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

It's 6:30 in the morning.

Daylight broke. Cicadas chirped loudly in the trees, and the sweltering heat slowly dissipated in the corridor of the interventional building of the North City Military Region General Hospital.

The lights were still on in the ward for patients with foreign patients.

Next to each of the twenty-three hospital beds was an enamel basin with the double happiness symbol printed on it, filled with warm water and clean white towels soaking in it.

Li Hong squatted in front of bed number one, wrung out a towel, wiped the fine sweat from Emily's forehead, and helped her straighten the collar of her new clothes.

A red floral print short-sleeved shirt made of polyester with loose cuffs, making it breathable and cool.

Emily touched the cloth pocket on her chest.

"Li, beautiful..."

Li Hong smiled and lowered her head.

"As long as it looks good. It's the most comfortable thing to wear in the middle of summer, and you can wear it back to England too. Don't think it's unfashionable."

Mrs. Taylor stood to the side, her eyes red-rimmed.

She understood the words "go back to England".

In the past few days, she has been able to understand quite a bit of Chinese. For example, "drink porridge," "don't cry," and "it's alright." These words are more effective than any diplomatic language.

At the other end of the corridor, Lin Yi, sweating profusely, led several male students to carry a first-aid kit.

The box was covered with labels in both Chinese and English. Ye Zhen had checked the drug name, dosage, and timing of administration all last night.

Dean Zhou Hai, fanning himself with a large palm-leaf fan, conducted the inspection with his hands behind his back.

"Has everything been confirmed?"

Lin Yi stands at attention.

"Confirmed! Twenty-three children, medications, emergency plans, and post-operative check-up forms for the journey back to Beijing, one bag per child. One copy in English and one copy in Chinese."

Zhou Hai nodded.

"The journey to Beijing by bus will be bumpy, so please don't make any mistakes."

"Won't!"

Lin Yi answered quickly. His lips were dry and chapped, but his eyes shone with an astonishing brightness.

These young people had been working non-stop for days without a single complaint. Now, it's a little hard to see them all gone safely.

Heavy footsteps echoed from the stairwell. Gu Zheng, dressed in a green military uniform, slammed his boots on the terrazzo floor.

He was followed by two guards, each carrying a large net bag.

White Rabbit Creamy Candy.

Kuo-Kuang Apples.

Twenty-three small sachets sewn from red cloth.

Gu Zheng placed the net bag on the table at the nurses' station.

"Distribute them. One for each child."

Li Hong didn't understand.

"Instructor Gu, what's this?"

"It's to prevent motion sickness." Gu Zheng said expressionlessly.

Lin Yi interrupted.

"Can sachets prevent motion sickness?"

Gu Zheng glanced at him.

"If I say it's possible, then it's possible."

Aunt Wang, who was standing nearby, came over carrying a basket of hot buns and quickly chimed in.

"Why not? It contains mint and mugwort, which not only refreshes you and prevents motion sickness, but also repels those horny mosquitoes in the summer! This is filled with the heartfelt wishes of the Chinese people, more effective than any foreign medicine!"

British head nurse Fiona stood beside her, holding a notebook, and carefully wrote on a piece of paper: mugwort, mint, heartfelt wishes.

Brown glanced at the words she had written.

He couldn't be bothered to correct him. Many things about this hospital simply can't be explained by Western medical textbooks.

The children are all lively and energetic. That's the best explanation.

Ye Zhen came out of the duty room.

He wore a crisp white coat, his hair neatly tied back. He held the last stack of discharge instructions in his hand.

The corridor fell silent.

Twenty-three British families looked over at the same time.

These past few days, they've cried, been afraid, doubted, and even knelt by the hospital bed to pray in this corridor. Now the child can sit up, eat big steamed buns, and say "thank you" in broken Chinese. They don't know how to say goodbye.

Ye Zhen walked to the nurses' station and handed the doctor's order to Fiona.

Avoid strenuous activity for seven days.

Fiona nodded repeatedly.

"I've got it."

Williams walked over from the door of the ward.

Ye Zhen opened the medical record folder, pulled out a piece of paper, and handed it over.

"Review schedule: three months, six months, one year. All original data, sent to China Heart intact."

Williams accepted it with both hands and nodded solemnly.

"certainly."

"Data must not be altered."

Williams paused for a moment, then laughed frankly.

"I swear on my surname and honor."

The bus came to a stop. British personnel then transferred luggage and oxygen equipment to the air-conditioned bus.

Ye Zhen stood by the car door, checking each of the twenty-three children one by one.

The movements were extremely fast and decisive.

Observe the color of the lips, feel the temperature of the fingertips, and confirm the nameplate label on the wrist.

There was no hug, no small talk.

Only after each child was confirmed could the families feel at ease enough to board the new bus.

When it was Emily's turn, the little girl stepped forward and grabbed Ye Zhen's sleeve.

"Doctor Ye".

Ye Zhen stopped.

Emily pulled a crookedly drawn sheet of paper from her small handbag. It depicted Tiananmen Square, with a short-haired woman in white standing beside her, and a tall, imposing man holding a bright red apple.

Gu Zheng leaned closer to take a look.

"So, in her painting, I'm depicted as such a ferocious and menacing figure?"

Ye Zhen looked at it for two seconds.

"It captures the essence; it's quite similar."

Emily tilted her head back, her blue eyes filled with seriousness.

"When I grow up, I want to be a doctor."

Ye Zhen carefully folded the painting and tucked it into the medical record book.

"it is good."

She crouched down to be at eye level with Emily.

"Remember this: the first thing you do when you put on this uniform isn't to prove how great you are to others. It's to get your patients home alive."

Mrs. Taylor stepped forward and hugged Li Hong tightly.

She didn't dare hug Ye Zhen. In the eyes of these British parents, this Chinese female doctor was like a sharp scalpel. A scalpel that could cut through the gates of death, but not to be offended lightly.

Li Hong paused for a moment, then gently patted Mrs. Taylor's back.

"Madam, please don't cry. She'll be alright."

Mrs. Taylor shoved a thick letter into Li Hong's hands: "Here you go. This is a letter Emily wrote to her sister in China, and inside is her favorite lucky penny."

It's not just Emily.

As if they had planned it together, the other twenty-two British families all went to the Chinese medical students who had been staying by the bedside day and night.

The father of the patient in bed number two handed Lin Yi a commemorative metal buckle from a London double-decker bus.

The mother of bed number five handed Zhang Wei a postcard filled with blessings in English;

The little boy in bed number ten placed his most treasured handmade paper airplane into Zhou Ming's palm.

Every Chinese medical student now carries with them a heavy gift from a foreign land.

Li Hong clenched the envelope in her hand, nodded vigorously, and finally couldn't hold back her tears.

The bus doors slowly closed.

The roar of the diesel engine intensified.

Through the car window, a little hand pressed against it, waving reluctantly.

Li Hong took two quick steps forward. Lin Yi followed.

Twenty-three medical students stood in a neat row on this hot summer morning.

Without any commands or rehearsals, they simultaneously raised their right hands. Salute.

It wasn't the standard military salute. Some people's hands were shaking badly, and some people's postures were crooked.

But every young Chinese person stands tall and straight.

The bus started and drove off into the distance along the highway.

Inside the car, Mrs. Taylor, Nurse Fiona, Brown, Williams, and the British children who had been snatched back from the jaws of death all raised their hands.

They followed the example of the group of young Chinese people, returning a clumsy but sincere bow through the glass.

Li Hong's tears fell onto the scalding pavement. Lin Yi bit his lip, remaining silent.

Ye Zhen watched the convoy disappear into a tiny black dot at the end of the road.

The sunlight grew increasingly intense.

A patch of shade appeared above her head. Gu Zheng took out a large palm-leaf fan, shielded her from the sun, and fanned her gently.

"Now that they've left, it's time to give myself a day off!"

Ye Zhen shook her head.

"Go back to the hospital."

Gu Zheng gritted his teeth.

The British children have left, but the wives don't get a break either.

Suggested changes: Each student received a gift for the child they cared for.