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

2 PM. Intervention Building, Beicheng Military Region General Hospital.

The green ceiling fans on the corridor ceiling whirred and whirred, stirring up the oppressive summer heat.

Lin Yi pushed open the door to the cleanroom laboratory. A tall foreign man strode in.

Hans's high-end custom-made suit was crumpled, his tie was crooked, and a large, obvious sweat stain was visible on the back of his shirt. He was tightly protecting a temperature-controlled briefcase with both arms, and a half-meter-tall aluminum alloy combination lock box was placed at his feet.

Two senior German engineers followed behind him, panting heavily.

Ye Zhen, dressed in a pristine white sterile gown, stood before the stainless steel workbench. She wore medical latex gloves and didn't even look up.

"Open it," Ye Zhen said.

Hans didn't dare to delay for even a second, deftly placing the incubator flat on the table and clicking twice to unlock the metal latch.

The cool air dissipated. The new RF wire prototype lay quietly inside the shock-absorbing foam.

Ye Zhen picked up the guide wire and turned to walk towards the high-powered microscope.

The laboratory was eerily quiet, save for the muffled hum of the instrument cooling fans. Hans stood there, staring at Ye Zhen's back as she worked with her head down, his heart pounding in his chest.

Two days ago, at the Siemens headquarters in Munich, in the rooftop conference room.

Hans still gets chills when he thinks about that board meeting held overnight.

The long conference table was filled with Siemens' top executives, the air thick with the smoke of cigars. On the screen, the BBC documentary "Heart of the East" was playing on a loop.

"Give up the exclusive distribution rights for the Asia-Pacific market, hand over the core patents, and even have to re-mold and produce according to that Chinese woman's new technology." A gray-haired director slammed the financial report on the table. "Thomas, you're making Germany's century-old industrial honor shine for a Far Eastern doctor!"

Thomas, president of Siemens Healthineers, sat in the main seat, not looking at the financial report. He raised his hand and pointed to the image on the screen.

"Honor?" Thomas's voice was low. "Gore's Parker was just taken to the London police station yesterday, and their stock has dropped by thirty percent. That's what happens when you go against the grain."

The meeting room fell silent for a moment.

"Haven't you all figured it out yet?" Thomas placed his hands on the table, his gaze sweeping across the room. "The threshold of medicine has changed. That woman named Ye Zhen is redefining interventional medicine for congenital heart disease for the next fifty years. The technology she possesses is the only key on Earth that can save those children with congenital heart disease."

Thomas pointed to the engineering drawings on the table.

"The new techniques are in her hands, and the power to set standards is in her hands. If equipment suppliers cannot provide bullets that meet her requirements, they will be ruthlessly kicked out of the market. This is not a business transaction; it's a matter of life and death."

The CEO of Siemens leaned back in his leather chair, pondered for a long time, and then issued the highest directive.

"Persuade the Prime Minister to compile the medical records of the first batch of eligible children in Germany as soon as possible, and let Hans fly to Beijing with the equipment and medical records."

The white-haired director frowned: "Who will pay for that expensive charter flight and medical expenses? The federal government's funding process takes half a month."

"Siemens will cover it," the president said decisively. "They will fully cover all the transportation and treatment costs for these children."

"You're going crazy with the shareholders' money!"

"I'm paying for a ticket to the highest level of medicine in the future!" The CEO made the final decision. "Holding onto Ye Zhen and becoming the exclusive equipment supplier for 'Heart of China' is Siemens' best strategy!"

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The resistance tester emitted a short beep, pulling Hans back to reality.

Ye Zhen connected the tip of the guidewire to a warm water bath simulating a blood vessel environment. A high-frequency current was applied, and the waveform on the oscilloscope began to fluctuate rapidly.

German engineer Klaus leaned closer. He was staring intently at the data on the screen, beads of sweat forming on his forehead and dripping down his chin into his collar.

Last time, Ye Zhen pointed out a 0.08-millimeter coating error to his face, which utterly disgraced German engineering. If he makes another mistake this time, he might as well just write his resignation.

Gu Zheng slowly walked in from outside, carrying the chipped red Double Happiness enamel mug.

He walked to the control panel and casually leaned against the wall. He lifted the lid of the teapot and blew on the tea stems floating on the surface.

"Look at him, all sweaty." Gu Zheng took a sip of his fine tea, turned to look at Klaus, and said, "Don't be nervous. Don't cry if it doesn't pass. You can just take it back and revise it. The airport's commercial flights haven't closed yet, so flying back to Germany will be quick."

Klaus couldn't understand Chinese, so he looked to the translator next to him for help.

The translator swallowed hard, but didn't dare to speak, only managing a smile that looked worse than a grimace.

Ye Zhen turned off the power and pulled out the guide wire. She took the vernier calipers and measured the clamping point again.

Five minutes later.

Ye Zhen took off her gloves and threw them into the yellow medical waste bin. She picked up the recording tablet hanging around her neck, removed the cap from her pen, and quickly filled in a row of data.

"The Teflon coating thickness error is controlled within 0.01 mm, and the impedance is within the safe range. After ten seconds of tip discharge, the temperature remains at 75 degrees Celsius, and no abnormal heat conduction is observed."

Ye Zhen closed the pen cap and looked at Hans.

"This batch of guidewires passed preclinical testing. It's usable."

Hans's tense shoulders relaxed, and he let out a long sigh. Klaus, upon hearing the translator's words, leaned back so much that he almost collapsed into the chair next to him.

"However," Ye Zhen began, "although the equipment has been built, it lacks human clinical data. All surgical parameters and ECG changes must be recorded by our Chinese team throughout the entire process. What you will take back is only the final summary result. The postoperative follow-up data for the following year will belong to 'Heart of China'."

This means that the Chinese side has completely seized control of the R&D data.

"No problem." Hans agreed readily without the slightest hesitation. "Siemens fully agrees to the Chinese side's requirements."

After saying that, he turned around, squatted down, and quickly dialed the numbers on the half-meter-high aluminum alloy combination lock.

The box popped open. Inside, twenty thick kraft paper bags were neatly stacked.

Hans picked up the top portion with both hands and handed it to Ye Zhen.

"Dr. Ye, these are the medical records of the first twenty children with congenital heart disease in the Federal Republic of Germany. All the Chinese translations are attached."

Gu Zheng listened from the side and gave a short laugh.

"They're pretty quick." Gu Zheng placed his teacup on the table. "Capitalists have abandoned their arrogance; they're more efficient than anyone else when it comes to running errands."

Hans pretended not to hear Gu Zheng's teasing and stood up straight.

Ye Zhen took the brown paper bag, untied the thread, and pulled out the first medical record.

The detailed echocardiogram data was printed in black and white on the paper. She scrolled down a few lines, her finger stopping at a number.