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Li Changqing and Zhang Wenyuan, the editors-in-chief and deputy editors-in-chief of several top domestic medical journals, rushed breathlessly to the door of the special consultation room on the first floor.

The white-painted wooden door to the special consultation room was tightly closed. Three steps outside, a long bench lay across the room. Gu Zheng, dressed in a crisp military uniform but without a cap, sat casually in the middle. His hands rested on his knees, and his sharp eyes, like those of a hawk, swept coldly over the group of old intellectuals who were usually lauded in academia.

Behind him, his bodyguard, Xiao Wang, stood like an iron tower, a pistol tucked into his waistband, his face dark.

"Gentlemen, this is a special consultation room, not a marketplace." Gu Zheng didn't even move his seat, his deep voice carrying the menacing aura of someone who had rolled through piles of corpses on the front lines. "They're conducting follow-up examinations for critically ill patients inside. Anyone who dares to breathe loudly here and disturb the attending physician, I don't care if you're an editor-in-chief or a leading authority, I'll have the guards throw you and your bag out of the military compound. Understand?"

Li Changqing slammed on the brakes, his black leather shoes screeching on the terrazzo floor. Zhang Wenyuan, standing behind him, nearly bumped into his back.

These old intellectuals, who were usually treated with utmost respect by hospital directors from all over the country, had never seen such a scene of thugs and soldiers. But when they saw the military rank on Gu Zheng's shoulder and the words "Ye Zhen Specialist Clinic" on the door, they swallowed all the shouts that were about to come out.

Li Changqing quickly straightened his crooked tie, tiptoed forward a couple of steps, and forced a fawning smile onto his face.

"Sir, we know the rules. Saving lives is of paramount importance! We won't make a fuss and will wait here for Dr. Ye to finish get off work." The voice was kept extremely low, as if afraid of disturbing the living deity inside.

Not to be outdone, Zhang Wenyuan took out a handkerchief to wipe his sweat, and obediently stood against the wall as punishment, standing straighter than a primary school student.

This scene left all the doctors and nurses from the main hospital who were passing by speechless.

It lasted a full three hours.

They were stuck there from 9 a.m. to 12:30 p.m. None of the editors-in-chief dared to eat or drink anything in the corridor. The 37 senior experts, including Gao Haiping and Liu Jianmin, who had finished their training, also crowded into the corridor, staring blankly at the editors-in-chief.

A soft "click" sounded. The doorknob turned.

The spines of dozens of people in the corridor tensed instantly, and dozens of pairs of eyes fixed on the wooden door.

As soon as the door opened, Ye Zhen walked out, rubbing her aching neck. She was still wearing her white coat, and when she looked up, she was met with the spectacular sight of the huge crowd outside.

Gu Zheng immediately stood up to greet her, naturally taking the medical record folder from her hand, his voice softening instantly: "You must be exhausted? The cafeteria left some hot food; should I have someone bring it to your office?"

Ye Zhen shook her head, her gaze passing over Gu Zheng's broad shoulders and landing on the group of editors whose eyes were red. Gao Haiping quickly squeezed out of the crowd, clutching the brown paper bag containing the manuscript tightly in his arms.

"Dr. Ye! Let me introduce you. This is Editor-in-Chief Li of the *Chinese Journal of Surgery*, and this is Deputy Editor-in-Chief Zhang of *Peking Union Medical College Journal*..." Gao Haiping spoke rapidly, afraid of wasting a second. "They received the call and rushed over overnight, buying standing tickets and riding jeeps from all over! They're all here for your manuscript!"

Li Changqing rushed forward and hurriedly pulled out his work ID with a large red stamp and handed it over.

"Dr. Ye! I've heard so much about you! I'm Li Changqing! To make a long story short, the *Chinese Journal of Surgery* is dedicating a full sixty pages to a special issue just for you! We won't charge a single penny for the publication, and the cover will feature your headline in large print! Just give us your approval, and next month this article will be on the desks of every head of surgery in every major hospital across the country!"

Zhang Wenyuan's eyes were bloodshot with anxiety. He shoved Li Changqing aside and shouted, "Dr. Ye! Not only is *Peking Union Medical College Journal* publishing a special issue, but the publishing house is also allocating special funds to print 50,000 copies of a single volume, which will be distributed free of charge to all grassroots doctors across the country! The highest commission rate for commissioned articles is 150 yuan per thousand words!"

The heads of the other journals, not to be outdone, shouted out incredibly generous offers. The corridor instantly erupted in excitement, the air thick with the smell of gunpowder from fierce competition.

Dozens of eyes were fixed on Ye Zhen, waiting for this young medical queen to make a decision.

Ye Zhen didn't take the work permits. She calmly looked at the group of red-faced old experts, then put her hands into the pockets of her white coat.

"The conditions are all very tempting." Her clear voice rang out, and the corridor fell silent.

"But I wrote this paper not to earn that 150 yuan per thousand words, nor to have my name printed on the cover." Ye Zhen stared at Li Changqing and Zhang Wenyuan, her words resounding, "I want it to become a scalpel, a scalpel handed to every surgeon in China."

She took a step forward, exuding an aura of uncompromising dominance.

"I have three conditions for granting you the first publication rights. Whoever agrees to them gets the article today."

The editors didn't dare to breathe loudly, and they all pulled out their pens and notebooks.

"First, the entire 53,000-word document must not have a single punctuation mark changed! All the formulas and postoperative medications inside are based on real experience and must be printed verbatim."

"Secondly, those dozen or so high-precision anatomical diagrams and surgical routes must all be printed in full color on the best coated paper, one page at a time. Even if the cost increases tenfold, they must be printed crystal clear! If any doctor in any of the hospitals misreads the incision because of your blurry printing, I will hold you responsible for that loss of life."

Ye Zhen paused here. Her gaze swept past the well-dressed city editors, as if looking at the impoverished rural areas that couldn't even afford operating lights.

"Third," Ye Zhen emphasized, "this special issue must be priced at rock bottom! So cheap that even barefoot doctors in the mountains can afford it! I want you not only to get it onto the desks of experts in major provincial and municipal hospitals, but also to distribute it to the most medically and militarily scarce areas in the Northwest and Southwest! I want all surgeons in China, when they encounter children with this type of heart defect, to know that there are ways to save them, and no longer to watch helplessly as children die because of outdated technology!"

Once the conditions were stated, the corridor fell silent.

No one mentioned payment for the article anymore, let alone the cover photo. The old editors looked at the young female doctor in her early twenties, their eyes devoid of any mercenary calculation, leaving only deep shock.

In an era where everyone is scrambling to exchange academic papers for professional titles, status, and opportunities to go abroad, Ye Zhen holds a super weapon that could smash the international medical community to its core, yet her mind is entirely focused on the lowest-level patients and grassroots barefoot doctors in China!

Great physicians possess profound medical skills and integrity.

Li Changqing stared blankly at Ye Zhen, tears welling up in his worn-out old eyes. He suddenly straightened his spine, which had been hunched over for half his life, and slammed his briefcase shut.

"Dr. Ye!" Li Changqing's voice trembled slightly, yet it was louder than anyone else's. "The *Chinese Journal of Surgery* will accept all three of your conditions! No need for coated paper; I'll personally go to the publishing bureau to get the highest quality imported specialty paper for printing! Rest assured about the price; our journal won't make a single penny of profit, we'll print it at a loss! If 50,000 copies aren't enough, we'll print 100,000! Next month, I guarantee this paper will be displayed in every operating room across China!"

Zhang Wenyuan, his eyes red-rimmed, silently took a half-step back. He understood that *Peking Union Medical College Hospital*'s distribution channels couldn't reach that level; Old Li had won this battle. Losing to such a noble cause, he accepted it!

Gao Haiping stepped forward and solemnly placed the heavy brown paper bag into Li Changqing's hands.

"Old Li, we're entrusting this to you! If even a single word is printed incorrectly, we thirty-seven old bones will risk our lives to smash up your editorial department!" Gao Haiping's eyes were filled with tears, and his voice was hard.

"As long as I live, I will keep the manuscript! Even if I lose my job, I will never change a single word!" Li Changqing held the paper bag tightly, bowed deeply to Ye Zhen, and gave a ninety-degree bow.