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

Director Zheng walked quickly back and forth on the side of the stage twice. Seeing that Ye Zhen was still answering Chen Xiangdong's questions, he could only swallow his words and wave to the several academic affairs officers.

"Don't let people outside push in anymore, leave the stairwell open."

The clerk replied quietly.

"Director Zheng, there are also young doctors from the affiliated hospital outside. They said they can't hear us, but they want to stand at the door anyway."

Director Zheng rolled up the registration book in his hand and tapped his palm with the spine of the book in his haste.

"They have to stand in a line. Anyone who dares to block the door will be sent back to the department to write a self-criticism."

On the stage, Ye Zhen was looking at Chen Xiangdong.

"With limited resources at the grassroots level, you need to learn three things: keep clear records, determine the boundaries, and make timely referrals."

Chen Xiangdong quickly took notes.

"Teacher Ye, does 'clearly recorded' refer to the medical records?"

"Medical records, changes in body temperature, reactions to medication, family members' accounts, and what the patient said themselves must all be recorded."

Ye Zhen answered quickly without referring to the prepared notes.

"If you can't find the diagnosis at the county hospital, a higher-level hospital might be able to find the clues based on your few lines of records."

Chen Xiangdong asked again.

"How do we determine the boundaries?"

"Don't push away what you can handle; don't try to handle what's beyond your capabilities."

Ye Zhen looked at him.

"Sometimes, grassroots doctors are forced to step into the spotlight by the trust of their fellow villagers, but trust cannot replace competence."

Chen Xiangdong held the pen, his ears slightly red.

"What if the higher-level hospital is too far away, and the patient's family doesn't have the money?"

Ye Zhen paused for a moment.

"That's why we created the Heart of China, why we want to train more doctors, and why you students can't just think about staying in big cities."

Chen Xiangdong stood beside the seat and said in a low voice.

"I will go back."

Ye Zhen nodded.

"Learn your skills thoroughly first, then go back."

As soon as those words were spoken, Dean Liang finally picked up the microphone.

"Students, that concludes today's lecture. Let's give Dr. Ye a break."

A chorus of regret immediately rose from the audience.

"Dean Liang, one more question."

"Professor Ye, how do I read English academic literature?"

"Professor Ye, how do I practice microsurgical suturing?"

"Professor Ye, does the Heart of China accept students?"

When Director Zheng saw that the crowd was about to surge towards the front of the stage, he quickly ran to the edge of the stage.

"Sit down, everyone. Don't push forward. Students in the back rows, please use the right-hand aisle first."

No one really wants to leave.

Outside the backstage area, it was even more chaotic. Young doctors from the affiliated hospital, graduate students, and students from other schools were all crammed into the corridor, each holding a notebook.

"Let me ask you one question, just one."

"I came all the way from Changping, Professor Ye, could you please sign your autograph for me?"

"I'll pass on the autograph; I want to ask her how she practices her swordsmanship."

"I have a relative with a heart condition. Could you please have Dr. Ye take a look?"

Sweat trickled down Director Zheng's temples from his forehead.

"Dear students and doctors, Dr. Ye is not holding an outpatient clinic today. He cannot see patients here, nor can he block the door."

As soon as he finished speaking, the crowd moved forward a little more.

As Gu Zheng walked from the last row through the aisle, the students who were standing in the aisle automatically made way for him.

He didn't shout or push anyone; he just stood at the backstage entrance and looked around.

The corridor quickly became quiet.

The male student closest to him put down his notebook and whispered to the person next to him.

"The military region's warning sign has arrived."

Gu Zheng heard it and looked over.

The male student immediately straightened his back.

"Comrade Gu, I say you're standing at the perfect standard."

Gu Zheng didn't respond to that, but instead looked at Director Zheng.

"Leave a one-meter-wide space at the doorway; whoever crosses the line goes out."

Director Zheng nodded immediately.

"Did you hear me? Step back and make a passage."

The students were much more obedient this time, holding their notebooks and backing away, actually forming a crooked line in the corridor.

This is the scene that Ye Zhen saw when she came down from the side of the stage.

She glanced at Gu Zheng.

"Did you scare the students?"

Gu Zheng took her handbag.

"No, I'm just standing."

A girl next to me whispered.

"Teacher Ye, his standing around is more effective than his lecturing."

Gu Zheng tilted his head.

"No training after lining up."

The girl immediately shut up and went back behind the line.

Dean Liang and Sun Shouyi also rushed over.

Dean Liang looked down into the corridor with a troubled expression.

"Dr. Ye, I'm so sorry, the student was just too enthusiastic."

Ye Zhen looked at the rows of bright-eyed young people and didn't leave immediately.

Director Zheng quickly said.

"Dr. Ye, please don't worry about them, I'll arrange for them to leave."

The students in the front row got anxious when they heard this.

"Teacher Ye, we won't take up too much of your time."

"Can't everyone ask once?"

"We don't ask about personal matters, we only ask about medicine."

Gu Zheng frowned.

Ye Zhen looked at him.

Give me ten minutes.

Gu Zheng disagreed.

"Ten minutes will eventually turn into half an hour."

"Then you keep track of the time for me."

Gu Zheng looked at her for two seconds and then showed her his watch.

"Fifteen minutes, or I'll take you away."

Low laughter came from among the students.

Ye Zhen turned to the group.

"You can ask questions, but there are rules."

The corridor immediately became quiet.

She held up one finger.

"Each person is allowed to submit only one medical question."

The first student to step forward was a graduate student wearing glasses.

"Professor Ye, there are so many English documents, I read them slowly, and I can never grasp the key points. What should I do?"

Ye Zhen took the paper he handed her and glanced at the title written on it.

"Don't try to do too much at once; read according to the disease."

"For example, if you are studying the mitral valve, you should separate the literature into four categories: anatomy, pathology, surgical procedures, and complications."

Graduate students are busy taking notes.

Do you need a full translation?

"unnecessary."

Ye Zhen said.

"Read the abstract first, then the figures and tables, then the methodology, and finally the discussion."

The graduate student looked up.

"Isn't discussion the most important thing?"

"The discussion contains the author's viewpoint, and the methodology reveals what he actually did."

Ye Zhen returned the paper to him.

"The worst thing about medical papers is being led astray by impressive conclusions; you need to learn to see if they have any evidence."

The graduate student thanked them repeatedly as he left.

The second one was a clinical undergraduate student, holding a suture pad in his hand.

"Teacher Ye, how can I practice suturing effectively?"

Ye Zhen glanced at the stitches he had made.

"Your biggest problem right now is that you're in a rush."

The boy blushed.

"I always want to sew faster."

"Practice the stitch spacing until it's consistent before talking about speed."

Ye Zhen placed the sewing pad on the table next to her and pointed to two spots with her finger.

"Twenty minutes every day for a month, just practicing the needle insertion angle and needle withdrawal distance."

The boy asked.

"Is 20 minutes of practice enough?"

"Once your hands start to tire, incorrect movements will become ingrained."

Ye Zhen looked at him.

"Practice isn't about piling on time; it's about preserving the correct movements."

Gu Zheng was looking at his watch.

"Twelve minutes left."

The third one was a young doctor from the affiliated hospital, whose voice was urgent.

"Dr. Ye, misdiagnosis at the grassroots level often occurs because of inadequate testing. How can this be avoided?"

Ye Zhen asked.

Which department are you in?

"Internal medicine."

"Then let's catch up on the consultation and physical examination first."

The young doctor was taken aback.

Ye Zhen looked at him.

"When you have limited equipment, your hands and ears are your first set of instruments."

She spoke at a very steady pace.

"For fever, ask about the rhythm; for abdominal pain, ask about the location of the jaundice; for jaundice, ask about the color of urine and stool; for edema, ask whether it occurs in the morning or at night. Don't expect the machine to provide the answers right away."

The young doctor was writing rapidly with his head down.

"What if we still can't figure it out?"

"Clearly state any points of doubt; do not write uncertainties as certainties."

Ye Zhen said.

"Each referral on the referral slip is likely to be more life-saving than the last."

Someone at the back of the line repeated it quietly.

"One might be more life-saving than the other is certain."