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

Zhou Hai was so anxious that morning that he almost wore out the soles of his shoes in the office.

The ward for international patients has been vacated, and the equipment has been borrowed. The only problem is finding a translator who understands medicine and is proficient in foreign languages. This has become a critical bottleneck!

He grabbed the black bakelite telephone on the table and frantically dialed the Foreign Affairs Department of the Ministry of Health: "Old leader! I've got all the hospital beds sorted out, but could you at least send me a few translators specializing in foreign affairs? Those are twenty-three sick British children; even a single letter off on their medication or injections could cause an international laughingstock!"

On the other end of the phone, the leader's voice was filled with utter helplessness: "Old Zhou, it's not that the ministry won't send you someone. I can mobilize all the foreign affairs translators in Beijing, but do they know how to spell 'Tetralogy of Fallot'? Do they know the medical terminology for 'heart failure'? Sending a translator who doesn't understand medicine is like sending blind men to lead the way! You'll have to figure this out yourself!"

"Beep—beep—"

Hearing the dial tone after the phone call ended, Zhou Hai slumped into a chair and sighed repeatedly.

At 2 p.m., the office door was suddenly pushed open.

"Reporting to the Dean!"

It was Lin Yi who came in. He was the medical student who had led the group in doing hard labor in Heping Lane.

Behind him followed closely seven or eight student representatives, including Li Hong and Zhou Ming.

Lin Yi strode forward, took out a neatly folded red paper from his pocket, and placed it on the desk in front of Zhou Hai.

"Dean, this is a letter of request to join the fight from all the medical students in Heping Lane!"

Zhou Hai was stunned for a moment, then lowered his head in surprise.

The red paper was covered with the names of these young people. Above each name was a bright red thumbprint pressed firmly.

"What are you doing...?"

"We heard that the higher-ups can't send any translators with medical knowledge, and the hospital is short of medical guides," Lin Yi said loudly.

"These twenty-three of us have been working tirelessly with Dr. Ye every day, studying the most cutting-edge foreign literature. We not only understand everyday foreign languages, but we also know the specialized medical terminology for congenital heart disease! We can even decipher the most difficult German instrument manuals; dealing with foreigners is a piece of cake!"

Li Hong took a step forward, her eyes shining with unwavering determination: "Dean, the country and the hospital have always invested so much effort in training us, and Teacher Ye has meticulously taught us the true skills to survive. Now that the foreigners are here, it's time for us Chinese to prove ourselves!"

"We're requesting that all our staff be stationed in the international ward! No pay, each person will be assigned to one patient, acting as a translator and a patient guide!"

Li Hong declared firmly, "If foreigners don't understand something, we'll explain it clearly to them in their foreign languages. That's the standard practice for Chinese doctors!"

The duty room was unusually quiet.

The logistics director and the nursing director, standing in the corner, were stunned. From these teenagers, they clearly saw an unyielding spirit and pride that could not be suppressed.

Zhou Hai clutched the letter of request to join the fight, covered in red handprints, his eyes red-rimmed. Suddenly, he slapped his thigh and exclaimed "Good!" three times.

"Good! Good! Good!"

He turned to stare at the head of the nursing department, and with a sweeping gesture, exuded an air of dominance:

"Dr. Ye usually teaches them real skills, now this is the battlefield for real training! Let them go! Tell those British people that these young Chinese medical students are the most impressive representatives of our Beicheng Military Region General Hospital!"

……

Meanwhile, at the Ministry of Health, in a special conference room.

The panic that had just subsided was dealt another blow.

With a bang, the heavy wooden door was pushed open. The duty secretary rushed in, sweating profusely, clutching a blue urgent telegram that had just been deciphered.

"Vice Minister Li! The Chinese Embassy in the UK just received a supplementary explanation!"

Vice Minister Li snatched the telegram. He skimmed through it, his face turning as black as the bottom of a pot.

Director Wang of the Foreign Affairs Department sensed something was wrong and quickly craned his neck to look: "Old Li, what's wrong? What kind of strange conditions has the British brought up this time?"

When he saw the letters on the telegram, he gasped in shock.

"BBC..."

"The British side requested that a BBC documentary crew accompany the entire trip to China on the chartered flight! They demanded access to the catheterization lab and wards to conduct unedited, full-length filming of the transnational treatment process for these twenty-three children!"

It exploded. The meeting room was in complete chaos.

"This isn't a medical visit! This person is here with malicious intent to cause trouble!"

Civil aviation expert Lao Liu slapped his thigh, jumping up and down in anxiety. "Once they're allowed to film, it'll be broadcast to the whole world! What if the equipment malfunctions? What if there's even the slightest mishap during the procedure? The BBC, with their cameras and microphones, will cut to that footage and show it to all of Europe!"

The head of the Protocol Department frowned deeply, then bluntly pierced the surface:

"This is Mrs. Thatcher's political maneuvering! She's under immense pressure to extend loans from the national treasury, and she needs the BBC to film her to shut some people up. If she recovers, it'll be a great story of cooperation between the two countries; if she fails, it'll be blamed on China's poor medical conditions, and they'll absolve themselves of all responsibility!"

"We absolutely cannot grant permission to film!"

Director Wang echoed repeatedly, his lips drained of color from fright. "Yes, yes, yes! We stopped the BBC at the airport! That was close! If anything had gone wrong, not only would Ye Zhen's reputation have been ruined, but our country's face would have been utterly humiliated by the foreigners!"

"No filming! No discussion!"

The room erupted into chaos, with everyone demanding an immediate telegram rejecting the British request that was actually a veiled threat.

"Quiet down, all of you."

Vice Minister Li didn't look at anyone. He slowly and neatly folded the blue telegram and placed it firmly under his enamel teacup.

"These twenty-three medical records were chosen and accepted by Comrade Ye Zhen herself. She had already calculated clearly in her mind how to perform the surgery and whether the person could survive."

Vice Minister Li slowly raised his eyelids, his eyes, weathered yet sharp as knives, sweeping over everyone in the room.

"I just want to ask one question."

Vice Minister Li tapped the table heavily with his bent knuckles.

"Gentlemen, do we believe in Ye Zhen's knife?"

The question was asked very softly, yet it struck everyone's chest like a heavy iron hammer.

I recall how the arrogant German general manager, Hans, bowed his head; I recall the 100 million marks that shipping magnate Schröder threw down; I recall Ye Zhen's miraculous 35-minute operation at the operating table, where she pinpointed the problem perfectly…

Director Wang swallowed hard, speechless. Old Liu's hand, which had been suspended in mid-air, slowly lowered as well.

I believe you.

Vice Minister Li grabbed the Hero brand fountain pen from the table and neatly and solemnly tucked it into the breast pocket of his Zhongshan suit.

"Since the foreigners want to see, then open the doors wide and let them see for themselves!"

"Not only should the BBC film it, but they should also be given the best filming positions! We want the whole world to see clearly—"

Vice Minister Li suddenly straightened his spine, his voice booming:

"Chinese people, save us! It's perfectly just and aboveboard!"