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

Mrs. Thatcher opened the medical record: "Is this the boy named Tom from the footage this morning?"

"Yes."

"Is this child a good fit for the Chinese approach?"

"This requires Dr. Ye Zhen's personal evaluation; no one in all of Europe dares to draw this conclusion on her behalf right now."

Mrs. Thatcher gave him a deep look: "You weren't this cautious and humble in the past."

Williams gave a self-deprecating wry smile: "Because I suddenly realized that I've misplaced all the caution I've had for most of my life."

Harrison, sitting to the side, couldn't help but interject: "Sir, have you considered the consequences? Once the British government officially seeks help from China, the old guard within the Royal Hospital will tear you apart."

"I've been yelled at and insulted all day long," Williams said without changing his expression.

"The storm to come will be even fiercer!"

"That's still much easier than attending the funerals of those innocent children."

Mrs. Thatcher stopped listening to their argument, slammed the medical record shut, and said decisively, "I will immediately initiate the official procedures for medical cooperation."

Williams abruptly raised his head, his body trembling almost imperceptibly: "Thank you, Madam Prime Minister!"

He placed his hands on his knees, pressing his fingertips firmly to smooth out the wrinkles in his trousers: "I want to personally take the first batch of medical records to China."

Harrison immediately pointed out: "This requires urgent coordination among international diplomatic departments."

"Then let's make the arrangements," Mrs. Thatcher decided.

Harrison pressed on with a stern face, "And what about the number of people and the level of protocol for the visit?"

Williams quickly replied, "Let's not take the child there for now. I'll only bring the most complete medical records and imaging data to China. We'll only proceed with the transfer once Dr. Ye confirms the assessment is feasible."

Allen quickly took notes and chimed in, "This is the safest way to handle it; it won't make us look like we've lost our composure."

Mrs. Thatcher handed the gold pen directly to her secretary: "Draft the telegram."

The secretary perked up and immediately unfolded the special letterhead.

Mrs. Thatcher's calm voice echoed in the office, each word carefully chosen to define the overall situation:

"To the relevant departments of the People's Republic of China. The British government is willing to conduct formal medical exchanges with the China Heart Center on interventional treatment for children with congenital heart disease. The first batch of medical records will be personally carried to Beijing by Sir Williams. Please assist in arranging professional coordination."

Harrison couldn't resist trying to salvage the situation: "Should we add diplomatic language like 'in the spirit of friendly cooperation'?"

Mrs. Thatcher glanced at them coldly: "You can add it, but don't write it in too fancy a way. When you're asking for a favor, you should act like you're asking for a favor."

The secretary finished writing with a flourish and handed it over with both hands.

Mrs. Thatcher held the pen and smoothly signed her name. The scratching sound of the pen nib across the paper became the only sound in the room at that moment.

After signing, she pushed the weighty document to Harrison: "Send it out."

Harrison accepted it solemnly. He knew very well that once this paper was sent out through diplomatic channels, the proud heads of the entire British medical community would be bowed down on the international stage.

"Yes, madam." He straightened his back and stood up.

Williams also stood up.

Mrs. Thatcher looked up at the white-haired authority: "Sir, your trip to Beijing carries with you the last vestige of the British Empire's dignity, and the hope for the survival of British children."

Williams bowed his head solemnly: "I will remember this."

"What if, faced with that assertive Chinese female doctor, you could only choose one?"

Williams raised his eyes, his gaze as firm as a rock: "Save your life."

"Go and prepare."

……

As night fell, the top-secret telegram from Downing Street crossed the ocean, traversed a long international route, and arrived directly at the Chinese Embassy in Britain.

The embassy clerk's hand trembled slightly as he translated the telegram, and he immediately dialed the direct long-distance hotline to Beijing.

The night breeze was a bit chilly at the Beicheng Military Region General Hospital.

When the phone rang suddenly in the classroom, Ye Zhen was reviewing a complex anatomical diagram with her students in the training class.

On a few cobbled-together old wooden tables lay a thick stack of original foreign language materials. Li Hong and Liu Xiaohe stared wide-eyed at each other, Gao Yuan's fingers flew across the German dictionary, and Chen Feng was biting his pen, frantically drawing the path of the conduit on a draft paper.

The crisp, urgent ringing of the telephone broke the silence from the gatehouse.

Immediately afterward, Gu Zheng, dressed in a crisp green military uniform, strode in, a hint of undisguised pride on his lips: "Wife, it's an urgent call from Uncle Li of the Ministry of Health."

Upon hearing the words "Ministry of Health," all the students in the room stopped what they were doing and looked up in unison.

Ye Zhen calmly put down the red and blue pencils in her hand, walked over and took the receiver: "This is Ye Zhen."

On the other end of the phone, Vice Minister Li, usually so composed, was now trembling with barely suppressed excitement and elation: "Ye Zhen! Our embassy in the UK just received an urgent call from the British government! They want Williams to bring the data on the first batch of children with congenital heart disease to Beijing, formally requesting our Huaxia Heart team to conduct treatment evaluations!"

The room fell eerily quiet, with only the sound of the draft making the pages of the dictionary in Gao Yuan's hands rustle as it turned.

Gu Zheng leaned against the edge of the table with his arms crossed, his eyebrows raised arrogantly, his gaze fixed intently on his wife.

Lin Yi, sitting in the back row, suddenly tightened his grip on the pencil, the tip making a small dent in the paper with a "snap." Liu Xiaohe stared intently at Ye Zhen, barely daring to breathe, afraid of breaking this dreamlike moment.

Vice Minister Li took a heavy breath on the phone and dropped the most weighty statement: "This telegram was personally signed and stamped by Mrs. Thatcher!"

In the early 1980s, China was able to force the prime ministers of major Western powers to submit official telegrams, which was an unimaginable miracle.

Ye Zhen's cool gaze swept over the passionate young faces in the room.

She gripped the receiver tightly and decisively stated, "Vice Minister Li, please reply to them."

"Medical records can be brought here, and people can come here as well."

Gu Zheng chuckled softly, his eyes shining brightly.

Vice Minister Li on the other end of the phone hurriedly pressed for details, even adopting a humble tone: "Just tell me your rules and conditions for receiving patients! The ministry will support you to the end!"

Ye Zhen's voice showed no sign of being flattered, only a cold and authoritative tone befitting a businessperson.

"First, they must bring all the original imaging data of the child."

Several quick-witted students in the room immediately grabbed pens and began scribbling rapidly in their notebooks.

"Secondly, a detailed history of the child's medication, cyanosis, surgery, blood transfusion, and infection is essential; none of these can be omitted," Ye Zhen stated firmly.

"Great! I've got it all figured out!" Vice Minister Li readily agreed, his triumphant excitement practically bursting through the phone line. "I'll make a long-distance call to the embassy right now and get a formal reply immediately!"

"Click." Ye Zhen hung up the phone decisively.