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

The old-fashioned ceiling fan overhead spun slowly, and each sway of the blades produced a dull creak.

In Conference Room One, the tea in the enamel mug had long since gone cold.

Nobody's drinking it.

Ye Zhen flipped over the last ultrasound report, raised her hand and tossed the red and blue pencils she was holding between her fingers back into the pencil holder.

"despair."

A crisp sound.

She neatly and efficiently divided the fifty-nine original British medical records into three piles.

Williams and Brown stared intently at the table.

Zhou Hai sat beside him, his back ramrod straight.

Xiao Wang, the translator, stood in the corner, pen in hand, ready to take notes at any moment.

Ye Zhen tapped the stack of documents on the right twice with her fingertips.

"Twenty-three portions."

She looked up, her gaze sweeping over the two Englishmen opposite her.

"These twenty-three can be done."

Brown's eyes widened in surprise.

He jumped to his feet, the chair legs scraping against the cement floor with a sharp, piercing sound.

"Twenty-three?"

He pointed to the medical records on the table, his face flushed.

"Dr. Ye, we have brought fifty-nine desperate pleas for help! The Royal Hospital spearheaded the effort, sifting through medical records transferred from various locations before sending them to China!"

"You're only taking twenty-three?"

Ye Zhen was not angry.

She leaned back in her chair, her eyes as cold as a scalpel.

"I'm taking on a mission, not a quota."

She placed her hand on the thickest pile on the left, pulled out a contrast image, and slapped it onto the center of the long table.

"This one."

"Tetralogy of Fallot complicated with severe pulmonary atresia."

Ye Zhen pointed to the dark shadow on the film.

"Open-chest surgery with a systemic-pulmonary shunt is the only option."

She looked up at Brown.

"You brought him in for intervention?"

"The catheter can't even get past the pulmonary valve. You want to see a heart rupture on my operating table?"

Brown froze for a moment, then stubbornly replied, "But the family doesn't want open-chest surgery..."

"Just because the family doesn't want it doesn't mean the doctor can act recklessly."

Ye Zhen didn't give him a chance to continue arguing and instead threw out a second medical record.

"There's one more."

"A simple ventricular septal defect, but the defect is too large and there is no tissue at the edge for the occluder to attach to."

She looked directly into Brown's eyes.

"Tell me, how do I seal it?"

"Forcibly inserting a metal mesh, waiting for it to fall out and into the ventricle, triggering acute heart failure?"

Brown was cornered and turned pale.

His lips moved, but he couldn't utter a single word for a long time.

Ye Zhen pushed the thick stack of medical records away to the side.

"Medicine is not a numbers game."

"If it's not suitable, it's simply not suitable."

"Forcing these children to have catheters inserted is tantamount to murder."

Her voice wasn't loud, but it made the entire conference room feel suffocating.

"I don't run a slaughterhouse here."

Williams reached out and grabbed Brown's arm, forcibly pulling him back into the chair.

"Dr. Ye is right."

His throat was so dry it was hoarse.

"We were too eager for quick results and placed our hopes on children who did not meet the criteria."

After speaking, his gaze did not fall on the thirty-two medical records that had been deemed "taboo," but instead fell on the four lonely records in the middle.

Tom is right there.

The little boy who looked up at him in the London rain and asked—"Can I open a window to China in my heart?"

Williams' Adam's apple bobbed.

"What about these four in the middle?"

"Postponed."

Ye Zhen pointed to the covers of the four medical records.

"These are all complex and abnormal cases; simple blocking won't solve them."

"I just analyzed Tom's situation."

"We must use an RF guide wire and a shape memory alloy support."

The veins on the back of Williams' hand were bulging.

"When can it be done?"

"wait."

Ye Zhen answered decisively.

"How long will it take?"

"Wait for Siemens labs to build the prototype."

She pushed the twenty-three medical records on the right in front of Williams.

"As for these twenty-three, ventricular septal defects, atrial septal defects, and patent ductus arteriosus are all in line with the current equipment size."

Ye Zhen picked up the cooled enamel mug and took a sip of water.

"Two weeks."

"Send these twenty-three children to the North City in two weeks."

Williams paused, taken aback.

Two weeks.

Brown, having recovered from his earlier embarrassment, frowned and began to calculate the accounts.

"Transferring 23 sick children, along with their accompanying family members, is an extremely large undertaking."

"Chartered plane, nurses, oxygen supply equipment, emergency medicines."

"Their physical condition at 10,000 meters altitude..."

"Then bring the Royal Hospital's emergency team to escort you the whole way."

Ye Zhen interrupted him.

"Entrust your lives to me."

She paused, her tone becoming even calmer.

"As long as they meet the criteria, I will do everything I can to ensure they return to the UK in good health."

The meeting room fell silent.

This statement is not an exaggeration.

But it is more important than any guarantee.

Zhou Haiteng stood up.

He knew it was a done deal.

This was in the 1980s!

The British Empire chartered planes to send sick children to China.

This will make a huge splash in the history of international medicine!

"good!"

Zhou Hai, with a loud voice, turned to look at the translator, Xiao Wang.

"Xiao Wang, you need to report to the Ministry of Health's Foreign Affairs Office first thing tomorrow morning."

"The Ministry of Foreign Affairs, the Civil Aviation Administration, the Border Inspection, and the Customs—no procedure can be omitted."

"This is purely a medical collaboration; get the necessary approvals and approvals, and give it the green light!"

Xiao Wang nodded quickly and scribbled notes in his notebook with his pen.

Zhou Hai quickly began to assess the hospital's assets.

Hospital bed.

Oxygen cylinder.

Nurse.

translate.

Foreign affairs reception.

Nothing less.

He slammed his hand on the edge of the table.

"Starting today, our main hospital will vacate wards."

"The ward for international patients was officially established."

"Translation services are available around the clock, and nursing care is provided at the level of diplomatic protocol."

"The British kids are here; we can't let people say our North City General Hospital let us down!"

"Old Zhou."

Gu Zheng, who had been silent in the corner, suddenly spoke up.

He walked over and pulled out a chair next to Zhou Hai, then sat down.

The military boots slammed against the table leg with a loud thud.

Those dark eyes, with a hint of thuggish ruthlessness, looked at the Englishman opposite him.

"I have no objection to setting up wards for international patients."

Gu Zheng held up one finger.

"However, it cannot take away from the quotas allocated to ordinary people in China."

Williams looked up.

Gu Zheng stared into his eyes, enunciating each word with utmost clarity.

"It's not easy for ordinary Chinese people to queue up for medical treatment."

"It's okay for British children to come for treatment."

"But my wife's surgery schedule has to prioritize children in China."

"Foreign guests are arranged in a coordinated manner, and their operating room times are strictly staggered."

He leaned back in his chair.

"You'll have to wait."

Zhou Hai, listening from the side, felt quite pleased.

These words struck a chord with him.

No special treatment.

We won't pay foreigners.

Save lives when needed, and establish rules when necessary.

This is what it means to stand tall and get things done.

Williams remained silent for a moment, then hugged the twenty-three medical records tightly to his chest.

It was like embracing a spark of hope that led to survival.

"I completely agree."

His voice was hoarse, yet solemn.

"I'll go back to London immediately to arrange a charter flight."

Two weeks later, the first batch of sick children arrived in Beijing.

Brown quietly put away those "taboo" medical records.

The two got up and rushed to the embassy to reply.