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

"lecture?"

Ye Zhen looked at the elderly expert in front of her, whose hair was so white he was old enough to be her grandfather, and was slightly taken aback.

She never expected that one of the most outstanding doctors of this era would seek her advice with such humility, even to the point of near-reverence.

The atmosphere in the small, hastily prepared meeting room was somewhat eerie.

The experts and professors who were just in the surgical observation room, who were either questioning, shocked, or disdainful, are now sitting up straight, like a group of primary school students listening to a teacher's lecture.

Dean Zhou Hai personally brought Ye Zhen the only chair with a backrest so she could sit down. He, on the other hand, like everyone else, took a brand-new notebook and pen, ready to take notes.

This treatment felt somewhat unreal to Ye Zhen.

"What I did wasn't some new invention." Ye Zhen didn't mince words; her voice was slightly hoarse from the long hours of surgery and explanation, but it was exceptionally clear. "It's evidence-based medicine. It's a philosophy, a methodology. The core is that every medical decision we make, every prescription we write, every incision we make must be supported by scientific evidence, not just personal experience."

"Personal experience?" In the crowd, Director Wang, who had previously scoffed at the contingency plan, frowned and couldn't help but speak up, "Dr. Ye, isn't this what we doctors rely on for our livelihood? I've been practicing medicine for forty years, and I've seen more patients than you've eaten salt. Doesn't my experience count?"

His question echoed the sentiments of all the veteran experts. Their inherent pride made them instinctively resistant to this revolutionary theory.

"Mr. Wang, your experience is certainly invaluable," Ye Zhen said calmly, meeting his gaze. "But experience can sometimes be deceiving. For example, you might have seen ten thousand patients with stomach ulcers and found that a certain herbal medicine works for eight thousand. But you can't explain why it doesn't work for the remaining two thousand. Is it a matter of constitution, or different stages of the disease? Or is it just a placebo effect?"

Her voice wasn't loud, but it instantly silenced the entire conference room.

"Experience tells us that it 'may be effective.' Scientific evidence tells us 'why it works,' 'for whom it works,' and 'what the probability is that it works.' What we need to do is turn 'possibility' into 'certainty.'"

Director Wang opened his mouth, but couldn't utter a single word.

"Comrade Xiao Ye, so you mean that our previous methods of treating patients... were all problematic?" A middle-aged director wearing glasses asked cautiously, afraid of offending the unfathomable young man in front of him.

"It's not that there's a problem, it's that it can be more precise," Ye Zhen corrected. "Evidence-based medicine, simply put, consists of three steps. First, ask a verifiable question about the patient. Second, find and evaluate all relevant research evidence. Third, combine the best evidence with the doctor's personal experience and the patient's specific situation to make the best decision."

She paused, her gaze sweeping across the room, her voice becoming even more forceful.

"Take today's surgery, for example. My standard operating procedure (SOP) wasn't just something I imagined. Every step is based on hundreds of clinical research reports on traumatic hemorrhagic shock that I know of. Why is dopamine the first choice when blood pressure drops? Because large-scale trials have proven that in the early stages of trauma, it is more beneficial for maintaining kidney perfusion and can reduce the risk of postoperative kidney failure. That's the evidence."

The meeting room was completely silent.

For the first time, these experts felt that their decades-long "feel" and "intuition" seemed so thin and so...untenable in the face of cold, hard data and logic.

Ye Zhen stood up, walked to the small blackboard by the wall, picked up the chalk, and wrote a few words: randomized, controlled, double-blind.

"To obtain reliable evidence, rigorous clinical trials are required. For example, if we want to verify a new drug, we find two groups of patients with similar conditions. One group receives the new drug, and the other group receives starch tablets that look the same but have no effect. To avoid the interference of psychological factors, neither the patients nor the doctors who prescribe the drugs know who is taking the real drug. This is a 'randomized controlled double-blind trial,' which is internationally recognized as the gold standard for verifying efficacy."

"This..." The people present looked at each other in dismay and let out a suppressed gasp.

Giving patients useless "fake medicine"? In their minds, this is utterly heretical, even immoral!

Ye Zhen seemed to see through their thoughts: "I know this is hard to understand. But only in this way can we eliminate all interference and arrive at the most objective and truthful conclusions. Medicine is, first and foremost, science. Every step we take should be based on solid ground that can be repeatedly verified, not on vague experiences and feelings."

The lecture lasted for a full two hours.

By the time Ye Zhen finished speaking, it was completely dark outside the window. No one left the meeting room; everyone was engrossed in a massive intellectual storm, speechless for a long time.

They knew that a door to a completely new world of medicine had been kicked open in front of them by this young girl.

Dean Zhou Hai was the first to stand up. He looked at Ye Zhen, his voice trembling with excitement: "Comrade Ye, what you said today is more valuable than ten successful surgeries...more than a hundred! On behalf of the hospital, and on behalf of countless future patients, thank you!"

As he spoke, he actually bowed to Ye Zhen.

Ye Zhen quickly stepped aside, shook her head, and said wearily, "I'm just a conveyor of knowledge."

When Ye Zhen dragged her exhausted body and pushed open the ward door, a fragrant aroma of food mixed with the smell of disinfectant wafted towards her.

Gu Zheng was leaning against the headboard, flipping through a military magazine, but his deep eyes were fixed on the doorway. On the small table in front of him were two aluminum lunchboxes.

"Finished?" he asked, his voice low and emotionless.

"Mmm," Ye Zhen responded, sitting down on the chair next to her, feeling like her bones were about to fall apart. The mental exertion she had used today was more exhausting than performing a ten-hour surgery.

Gu Zheng didn't say anything more, but simply pushed an enamel mug on the table in front of her.

The cup contained warm milk with plenty of sugar. In this day and age, this was a luxury and a source of nutrition that ordinary people wouldn't even dare to dream of.

"Drink it." He said in a commanding tone.

Ye Zhen didn't even have the strength to lift the bar, so she silently picked it up and sipped it slowly. The warm, sweet liquid slid into her stomach, as if a warm current was flowing through her, instantly dispelling the fatigue and chill deep within her body.

"Zhou Hai told me everything." Gu Zheng looked at her, a complex light flashing in his eyes under the dim light. "What you said in the conference room today was very interesting."

"Oh." Ye Zhen didn't react much and continued drinking her milk.

"You've taught them a lesson that has overturned their decades-old beliefs." Gu Zheng put down the magazine and leaned forward slightly. His tall figure instantly loomed over them, carrying a strong sense of pressure. "So, Professor Ye, how much do you plan to charge for this lesson?"

Ye Zhen suddenly stopped drinking her milk.

She looked up at him, puzzled. In the dim light, his expression was indistinct.

tuition fee?

A roguish, even slightly wicked smile curled at the corners of Gu Zheng's mouth, but his eyes were incredibly serious.

"I'll pay for them." He said each word clearly, his voice not loud, but like bullets, they struck Ye Zhen's heart precisely.

"The military region's logistics department just imported a batch of brand-new medical equipment from West Germany, originally intended for the Beijing General Hospital. Surgical microscopes, multi-functional electrocardiogram monitors, blood gas analyzers... and a complete set of surgical instruments, all top-of-the-line."

Ye Zhen's breathing stopped completely at that moment.

Her fingers tightened unconsciously around the enamel mug.

She knew better than anyone what these things meant to her right now.

Those weren't cold, lifeless instruments.

That was a weapon that would allow her to truly transform the cutting-edge knowledge in her mind into a means of saving lives! It was a guarantee that could reduce the mortality rate by tens of percentage points!

Gu Zheng's gaze was fixed on her eyes, and in those usually calm and serene eyes, a flame of longing, which he had never seen before, finally ignited.

He was very satisfied with the result.

"Within a week." He looked at her like a devil tempting someone to depravity, offering an even more deadly temptation. "I'll have all this equipment appear in your hospital's warehouse."

He paused, then leaned forward a few more inches, almost whispering in her ear, and dropped the final bombshell in a voice only the two of them could hear.

"In addition, I will apply to the Ministry of Health for a 'Clinical Medical Research Pilot' project in the name of the military region, with the base located at the General Hospital of the military region. I will take care of the funding, the policies, and all the 'double-blind trials' that you want to do but can't."

With a loud bang.

Ye Zhen's heart began to pound wildly and uncontrollably.

He wasn't joking.

Every word he uttered was like a key, precisely unlocking the deepest, most longed-for lock in her heart.

What he wanted to give her was not money or material possessions.

What he wanted to give her was a unique stage where she could unleash her ambitions without any constraints in this era!

"...Why?" Her throat was dry, and she managed to squeeze out three words with difficulty. She didn't believe in free lunches, especially with the man in front of her, who was as shrewd as a fox hunting its prey.

Gu Zheng leaned back against the headboard, picked up the magazine again, and lazily and casually turned a page.

Without even looking up, he uttered a sentence in a casual tone, as if discussing the weather, that was enough to shatter Ye Zhen's worldview.

"Because my grandfather gave me a death order, telling me to use every means possible to marry you into the Gu family as his granddaughter-in-law immediately."

The ward was deathly silent.

Ye Zhen felt her brain completely shut down. Although there was a one-year agreement, she still instinctively felt some resistance.

Gu Zheng finally lifted his eyelids, his gaze falling on her blank face, and the roguish smile on his lips deepened.

"So, Dr. Ye," he said slowly, "consider this my advance payment... as betrothal gifts."