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

Zhou Hai knew he was gambling. He was gambling with his future, with the reputation of the military hospital, and even with the worker's life.

His only bargaining chip was Ye Zhen.

"Bang!"

Lin Weiguo slammed the door shut, the loud slam making the pen holder on Zhou Hai's desk jump. Zhou Hai stared at the still slightly trembling door, his eyes unwavering. He knew that from the moment he made his decision, this storm was inevitable.

The next morning at eight o'clock, the sky was overcast, like the oppressive atmosphere before a major battle.

Ye Zhen walked into Zhou Hai's office and placed a thick document of twenty pages on the table.

"Dean, the surgical plan." Her voice was as calm as ever, revealing no emotion.

Zhou Hai adjusted his reading glasses and picked up the document. After flipping through only two pages, his hand gripping the paper began to tremble uncontrollably.

This isn't some kind of surgical contingency plan; it's practically a war plan precise to the second!

It details all the possible intraoperative risks for the third patient: hemorrhagic shock, disseminated intravascular coagulation, anesthetic accidents, arrhythmia... Each risk corresponds to a complete, even somewhat ruthless, standardized operating procedure.

"Scenario A-1: ​​Intraoperative blood pressure drops by more than 20% for 30 seconds. The anesthesiologist immediately administers dopamine intravenously at 5ug/min. The surgeon pauses exploration, checks for bleeding points on the liver wound, and the first assistant prepares the autologous blood transfusion equipment..."

"Situation B-3: Ventricular tachycardia has occurred. Immediately stop the surgery, administer lidocaine intravenously, and simultaneously..."

Zhou Hai's Adam's apple bobbed. He saw a medical world he had never imagined. It attempted to fight against the unpredictable Grim Reaper on the operating table with rigorous procedures and scientific predictions.

He abruptly looked up at the excessively young girl before him, and for the first time felt a profound tremor in his soul. What exactly was going on in her mind?

At exactly nine o'clock, the operating room lights suddenly turned on, their light blinding.

Meanwhile, the surgical observation room upstairs was already packed with people. The directors and senior specialists from surgery, anesthesiology, and internal medicine were almost all present, each with a serious expression.

Vice Dean Lin Weiguo sat upright in the center, his face so gloomy it could drip water. Zhao Tiancheng was also squeezed into the back of the crowd, his fists clenched, his eyes fixed on Ye Zhen below. He wanted to see with his own eyes how this woman would expose her boasting.

"Hmph, all talk and no action." Professor Wang, the head of surgery, with his graying hair, was the most senior surgeon in the hospital. He looked at the copy of the plan in his hand and curled his lip in disdain. "Old Zhou was just panicking. The situation on the operating table changes in an instant. It all depends on the surgeon's experience and on-the-spot reaction. How can you just read from a book? That's treating people like machines!"

"That's right, Director Wang," someone immediately chimed in, "Look at what's written here, accurate to the second? Are you kidding me! Patients aren't clocks; they're not going to get sick according to your script!"

As Lin Weiguo listened to these discussions, a barely perceptible sneer curled at the corner of his lips. He wanted everyone to see how absurd Zhou Hai's decision was, and how ignorant and arrogant this girl was.

Inside the operating room, Ye Zhen's voice rang out, cold and clear, like a command pistol.

"Surgery begins. Blood pressure, heart rate, and blood oxygen saturation, report every minute."

The young doctors and nurses she personally selected underwent intensive training overnight yesterday, and now they are like finely wound-up gears, instantly starting to operate at high speed.

"Blood pressure 100/60, heart rate 110, blood oxygen 95," the anesthesiologist said calmly.

"Skin it."

Ye Zhen's hands were unnaturally steady. The scalpel sliced ​​through the charred skin and tissue with a clean, crisp movement that sent chills down one's spine. Not a word wasted, not a single unnecessary movement. Her team, under her calm commands, cooperated flawlessly.

"Hemostats." She didn't even look up.

The pliers were already in her palm.

"Attractant".

The suction sound of negative pressure immediately rang out.

Retractor, hemostasis, gauze... every step was exactly as described in the contingency plan.

The chatter in the observation room subsided without anyone noticing. Director Wang and the other senior experts, who had initially been scrutinizing and critical, became incredibly focused. They were all top-tier specialists, and they could see that the smoothness of the surgery had exceeded their expectations.

This is not tacit understanding; it is a kind of industrial precision, a sense of order that inspires awe.

"Blood pressure dropped! 90/50!" The anesthesiologist's voice suddenly became tense.

coming!

Everyone in the observation room held their breath! Lin Weiguo leaned forward slightly, a hint of anticipation flashing in his eyes.

However, before anyone could react, Ye Zhen's voice rang out again, still without the slightest hint of panic.

"Activate Plan A-2. Anesthesiologist, administer dopamine to maintain blood pressure. First assistant, prepare the suction device, increase power, and explore the wound in the left lobe of the liver."

As soon as she finished speaking, the entire team switched to a completely different program, seamlessly coordinating and immediately executing the new instructions. The anesthesiologist's hand pushing the medication didn't tremble at all, the assistant adjusted the angle of the suction device, and the scrub nurse had already placed another, longer forceps in her hand. The whole process was smooth and fast, almost dizzying, yet without the slightest hesitation or confusion.

The observation room was deathly silent.

Just moments ago, Director Wang had scoffed, but now his mouth was slightly open, unable to utter a single word. In his decades of medical practice, he knew that in such situations, the surgeon, anesthesiologist, and assistants would need at least a few seconds to communicate and make judgments; a flustered reaction was inevitable. But Ye Zhen's team seemed to have anticipated all of this; every movement was ingrained in their very being.

Lin Weiguo's face instantly turned extremely ugly.

Just then, the regular heart rate curve on the monitor suddenly turned into a wavy line with no regularity, and emitted a piercing scream!

"Beep beep beep—"

Ventricular fibrillation! The most dangerous situation during surgery, a precursor to cardiac arrest! Death has struck!

"Haha!" Lin Weiguo finally seized the opportunity, his voice rising involuntarily, filled with barely suppressed glee. "Director Wang, look! This isn't in her 'script,' is it!"

He knew very well that such a sudden situation was completely unpredictable and could not possibly be written into the contingency plan! He was waiting to see Ye Zhen panic and frantically try to get help from the observation room, and to see where Zhou Hai's old face would be!

However, Ye Zhen didn't even raise her head.

"All personnel halt!" Her voice pierced the shrill alarm, carrying an absolute calm that instantly soothed everyone. "Prepare for defibrillation, 200 joules!"

"Charging complete!"

"leave!"

Ye Zhen took the electrode pads and, without the slightest hesitation, pressed them firmly against the patient's chest!

"Bang!" The patient's naked body jolted violently.

Everyone in the observation room held their breath, staring intently at the monitor screen.

The piercing alarm stopped abruptly. After a brief straightening, the chaotic wavy lines resumed their regular "beep, beep, beep" sound.

Alive!

"Xiao Wang, take notes!"

The young doctor who was called upon immediately picked up a pen and paper, his voice trembling slightly with excitement.

"Record: New emergency type 7 added, ventricular fibrillation, suspected cause: hypokalemia. Treatment method A: Immediate defibrillation. Risk assessment: Extremely high. Related contingency plans: B-4, postoperative electrolyte disturbance monitoring..."

Zhao Tiancheng listened to all of this in a daze, feeling as if his brain had been hit hard by a heavy hammer.

She... she was updating her system even while being resuscitated?!

She wasn't just performing surgery; she was using it to build a self-learning and evolving medical system! That system, cold, precise, and powerful, erected a scientific barrier against death. The gap between him and her wasn't just technology, it was cognition, it was a different dimension!

Four hours later, as Ye Zhen stitched up the skin with the last stitch, thunderous applause erupted in the observation room. This was not mere politeness; it was genuine awe from everyone's hearts.

Lin Weiguo's face turned ashen. The moment the applause began, he slunk away through the back door like a defeated rooster.

Ye Zhen walked out of the operating room, took off her sweat-soaked surgical gown, and looked as if she had been pulled out of water. Dean Zhou Hai and several senior experts quickly came to greet her.

She handed the contingency plan, stained with a few drops of blood and covered with revisions, to Dean Zhou Hai.

"Dean, based on the clinical data from this trial, I optimized 13 process steps and revised 4 risk assessment models. Next time we encounter a similar situation, the surgery time can be shortened by 15 minutes, and the risk reduced by at least five percentage points."

Dean Zhou Hai took the document, which still carried the warmth of his body and the smell of blood, and felt it was heavier than a thousand pounds.

Just then, Director Wang, who had previously scoffed at the contingency plan, walked up to Ye Zhen. His wrinkled face carried a hint of shame, but even more so, the earnestness and devotion of an intellectual in the face of truth.

He looked at the girl, who was even younger than his granddaughter, and bowed deeply in front of everyone.

"Dr. Ye, please... give us ignorant old folks a lesson."