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

As night deepened, Gu Zheng returned to his hospital room to find the phone on the table ringing incessantly. He answered it; it was the Gu family patriarch from Beijing calling. On the other end of the line, the patriarch's voice remained steady, yet carried a hint of unwavering decisiveness.

"That's the end of the case. The higher-ups have made their decision; you shouldn't investigate any further."

Gu Zheng's fingers tightened around the receiver: "Grandpa, those people..."

"Some compromises are necessary," the old man interrupted him. "A cornered dog will jump over the wall. Besides, no matter what method you use, bring that little girl named Ye Zhen to the capital immediately to get married. Once she becomes a member of the Ye family, no one will dare to touch her."

After saying that, the call was disconnected.

Gu Zheng silently put down the receiver and looked out at the night sky. The power struggle at the top had come to an end. Ye Zhen's crisis was over. But he felt no relief whatsoever.

The next morning, the movie theater emergency incident, titled "Mysterious Female Doctor Displays Miraculous Skills on the Street, Popularizing Life-Saving Techniques," made it to a small corner of the social section of the Military Region Daily. The article focused on describing the steps of the Heimlich maneuver, only briefly mentioning the rescuer's identity as "Dr. Ye from the Military Region General Hospital who wished to remain anonymous."

Even so, the article still caused a small stir within the military compound and hospital.

Dean Zhou Hai rushed into Gu Zheng's ward with this newspaper in hand.

"Gu Zheng! You little rascal, you went to the movies with Comrade Xiao Ye last night?" He waved the newspaper in his hand, his eyes behind his glasses flashing with gossip, but it vanished in an instant, replaced by a heavy anxiety that almost crushed him.

He didn't come here to gossip. He came here to ask for help.

"Where is Comrade Ye?" He looked around, not seeing Ye Zhen, and asked anxiously.

Gu Zheng pointed outside: "They've gone to check on the patients."

Zhou Hai plopped down on a chair by the bed, his usual gentle and refined intellectual image completely gone. He rubbed his face vigorously and said wearily, "Gu Zheng, I've come today to ask you for a favor: to talk to Comrade Xiao Ye."

Before Gu Zheng could ask any questions, he slammed a document onto Gu Zheng's bedside table.

"The condition of the injured in the bombing is very serious," Zhou Hai said in a hoarse voice. "Our hospital's technical capabilities have reached their limit. This isn't for my personal sake, but for the workers lying in their hospital beds, injured while working on a key national project."

As soon as she finished speaking, Ye Zhen pushed open the door and walked in. She was carrying a medical record folder, clearly having just finished rounds.

When Zhou Hai saw her, his eyes lit up immediately, as if he had seen a savior, and he stood up right away.

"Comrade Xiao Ye!" His attitude was more earnest than ever before, even carrying a hint of pleading. "I know it's against the rules to put such a heavy task on a new comrade like you. But, lives are at stake!"

He handed Ye Zhen another, thicker stack of medical records, his expression grave. "These are some of the most challenging cases right now. The hospital's expert team has been consulting for three consecutive days, but they haven't come up with an effective solution. Especially this one," he pulled out the top one, "Patient number three, with a comminuted ruptured liver, pancreatic injury, and colonic perforation. He also has second- to third-degree burns covering more than 30% of his torso. Shock, infection, coagulation dysfunction... any one of these could be fatal. All the experts believe that the surgical mortality rate is almost 100%, and they recommend conservative treatment, which means... waiting to die."

He spoke the words "waiting to die" with extreme difficulty.

Ye Zhen took the heavy medical record and flipped through it page by page. Blood test report, X-ray, simple physical examination record... Her expression did not change, but the light in her clear, cold eyes grew brighter and brighter.

In her mind, countless more complex cases of combined trauma she had handled in her past life flashed through her mind. She could bring back patients with multiple organ ruptures, even those brought from the battlefield, by helicopter landing directly on the hospital rooftop. This case before her was challenging, but by no means a dead end.

Gu Zheng leaned against the headboard, looking at Ye Zhen who was deep in thought, and then at Zhou Hai who looked expectant. He suddenly spoke.

"Dean Zhou, a good general needs a fine sword, and an elite soldier needs strong armor. If you want her to go to the battlefield, you need to give her a stage that matches her abilities."

Zhou Hai was taken aback, then understood what Gu Zheng meant.

"Give her the highest authority, the best team, and let her make the decisions on the operating table. I trust her." Gu Zheng's tone was calm, yet it carried an undeniable trust.

Dean Zhou Hai was a man of great vision; he understood. What he needed was not a surgeon who followed the rules, but a leader capable of creating miracles. He gritted his teeth and made the decision immediately.

"Alright! I vouch for it with my position as the dean!" He looked at Ye Zhen and said decisively, "From now on, a special treatment team for critically injured victims of the bombing will be established, and you, Comrade Ye Zhen, will be fully in charge! During the surgery, you will have all decision-making authority, and all personnel and equipment will be allocated with priority. No one may interfere for any reason!"

This decision, like a depth charge, exploded within the military region's general hospital.

A newly hired young female doctor, with no qualifications or background, directly bypassing all the chief physicians, experts, and professors to become the top person in charge? That's simply a fantasy!

Qualifications, regulations, personal connections… all sorts of obstacles, both overt and covert, came from all directions. The usually highly respected senior experts felt their authority was being challenged, while the young doctors were driven mad with jealousy.

Among the voices of opposition, the most vehement came from Vice President Lin Weiguo—Lin Wan's biological father.

"Nonsense! This is utterly ridiculous!"

Lin Weiguo stormed into Zhou Hai's office and slammed a document onto the table. His well-maintained face was contorted with rage, and his words were sharp: "Zhou Hai, I know you're eager to recruit talent, but that's no excuse to gamble with soldiers' lives! Ye Zhen, how old is she? Does she even have a medical license? You dare entrust such an important task to her? If something goes wrong, can you bear the responsibility? Can I? The entire hospital can't!"

Every word he uttered was based on the high ground of "regulations" and "patient safety," and was filled with a sense of moral pressure.

Zhou Hai sat behind his desk, listening calmly as Lin Weiguo finished venting. Only after Lin Weiguo stopped breathing heavily did Zhou Hai slowly push up his glasses and look up.

Under immense pressure, he only said one sentence.

"Comrade Weiguo, sometimes what we lack is not experience, but the courage to create miracles."

He stood up, walked to the window, looked down at the busy medical staff, and said with a resolute tone, "If you don't believe me, go to the surgical observation room at nine o'clock tomorrow morning for the surgery of wounded patient number three."

Zhou Hai knew that he was playing a game of chess.

He was gambling with his own future, the reputation of the military hospital, and even the life of the worker lying on the hospital bed, on the verge of death.

His only bargaining chip was Ye Zhen.