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

The chief engineer of the provincial No. 1 Construction Company was named Gao Changzheng. A dark-skinned, thin man in his fifties, he had participated in the Third Front construction with the engineering corps in his early years, and had dug countless tunnels in the deep mountains and forests of Southwest China. After being demobilized, he joined the provincial construction company, and in his life, he had seen more blueprints than he had eaten salt.

Before he arrived, the head office leaders repeatedly emphasized that this was a key project of concern to the Ministry of Health. He had assumed he would be dealing with an elderly, white-haired hospital director or the head of the hospital's infrastructure department. Unexpectedly, the person in charge was this stunningly beautiful, twenty-something Dr. Ye.

Dr. Ye's medical skills are superb; even Vice Minister Li praised her. But is wielding a scalpel the same as wielding a trowel? What does a surgeon know about load-bearing walls? What does he know about foundation settlement? Letting such a delicate young woman handle the handover of architectural drawings—Gao Changzheng scoffed inwardly. This was pure amateur instructing professional; utter nonsense.

"Dr. Ye, it's an honor to meet you." Gao Changzheng extended his rough, sandpaper-like hand and gave a perfunctory shake before getting straight to the point. "The foundation has already been marked out. You can trust our provincial construction company; as long as the sand, gravel, and cement arrive, we'll definitely have this building erected within six months. However, let me be clear: hospital buildings have many strict rules regarding their layout. You laymen had better not give any unsolicited instructions, lest you mess up the load-bearing structure and cause a major accident. I, Old Gao, can't afford to take that responsibility."

These words were barbed and pointed, carrying a strong sense of warning.

Ye Zhen's expression remained unchanged. She didn't take this attitude to heart at all. In a professional field, reasoning with words is the least efficient approach. She turned directly to Ma Zhigang, who had followed her: "Old Ma, the blueprints."

Ma Zhigang quickly unzipped the black leather bag and took out a thick kraft paper cylinder. He pulled out the blueprints inside and spread them out completely on the wide hood of the jeep with a "whoosh." He weighed down the four corners with a lighter and bricks.

"Chief Engineer Gao, this is our preliminary internal structure drawing." Ye Zhen's voice was cool and clear. "I don't care about the exterior facade and overall framework; that's your forte. But the six floors inside this building must be constructed strictly according to this drawing. The dimensional error cannot exceed two millimeters."

Gao Changzheng, who was initially looking impatient, almost burst out laughing when he heard the words "two millimeters of error." Was building a skyscraper some kind of embroidery?

He casually pulled out his reading glasses from his pocket, put them on his nose, and looked down at the screen with a nonchalant air.

With just one glance, the tea stick that Gao Changzheng was chewing fell onto the hood of the engine with a thud.

The draft drawings were indeed extremely professional architectural drawings. The arrangement of load-bearing columns, the distribution of shear walls, and the reinforcement ratio of cantilever beams were all clearly visible, obviously the work of a highly skilled professional. Gao Changzheng looked up at Ma Zhigang.

But that wasn't what shocked him.

What truly sent chills down his spine were the dense red and blue pencil annotations covering the draft. These lines and numbers divided the interior space of the entire building into a structure as precise as an anatomical diagram of the human body.

Ye Zhen stretched out her slender fingers and pointed to the red bolded area on the first-floor floor plan.

"This floor is the intensive care catheterization lab. The core machine room needs to house a German-imported C-arm X-ray angiography machine. This machine, including its tracks, weighs over five tons." Ye Zhen pointed to the red load-bearing parameters. "Traditional floor slabs cannot withstand this weight. If even a millimeter of resonance occurs during operation, the X-ray image will be blurred. Therefore, the foundation here must be reinforced with independent earthquake-resistant piles, and the ground must be poured with double-layer steel mesh, absolutely level, with an error requirement of two decimal places."

The disdain on Gao Changzheng's face vanished completely. He pushed his reading glasses up, his face almost touching the blueprint.

Ye Zhen's finger continued to move towards the wall, landing on two parallel blue lines.

"The imaging machine emits strong radiation. Ordinary red bricks cannot be used for the four walls, ceiling, and floor. Here, a six-centimeter gap must be left between the double-layered load-bearing walls, filled with radiation-shielding lead blocks. All doors and windows must be custom-made explosion-proof isolation doors with built-in two-millimeter lead plates. If even a single ray leaks into the corridor, nurses passing by are at risk of developing leukemia. Therefore, you need to provide a separate construction plan for the sealing process at the junctions."

Gao Changzheng gasped. He had built outpatient buildings for ordinary hospitals before, and if the blueprints hadn't been so clearly marked, building them using conventional methods would have caused a huge disaster.

Ye Zhen spoke quickly, without uttering a single wasted word, displaying the decisiveness characteristic of a chief surgeon.

"The top floor houses three Class 100 laminar flow clean operating rooms. To prevent infection, positive pressure ventilation is essential. Sterile, cold air is blown down from the central vent in the ceiling, with return air vents installed in the corners of the walls. This independent exhaust system requires a huge amount of space for wiring." Ye Zhen turned to the second page of the cross-sectional diagram. "Old Ma designed a double-layered ceiling and noise-reducing, vibration-damping supports here. All medical waste gas and liquids travel through red pipelines directly to the underground septic tank. When you poured the pipe shafts, the pipe diameter was strictly in accordance with the approved specifications; even an inch narrower and the equipment wouldn't fit."

Cold sweat trickled down Gao Changzheng's forehead and temples.

He stared intently at the blueprints, speechless for a long time. This wasn't just an architectural blueprint; it was clearly a battle map outlining life and death! Even the airflow from the ventilation ducts would carry bacteria to which direction, and the materials in the wall cavities would affect the accuracy of which instruments—everything was considered clearly and precisely.

A surgeon is directing a cold, lifeless concrete building as if it were an extremely complex open-chest surgery. Blood vessels, nerves, and trachea are transformed into cables, pipes, and corridors on this blueprint.

"Dr. Ye..." Gao Changzheng swallowed hard, his voice filled with utmost respect, even his form of address had changed, "This work... is too meticulous. I've traveled all over the country for decades, and I've never seen a building constructed with such care. Your attention to detail is like a needle's point. Don't worry! I'll take these blueprints back and treat them like royalty; I'll personally oversee every single data point and ensure everything is in order!"

Ye Zhen withdrew her hand, her tone softening slightly: "I don't understand engineering matters, so I'll leave that to you. All I need to do is ensure that the houses I ultimately hand over will prevent any non-medical accidents from happening to the patients inside."

Hearing this, Ma Zhigang felt a surge of emotion, his hands clenching into fists. A pure technician, he deeply admired people like Ye Zhen who meticulously refined every detail in their field. This wasn't just about building a building; it was about raising the bar for the entire industry!

Gu Zheng stepped forward, stuffed a pack of unopened Zhonghua cigarettes into Gao Changzheng's military green work uniform pocket, and patted him on the shoulder.

"Chief Engineer Gao, the schedule is tight and the task is heavy. My wife has a straightforward temper and can't tolerate any mistakes. This building is our lifeline, and all logistical support is on my shoulders. This noon, I had the main hospital canteen slaughter two pigs to give the construction team a special meal. Eat as much meat as you want. But..." Gu Zheng's narrow eyes narrowed slightly, "If any mistakes are made while working, I don't care if you're on provincial payrolls or not, I'll bring my troops and tear your bulldozers up."

This combination of kindness and severity completely won over Gao Changzheng, who had dealt with all sorts of shady characters for years. He nodded repeatedly in agreement, carefully and neatly re-rolling the blueprint and stuffing it into the brown paper tube. After saying goodbye, he and several technicians wearing hard hats hurried back to the construction site's foundation pit to hold an on-site mobilization meeting.

After resolving the issues at the intervention center, Ma Zhigang wrung his hands together, pacing anxiously.

He glanced at the small roll of blueprints he had just taken from the black leather bag, his mind still replaying Ye Zhen's composed and commanding presence. He had originally thought that drawing a blueprint for a stone arch bridge for Black Mountain Village would be enough to repay Gu Zheng's life-saving grace. But now, seeing Ye Zhen's desperate efforts to treat and save lives, his inner engineer was completely ignited.

No, that bridge is deep in the mountains and forests, with complex hydrological conditions. If we leave it to those village cadres in Heishan Village who only know how to smash stones and ram earth to figure it out, and they mess up his carefully designed load-bearing angle, it could collapse and cost more than a dozen lives.

Ma Zhigang gritted his teeth, rolled up the blueprints in his hand into a tube, and slammed it heavily onto his thigh.

"Old Gu! Sister-in-law!" Ma Zhigang shouted, stopping the two who were about to return to the clinic.

His eyes were red, and his chest pounded loudly: "I've made up my mind! I can't just go back to the provincial capital like this. I designed that bridge; it's like my own son. Hundreds of people in Dahe Village and Heishan Village depend on it to transport stones and to send their children to school. I must go back and supervise the construction myself! Piling, arch building, stone laying—I must personally oversee every step. I absolutely cannot allow this bridge to have the slightest mishap!"

Gu Zheng raised an eyebrow and looked him up and down.

Before Gu Zheng could speak, Ma Zhigang hurriedly turned to the direction where Zhou Hai had just been standing: "Where is Dean Zhou's office? I'll go borrow a phone right now! I need to ask that old man at our provincial institute for a month's leave. He has to approve it, even if he docks all my salary, I'm going to build this bridge!"

After saying that, Ma Zhigang, clutching his briefcase, rushed towards the old office building without looking back, his back view resembling that of a soldier ready to charge into battle.