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

Ye Zhen ignored Gu Zheng's banter and turned to instruct the nurse on follow-up care procedures.

"Check the catheter insertion site again. If there is any bleeding, come to my office immediately."

The nurse responded loudly.

"Yes, Director Ye!"

Ye Zhen then pointed to the monitor on the bedside table.

"We need to keep a close eye on blood oxygen saturation."

The nurse carefully took notes in her notebook.

"Understood, I'll test every half hour."

Ye Zhen added a sentence.

"Continue to control their diet. They can only eat three small pieces of apple. If their family members are too soft-hearted and give them more, you have to stop them."

The nurse nodded repeatedly.

"Understood. I will communicate with Mr. Schroeder."

After explaining all this, Ye Zhen noticed that Williams was still standing motionless by the bed.

She raised an eyebrow and looked over.

"Sir, do you have any other questions?"

Williams put away his stethoscope and pressed his hands firmly against the cover of the folder.

"Dr. Ye, I once thought that she would definitely not survive this winter in Berlin."

You could hear a pin drop in the ward.

Although Alice didn't quite understand the weight of those words, she sensed the unusual silence among the adults.

She gently tugged at her grandfather's sleeve.

"Grandpa, this winter, I want to build a big snowman."

Schroeder nodded repeatedly, his voice hoarse.

"Okay, Grandpa will help you build it."

Alice spoke loudly again.

"I want to come to China again to see Sister Ye!"

Ye Zhen stepped forward and tucked the blanket around her again.

"Then you should take care of your health first."

Williams stared intently at Ye Zhen, his eyes filled with awe.

"Before that surgery in Berlin, the entire European medical community thought you were risking human lives."

Ye Zhen calmly looked back at him, her aura growing stronger rather than weaker.

"You can still think I'm taking a risk, provided you can provide data to refute me."

Williams gave a wry smile, opened the folder in his hand completely, revealing the densely packed verification curves inside.

"I can't produce your data, which renders the entire Western standard of cardiac surgery worthless. We've been clinging to conservative treatments while ignoring the body's own compensatory potential. Ye, you've taught cardiac surgeons worldwide a lesson."

Ye Zhen closed the folder.

"Medicine is constantly evolving; today's standards are tomorrow's worthless paper. Only by continuously breaking with convention can we save more lives."

Williams nodded deeply.

"I will have this sentence engraved in the corridor of the Royal Hospital."

Green whispered a reminder from the side.

"Sir, there are a lot of foreign media waiting downstairs."

Williams didn't even turn his head.

"Then let them wait!"

Dean Zhou Hai coughed lightly, secretly pleased with himself, but maintained the composure of a great power on the surface.

"Sir Williams, is your itinerary to return home this afternoon? Mr. Schroeder's private jet has already been booked."

Williams nodded.

"Yes."

Ye Zhen asked.

"Are you going to be on the same flight as them?"

Williams closed the folder and held it to his chest.

"Yes, I want to take Alice's complete information back to London so that every doctor at the Royal Hospital can see this miracle."

Ye Zhen nodded slightly.

The afternoon sun slanted into the ward, making the terrazzo floor shine brightly.

Downstairs, the reporters were already talking noisily, their foreign languages ​​uttered in various accents.

The nurse brought over a specially made wheelchair, and Schroeder personally knelt down to straighten his granddaughter's socks and carefully wrapped her in a thin blanket.

As the wheelchair was pushed out the door, the cameras and microphones in the corridor were instantly pointed at them.

A British journalist was at the forefront.

"Miss Alice, how are you feeling now?"

Alice answered crisply, without flinching.

"I feel like a window to China has opened in my heart, opened by Sister Ye. My grandpa won't have to stay up all night watching over me anymore!"

The reporters immediately turned their microphones toward Schroeder.

"Mr. Schroeder, what is your assessment of the skills of Chinese doctors?"

Schroeder held his granddaughter's hand tightly.

"Dr. Ye is an angel sent by God; she gave our family a second life."

At this moment, Williams suddenly stepped forward and spoke to the media.

"Gentlemen, I will hold a public briefing in the Royal Hospital conference room after returning to London!"

The reporters immediately turned their microphones around.

"Sir, are you acknowledging that Dr. Ye's surgery was successful?"

Williams faced the camera directly and answered clearly and articulately.

"I admit it."

The crowd erupted in uproar, and the flashes from the cameras were almost blinding.

"Does this mean you've changed your preconceived notions about Chinese doctors?"

Williams gripped his briefcase tightly, his grip firm and resounding.

"What I changed was my view of arrogance!"

These words were like a thunderclap, stunning the foreign media and even Dean Zhou Hai stood there, a surge of emotion welling up in his eyes.

The humiliating history of Chinese medicine being suppressed and despised by foreigners in the 1980s was completely shattered at this moment by this sentence.

A French journalist pressed for an answer.

"Sir, do you believe that the Western healthcare system has fallen behind that of the East?"

Williams shook his head.

"The system is not outdated; what is outdated is our attitude of sitting in the laboratory and working in isolation. Dr. Ye showed us through practical experience that the real standards are on the operating table and in the patient's heartbeat."

Another American journalist raised his camera.

"Dr. Ye, do you have anything to say about this?"

Ye Zhen stood on the steps, her gaze sweeping over the group of foreign media.

"I don't have much to say. Facts speak louder than words. You can always remain skeptical, but I will continue to save lives with my scalpel."

The American journalists continued to press for answers.

"There are rumors that you are about to accept an offer from the University of Munich. Is that true?"

Ye Zhen chuckled softly.

"My roots are planted in the yellow earth, I won't go anywhere else."

Gu Zheng turned his head to look at Ye Zhen, his eyes filled with pride and joy.

Ye Zhen, however, remained calm and composed, simply bending down to straighten the blanket for Alice.

Zhou Hai stepped forward and shook Schroeder's hand.

"Mr. Schroeder, I wish you a safe journey, and I hope that this will further advance medical exchanges between China and Germany."

Schroeder gripped her hand tightly.

"I will definitely spread the name of the Heart of China throughout Europe."

Zhou Hai said to Alice.

"Alice, take your medicine on time when you get home."

Alice waved her little hand.

Goodbye, Grandpa Zhou. I'll miss you all.

The Hongqi sedan slowly drove out of the back gate of the main hospital.

Alice leaned against the car window, holding up the card with the drawing of a small heart window.

Ye Zhen stood on the steps, watching the car disappear through the shade of the sycamore trees.

Gu Zheng walked to her side, took off his military cap, and casually shielded her from the scorching sun.

"Will Comrade Lao Wei really speak up for us back in our hometown this time?"

Ye Zhen turned and walked into the building.

"He will."

Gu Zheng followed in her footsteps.

"So certain?"

Ye Zhen pushed open the glass door.

"Because he heard the beating heart with his own ears, and the essence of medicine is to save lives, not to cling to prejudice."