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When Mrs. Taylor entered the consultation room, she was still tightly clutching her daughter's small wool blanket.

She saw the films spread out on the table, slowed her pace, and glanced back and forth between Ye Zhen and Brown. Her voice tightened: "Is Emily going to have surgery now?"

Li Hong stood beside her and translated softly, "Dr. Ye needs to reassess Emily's risk level."

Mrs. Taylor gripped the edge of the blanket, her voice rising a half-octave: "But Dr. Brown told me she could wait; he said Emily's condition was stable!"

Brown immediately stepped forward and reassured her in rapid English, "Mrs. Taylor, please don't panic. Emily's previous data showed no signs of sudden danger, and I still believe she doesn't need to be among the first to go into surgery."

Ye Zhen didn't interrupt him, but simply opened Emily's bedside record and pushed it under the light.

"Emily's patent ductus arteriosus had been closed for too long, and her pulmonary vessels had been subjected to excessive blood flow for a long time. During the examination in London, the values ​​in her resting state did indeed appear to be within a certain range."

"But after she got off the plane today, her fingertips were cold, her breathing became shallow, and her second heart sound was more pronounced, which was worse than recorded in her medical record."

Brown quickly countered, "Long-haul flights, psychological stress, dehydration—these factors can all explain it."

Ye Zhen looked up. "Being able to explain something doesn't mean you can rule it out."

Brown pulled the pen from his chest, pinched the cap between his fingers and twirled it twice, as if trying to find a buffer for himself to open the pen.

"Dr. Ye, I'm not questioning your judgment."

He paused, lowered his voice, and his tone became more weary.

"But there are still twenty-two families outside, and every one of them thinks their child is the most in danger. The order was confirmed with all the parents' signatures before departure. If I tell them now that someone has cut in line, do you know how those parents will react?"

Brown glanced at George's camera by the door, its red light still on, and lowered his voice.

"If other parents collectively protest the unfair ranking process in front of the cameras and the whole world, it will not benefit anyone."

Williams did not immediately express his opinion, but stared intently at Ye Zhen.

Ye Zhen placed the pencil on the table and tapped the edge of the medical record with her finger.

"Dr. Brown, you're worried about the parents causing trouble, but I'm worried about something happening to the child."

She stood up, and the chair leg scraped against the floor with a short thud.

"The order of things can be explained to the parents, but what if something goes wrong? How will we explain it to them?"

Brown's lips moved, but he didn't reply.

George, who had been waiting behind the chalk line outside the door, pointed sharply at the cameraman: "Can we record this medical dispute in its entirety?"

Gu Zheng leaned against the doorframe with his arms crossed, not even lifting his eyelids: "Isn't your crappy machine always recording?"

George simply ignored Gu Zheng and looked directly at Minister Clark.

"Your Excellency, British audiences have the right to know whether a child assessed as low-risk by our country had their treatment level arbitrarily changed based solely on the subjective judgment of Chinese doctors without a comprehensive imaging diagnosis."

Clark frowned, his gaze shifting from George to Ye Zhen, clearly also affected by those words.

"Dr. Ye, I need a reasonable explanation. If the data from the UK shows she is low-risk, why did you overturn that conclusion in front of the entire world?"

Ye Zhen completely ignored the dark, unlit camera.

She stood up briskly and walked out the door.

"Come with me."

Mrs. Taylor was helped by Li Hong to follow, and Brown, Williams, Clark and George, seeing this, also followed in a large group.

In ward number three, Emily lay on the hospital bed, her soft golden hair clinging to her forehead, her small face under the oxygen mask almost transparently white.

The British head nurse, Fiona, was taking her temperature when she saw a large group of people rushing in. She immediately stepped aside and said, "Her temperature is normal."

Ye Zhen stepped forward, took off her stethoscope, and handed it directly to Brown.

Listen.

Brown took the stethoscope and bent down to listen carefully.

The ward was so quiet that the only sound was the gurgling of bubbles coming from the oxygen filter.

After listening, Brown straightened up and frowned: "The second heart sound at the pulmonary valve is indeed a bit loud, but it's still within a manageable range."

Ye Zhen did not argue with him, but simply took back the stethoscope and handed it to Williams.

"Listen."

Williams bent down and listened much more carefully than Brown, moving the chest piece three times on the child's chest wall before straightening up.

When he looked up, most of the weariness on his face had disappeared, replaced by a heavy solemnity.

"The second heartbeat was stronger than it was recorded in London."

Brown, sweating profusely, said anxiously, "Jazz, this is within the normal fluctuation range..."

Ye Zhen didn't look at him again, but waved to Mrs. Taylor.

Give me your hand.

Mrs. Taylor, bewildered, trembled as she offered her hand.

Ye Zhen didn't hold her hand, but instead guided her hand to gently touch Emily's fingertips that were sticking out of the blanket.

Mrs. Taylor's hands, which had been trembling, stopped the moment she touched her daughter's fingertips. She leaned towards the bed as if she had been nailed to the side.

"Her hands...why are they so cold?!"

Li Hong softened her voice as she translated.

Ye Zhen took Emily's other hand out from under the blanket and let her mother touch both sides at the same time.

"Her heart was already overwhelmed, and her body was concentrating blood into vital organs in an attempt to save itself, sacrificing peripheral circulation in her limbs."

Mrs. Taylor's eyes instantly welled up with tears.

"But she was talking to me on the plane just now... She said she wanted to see Tiananmen Square in Beijing..."

Ye Zhen gently placed the child's cold little hands back into the warm blankets.

Being able to speak doesn't guarantee safety.

Mrs. Taylor turned to Brown, her emotions beginning to crumble: "You told me she could wait! You told me she wasn't as dangerous as those purple-haired kids, you promised me that!"

Brown opened his mouth, his voice hoarse: "Mrs. Taylor, during the assessment in London, the data did indeed support stability..."

Ye Zhen interrupted him.

"A patient is a living, breathing person, not just data pinned to a piece of paper."

Brown's face lost some color.

Williams gave him a deep look and said in a low voice, "Brown, that's enough."

Brown had no choice but to swallow the rest of his words.

Upon seeing this, George immediately pushed the camera forward, pointing the lens directly at Mrs. Taylor's red-rimmed eyes.

Mrs. Taylor clutched the blanket even tighter, as if it were the last straw.

"Will she...will she die?"

Ye Zhen looked at Mrs. Taylor quietly, without saying a single hypocritical or pretty word.

"If she waits patiently according to the original waiting list of British doctors, something might happen to her while she's waiting."

Mrs. Taylor's shoulders slumped.

Ye Zhen then placed the pencil into her palm.

"However, now that I have discovered it, I have the opportunity to completely eliminate the danger on the operating table."

Mrs. Taylor gripped the pencil, her fingertips stained with black graphite powder.

"What do you need me to do?"

Ye Zhen's voice was clear and crisp: "Sign, agreeing to her inclusion in the intervention priority group, and accepting the highest level of contingency plan for possible emergency conversion to open-chest surgery during the operation."

Mrs. Taylor looked at Brown for help.

Brown's face was ashen, and he remained silent.

She then turned her gaze to Sir Williams.

Williams walked to the bedside, took off his reading glasses, and slowly wiped the lenses with a handkerchief, as if giving himself some time to think about the weight of his next words.

"Mrs. Taylor, if Dr. Ye requests to bring forward Emily's surgery, I support her decision."