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

The laughter from the other end of the phone seeped into Ye Zhen's ears through the small hole in the receiver.

"Deal with?" Ye Zhen's voice cooled even faster than the soup on the table. "How should we deal with it? Like with Zhao Tiancheng, make him go to the medical records room to copy books, or just make him disappear from Beicheng?"

Gu Zheng chuckled softly: "If you agree, the second method is even faster."

madman.

Ye Zhen gripped the microphone so tightly that her knuckles turned white. This man could always speak the most bloody words in the most nonchalant tone.

"No need." She spoke slowly and deliberately, her voice as cold as the blade of a scalpel. "Commander Gu, I've said it before, my affairs are none of your concern. I don't even care about a dog that only barks. Instead of wasting your time meddling in my business, you should think about how to explain the issue of 'asexual reproduction' to your grandfather."

After saying that, she slammed the phone down without giving the other party any chance to react.

In the room, only the "beep beep" of the busy tone from the black telephone remained.

Ye Zhen took a deep breath, forcing herself to calm down. She picked up the bowl of soup and drank it all in one gulp. The slight sweetness of the licorice and the delicate fragrance of the poria cocos did indeed calm down the anger that had been stirred up.

This man is a master at alternating between slapping someone and giving them a piece of candy.

The next day, when Ye Zhen walked into the surgical office, the atmosphere in the entire department changed.

Those once disdainful or envious glances now hold only awe and a barely perceptible fear. Her desk is spotless, and the thermos is always full. Even the former aloof head nurse now greets her with a nod and a "Dr. Ye."

This "Specially Appointed Expert" plaque is more useful than anything else.

Ye Zhen ignored this; in her life motto, only strength was the only passport.

She had just changed into her white coat and picked up a medical record when the office door was suddenly flung open from the outside.

"Quick! Quick! They've been brought in from the emergency room! Car accident! They're dying!" A young nurse rushed in, breathless, her face covered in blood.

Everyone in the office stood up at once.

"What's going on?" the department head asked as he rushed out.

"Ruptured spleen! Massive hemorrhage! Open head injury! Blood pressure undetectable!"

This is a fatal combination of injuries. A ruptured spleen leads to hemorrhagic shock, and the traumatic brain injury precludes the use of conventional vasopressors, as this would worsen the intracranial hemorrhage. It's a vicious cycle.

"Prepare blood! Emergency blood preparation! Notify the operating room! Quickly!" The department head's voice had changed.

Dean Zhou also rushed over upon hearing the news, his face ashen. When he saw the man on the stretcher, covered in blood and with almost no vital signs, his legs went weak.

"The blood bank is running low on type O blood! It will take at least half an hour to prepare!"

"His heart stopped!"

"Prepare for electric shock!"

Outside the operating room, chaos reigned. Several senior specialists stood around the CT scan, shaking their heads repeatedly.

"It's hopeless. It's impossible to perform abdominal surgery to stop the bleeding and craniotomy to decompress the brain at the same time. The patient won't survive until either surgery is completed."

"Even if a god came, he couldn't be saved."

An atmosphere of despair hung over everyone like a dark cloud.

Just then, as if suddenly remembering something, Dean Zhou pushed through the crowd and rushed to Ye Zhen, who was standing calmly watching everything from the side, grabbing her arm. His hand was trembling, and his voice carried a last glimmer of hope.

"Xiao Ye! Expert Ye! You...you come and take a look!"

All eyes instantly focused on this excessively young "expert".

Ye Zhen didn't speak. She took the brain CT scan from an old expert, glanced at it, and then quickly walked to the stretcher. She reached out to check the patient's carotid pulse and then lifted his eyelids to look at his pupils.

Her movements were quick, precise, and steady, without a single unnecessary action.

"Autologous blood transfusion is too late; the blood from the spleen has already contaminated the abdominal cavity." She began, her voice eerily calm, as if stating a fact unrelated to herself. "With conventional craniotomy, the patient will die from hemorrhagic shock. With conventional laparotomy, the patient will die from brain herniation."

Her words were tantamount to a death sentence for the patient, exactly the same conclusion as all the senior experts.

A suppressed sigh rose from the surroundings.

Dean Zhou's face turned completely ashen.

However, Ye Zhen's next words froze the air in the entire corridor.

"But," she raised her eyes, her clear pupils gleaming with an almost insane confidence, "we can make two openings."

"What?" The department head thought he had misheard.

"The abdomen is treated with 'damage control surgery.' First, gauze is used to pack and compress to stop the bleeding, and the spleen is not removed temporarily. The abdomen is then closed. Then, a 'retrograde decompression craniotomy' is immediately performed, which involves puncturing the neck to release intracranial pressure. The two surgeries must be completed alternately within forty minutes."

Every word she uttered was like a bomb, exploding in everyone's minds.

Damage control?

Reverse pressure reduction?

They'd never even heard of these words! It was utterly unbelievable!

"Nonsense!" An elderly, white-haired expert exclaimed angrily, his beard bristling and eyes wide. "This is utterly playing with patients' lives! This procedure isn't even in the textbooks!"

"It's in my textbook," Ye Zhen replied casually.

She was referring to the latest theories on battlefield trauma first aid in Schwarz's Principles of Surgery.

"You..." The old expert was speechless, choked by her words.

"Dean Zhou," Ye Zhen ignored everyone else and looked directly at Dean Zhou with an unquestionable authority in her eyes, "His splenic artery trunk was ruptured, not the spleen parenchyma was shattered. Packing to stop the bleeding is effective. His intracranial hemorrhage point is in the tentorium cerebelli. Retrograde surgery to reduce the pressure on the falx cerebri and tentorium cerebri can buy at least twenty minutes for craniotomy."

She analyzed the situation calmly, and every judgment she made was extremely accurate.

"I need two teams, one for abdominal surgery and one for craniotomy. I'll be the lead surgeon, and you'll assist. Now, immediately."

There was no request; it was a command.

At this moment, she was no longer a newcomer, but a queen reigning over the world.

As Dean Zhou looked into her eyes, into the flames burning within them—flames powerful enough to make the impossible possible—he felt as if his heart had been gripped tightly.

He took the gamble.

The entire hospital was staked on this girl in her early twenties!

"Fine!" he practically roared. "Do as Dr. Ye says! Everyone, get into the operating room immediately! Anyone who dares to disobey will be dismissed on the spot and kicked out of the military hospital!"

The red light in the operating room suddenly turned on.

Five hours later, the lights went out.

Ye Zhen dragged her leaden legs out, took off her mask, and her face was completely bloodless.

Dean Zhou and everyone waiting outside immediately surrounded them.

"How is it?"

Ye Zhen leaned against the wall, took a breath, her voice hoarse but incredibly clear.

"His life has been saved."

boom!

Thunderous applause and cheers erupted in the corridor. Everyone looked at her as if she were a god; even the old experts who had previously questioned her were now filled with shame and shock.

Dean Zhou was so moved that tears streamed down his face. He held Ye Zhen's hand, his lips trembling, unable to utter a complete sentence for a long time.

"Well done... Xiao Ye, you... you saved us all..."

Ye Zhen withdrew her hand and shook her head: "The patient is still in critical condition and needs 24-hour monitoring in the ICU."

After she finished giving her instructions, she was about to leave when Dean Zhou suddenly grabbed her, pulled her to a corner, and lowered his voice, which trembled like a leaf falling in the autumn wind.

"Xiao Ye, there's something... I have to tell you now." He leaned close to her ear and spoke slowly and deliberately, in a voice only the two of them could hear.

"This patient... is the head of the discipline inspection team sent by the Capital Military Commission to inspect the military equipment and finances of the Beicheng Military Region."