlit cigarette between his fingers, the butt of which had been crushed to pieces.

Beside him, Li Yunlong, the commander of the Blue Army, paced back and forth like a trapped beast, polishing the floor tiles until they gleamed, muttering weakly, "It's my fault...it's my fault for being careless..."

"Li Yunlong, you better speak properly!" Wang Bojian abruptly stopped, staring at the Red Army commander-in-chief who was pacing like a trapped beast. "To save you, you old codger, you'd risk a child?"

Li Yunlong took a deep drag on his cigarette, burning his fingers with the butt but not letting go. This man, who had never backed down in battle, had eyes as red as a rabbit's.

"Commander, those were live ammunition. If the rocket launcher had hit me, this old man would have been reduced to ashes long ago." Li Yunlong's voice was hoarse as he pointed to the tightly closed operating room door. "That kid... he walked right into the line of fire to lure those bastards away!"

Wang Bojian's heart skipped a beat, and his gaze fell on the tightly closed operating room door. The red light on the door was glaringly red, like blood.

"Who is performing the surgery inside? Are they confident in their abilities? Do we need to bring in a specialist from Beijing?"

Wang Bojian asked.

"She's my wife. If she's not good enough, no one else will be."

"Your wife? How old can she be? Can she handle it? This is a matter of life and death. If she can't, get her to the Beijing Military Region General Hospital right away."

Gu Zheng smiled and did not stop him.

The guard dialed a number and handed the phone to Wang Bojian. "Sir, it's Zhang Guohua, the president of the General Hospital of the Military Region."

Wang Bojian grabbed the phone immediately. "Old Zhang, this is Wang Bojian. A soldier has been shot in the abdomen. It's an emergency! Send the best experts over right away!"

Zhang Guohua: "Old Wang, this situation... alright, I'll find someone right away..."

Gu Zheng walked over, pressed the speakerphone button, and said in a low voice, "Uncle Zhang, this is Gu Zheng. My wife is inside."

"Who? Ye Zhen?" Zhang Guohua's voice instantly rose eight octaves. "Little Ye is inside? Hey! Old Wang, are you kidding me? If Little Ye is there, then all the best experts in China are here! If she can't save her, it's no use for all of us old bones in the hospital to fly over there!"

"Beep—beep—"

The phone hangs up.

Wang Bojian stood there, microphone in hand, stunned, as if struck by lightning.

Gu Zheng raised his head, his bloodshot eyes looking at the commander: "Commander, did you hear that? Dean Zhang said so, so you can rest assured."

The surroundings were deathly silent, and the old generals looked at each other in bewilderment.

Gu Zheng took a deep breath, stood up, and straightened his back: "Moreover, the person lying inside is named Shi Tou. Three months ago, he was a homeless child who had to fight with stray dogs for swill outside Dongzhimen."

"That day, Ye Zhen was eating at a noodle shop with her cousin. This kid sneaked in and stole some leftover noodle soup. The owner was about to break his hand with a spoon when Ye Zhen stopped him."

She took out a dollar, slapped it on the table, and asked the owner to cook her a bowl of beef noodles with double the amount of meat.

Gu Zheng's Adam's apple bobbed violently, his voice choked with emotion: "My wife told him, 'I'm full, I want to change my way of life, to stand up like a human being.'"

"The day I brought him home, he smelled so bad that flies would die from the stench. Ye Zhen didn't mind and personally boiled water for him to bathe."

"I taught him how to shoot, how to fight, and how to be a man. This kid lived up to my expectations! I made him run five kilometers every day at five o'clock, and he ran ten kilometers; he practiced fighting until his shoulder dislocated, but he put it back in and continued to practice without uttering a sound. He said that his life was given to him by Sister Ye Zhen, and his job was given to him by the Gu family, so he couldn't be a good-for-nothing who just ate for free."

With red eyes, Gu Zheng pointed to the operating room: "I never expected that the first time this wolf cub used the skill he learned, it would be to send himself to the gates of hell."

Wang Bojian's eyes welled up with tears as he listened. He patted Gu Zheng's shoulder hard, his grip so strong it felt like he was digging into his flesh.

"Gu Zheng, you must be incredibly lucky to have married such a wonderful woman!"

"We soldiers protect the country, and your wife has protected the very foundation of our military! Without her, this kid would be a vagrant, how could he be the hero he is today? If we save him, I'll personally award him a first-class merit medal! If we can't, I'll wear mourning clothes with you and treat him like our own son!"