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

The British head nurse, Fiona, had initially intended to meticulously check the medical records, but upon hearing the last sentence, she dropped her pen to the ground.

She said incredulously, "My God! She only listened to the heartbeat once, and didn't even look at the X-ray, how did she know that the fifth child had pulmonary congestion?"

Ye Zhen hung the stethoscope back around her slender neck and stepped toward the sixth stretcher.

George, standing nearby, glanced at the cameraman and gestured for him to capture the entire scene of the reversal of power between China and the West.

He excitedly muttered to himself, "Fantastic! This sense of conflict! Don't stop the machine, keep recording!"

Gu Zheng had somehow wandered over to his side, raised his hand, and pointed to the long line of Chinese ambulances with their emergency lights flashing on in the distance on the tarmac.

"Every scene you capture on this tarmac today is a testament to Chinese doctors risking their lives to save children. You guys with your cameras, don't treat this as a gilded stage."

"Major, as a member of the media, I only believe the facts. Whether it's a miracle or... a medical scandal."

Gu Zheng spat the half-lit cigarette he was holding in his mouth onto the ground, stomped it with his military boots, and his eyes were sharp as knives.

"That's quite a coincidence. We Chinese have always preferred to use facts to slap others in the face."

On the other side, Deputy Minister Li strode up to Minister Clark and forcefully extended his hand.

"A warm welcome to Minister Clark to Beijing, China."

Clark gave him a perfunctory handshake, but his gaze was completely fixed on Ye Zhen in the distance.

"Vice Minister Li...that's your Dr. Ye?"

"Yes, it's our Dr. Ye!" Vice Minister Li puffed out his chest, feeling more confident than ever before.

Clark watched silently as the thin, Eastern woman deftly secured the oxygen mask on the last critically ill child, then gave Gu Zheng a swift gesture in the distance.

Gu Zheng understood immediately and turned to the convoy, yelling, "Car number one, go first! Car number two, bring up the rear! Jeeps, lead the way! All drivers, stick to my taillights like the back of your hand!"

Traffic policeman Lao Wang stood straight at the exit of the helipad, holding the red flag for traffic control high in his hand.

The air traffic controller's excited voice boomed through the walkie-talkie: "The medical convoy lane is cleared; departure is permitted!"

Gu Zheng opened the Jeep door, turned around, looked at the woman walking towards him, and his voice immediately softened.

"Honey, you must be exhausted. Get in the car quickly."

Ignoring his public display of affection, Ye Zhen reassured the bewildered British mother beside her in fluent English, "Mrs. Taylor, please get in the ambulance. Your daughter will receive the best care in the ambulance."

The British mother clutched her daughter's small blanket tightly, her eyes red and her voice trembling: "Doctor...will she...will she be safe?"

"Don't worry, we will get her to Beicheng safely and securely."

Bang! Gu Zheng slammed the car door shut, and the Jeep engine roared like a wild beast as it shot towards the exit like an arrow.

As the convoy pulled out of the tarmac, it kicked up waves of heat. George, looking at the dusty scene through the window of the foreign guests' van, turned to Clark and said:

"Your Excellency, these Chinese have turned a respectable diplomatic reception into something resembling an armed transport operation on a battlefield."

Clark stared at the military jeep ahead, its flashing lights and imposing presence leading the way.

"George... if this kind of 'battlefield approach' can actually save the children of the British Empire, I not only don't mind, I'd even applaud her."

When the convoy rushed out of the airport's dedicated lane, the guard posts along Chang'an Avenue had already been notified in advance.

Traffic policeman Lao Wang stood at the first major intersection, clutching the traffic light control box tightly to his chest. The traffic lights, which usually changed slowly, were now being manually switched into a continuous green light by him.

"Traffic to the north has been stopped! Buses to the south will have to wait three minutes!"

A colleague's breathless voice came through the walkie-talkie: "Old Wang, this is like welcoming a foreign dignitary!"

Old Wang stared at the flashing lights on the roof of the first ambulance in the distance, and clicked his tongue: "More worthwhile than picking up a head of state! A child in that car is in critical condition!"

"Are foreign kids this interested too?"

"You know nothing! They've traveled halfway around the world to beg for their lives. We Chinese not only have to give way, but we also have to make them open their eyes and see who opened this path to survival for them!"

The military jeep led the way through the intersection. Gu Zheng gripped the steering wheel tightly with one hand and pressed the radio button on the vehicle with the other.

"Car number one, report the situation."

"The first patient's blood oxygen level is maintained at 82, heart rate at 132, skin temperature is low, and the family's emotions are under control."

Gu Zheng turned to look at Ye Zhen in the passenger seat. Ye Zhen had a triage board on her lap, and her pen was quickly tracing rows of names.

She took the walkie-talkie from Gu Zheng's hand, pressed the call button, and her fluent and sharp English instantly switched to the channel.

"Fiona, keep your feet warm and don't increase your oxygen flow; your lungs are already overloaded."

There was a two-second hesitation on the other end of vehicle number one, followed by a slightly anxious voice from the British head nurse, Fiona: "But the saturation is low!"

Ye Zhen didn't waste any words, her tone firm and leaving no room for negotiation: "More oxygen doesn't always mean safer, follow my order! Now!"

There was a moment of silence on the walkie-talkie, then Fiona's resigned voice came through: "Yes, Dr. Ye."

Gu Zheng chuckled as he turned the steering wheel: "Honey, your foreign language skills are better than any document from the Ministry of Transport. You've got that foreign nurse completely under your thumb."

Ye Zhen turned a page of the medical record without even looking up: "Stop being so frivolous, how many intersections are ahead?"

"Thirteen, the road has long been cleared."

"Child number seven had a low-grade fever before boarding the bus. Upon arrival at the hospital, a blood routine test and infection marker test were performed first."

"I'll tell Lao Zhou right away." Gu Zheng picked up the radio again. "Headquarters! Headquarters! Get a response."

Dean Zhou Hai's voice broke through the background noise: "Listen up! Don't rush me, the stretcher line is already set up at the ward entrance!"

"Child number seven will go for testing first and will not enter the ward; that's the rule Ye Zhen mentioned."

Zhou Hai immediately shouted in a loud voice, "Old Liu from the lab! Pick up patient number seven as soon as they arrive, and get all the blood tests—complete blood count, C-reactive protein, and blood culture—ready!"

In the BBC guest van following behind, George took pictures through the windshield of the long street intersections that had been abruptly cut off by green lights, his expression becoming increasingly complex.

"They coordinated traffic across the entire city in advance," the cameraman whispered from the back. "This way, we won't get any chaotic footage."

George opened the shooting outline and heavily underlined the words "airport chaos" with a pen. "Don't rush, there will always be loopholes in the hospital's temporary wards."

Health Secretary Clark sat in another Hongqi car, listening to the translator relay the Chinese side's swift and efficient convoy dispatch, his brow furrowed ever since he disembarked from the plane.

The secretary muttered in a low voice, "Your Excellency, the road conditions in the capital are far worse than in London. The motorcade is driving so recklessly; there's a considerable risk involved."

Clark, however, stared intently out the car window.

Workers riding old-fashioned bicycles stopped on the street to watch the ambulance convoy whiz by; some people hugged their curious children tightly and gave up most of the road; and an old man selling popsicles even dragged his cart several meters towards the alley entrance to make room.

Clark asked in a low voice, "Do they know who's in the car?"

The translator glanced outside and replied, "The inside news has already spread; everyone knows it's a foreign child coming to China for heart treatment."

The secretary asked incredulously, "Don't they find it strange or objectionable?"

The translator looked out the window at a Beijing teenager waving vigorously at an ambulance. "They didn't find it strange; they felt proud."