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

Hans stood in front of the control panel, his hands clasped together, barely daring to breathe.

Fifteen minutes later, all twenty medical records had been sorted.

"Thirteen can be directly arranged for intervention and containment." Ye Zhen pushed the folder on her left over. "The earliest we can schedule it is next Monday."

Hans's suit was already soaked with sweat. He stepped forward abruptly and thanked him repeatedly in German.

Hans grabbed the briefcase and followed Lin Yi as they rushed out of the laboratory.

The international long-distance call was relayed directly back to the Siemens headquarters building in Munich, Germany.

"President, Dr. Ye has accepted them! Thirteen! The first batch of children can be sent on the plane in three days!" Hans held the microphone, his excited voice so loud it was almost splitting.

Thomas abruptly stood up from behind his large desk, slammed the phone down, and turned to stare at his secretary. "Notify Bild and national television immediately! I want the front page!"

The next morning, Bild printed an additional 300,000 copies overnight, which were snapped up by the public as soon as they were delivered to newsstands on the street.

The front page featured a bold, sweeping headline: "Germany Takes the Lead! Siemens Fully Sponsors the First Batch of Thirteen Children's Medical Records, Receive Approval from the East!"

When the newspaper reached Paris, the Champs-Élysées was completely paralyzed.

Tens of thousands of people, holding signboards, completely blocked the entrance to the French Ministry of Health. Riot police, carrying shields, were pushed back by the angry crowd.

Pierre, a senior official from the Ministry of Health, stood on the high steps, sweating profusely with anxiety, holding a metal megaphone.

"Calm down! Fellow French citizens, please remain rational! China's medical technology hasn't even completed the European Community certification process yet..."

A father in a tattered overcoat, his eyes red, squeezed to the front and slammed a crumpled copy of Bild onto Pierre's chest.

"The British have already taken their lively children home! The Germans even sent the medical records over overnight! And you're still waiting for that damn process!" The father's finger almost poked Pierre's nose. "By the time you finish stamping these documents, my child will have to go through the process in the cemetery!"

Pierre stammered, his mouth agape, unable to utter a single word. Behind him, the glass of the door was cracked like a spiderweb, smashed open by several hard baguette pieces.

Rome, Italy at the same time.

The national television station is broadcasting live from Golden Square. The Deputy Minister of Health is speaking in bureaucratic jargon to the camera, emphasizing that the national healthcare system must adhere to a rigorous review process.

A young mother suddenly broke through the security cordon and squeezed straight into the camera's view.

"Liars! You're all liars!" the mother screamed into the microphone, her voice shrill and piercing. "Why did the German Chancellor personally sign a petition to China? Why did Siemens send the medical records over overnight! While our government was on vacation drinking coffee!"

The deputy minister was so frightened that he instinctively took a step back.

The director didn't even have time to cut off the signal; the footage instantly spread throughout the entire Apennine Peninsula. Rome's municipal hotline was completely overwhelmed within half an hour, and the operators, unable to bear the incessant ringing, simply threw the phone receiver aside.

While Europe's anger is raging, Siemens headquarters in Bonn, Germany, is currently holding a victory celebration.

Siemens' top executives sat in their offices, beaming as they looked at the urgent summary reports just handed in by the various sales regions.

Since Siemens announced that it would fully cover the medical expenses of German children traveling to China, the gratitude of the German people has been overwhelming, even spilling onto the cash registers of shopping malls.

Three Siemens appliance stores in Munich were completely emptied of their stock within two hours. Refrigerators, washing machines, ovens, even the display models on the shelves were sold. Consumers across Germany were paying for Siemens with real money.

"The people say, a company willing to spend money on its children can't possibly be bad." The marketing manager's voice trembled with excitement. "President, today's sales are equivalent to the entire quarter's profit. We've already more than doubled back those charter flight and medical expenses!"

This commotion couldn't be kept secret from those with connections and influence in the financial district.

Wall Street capitalists and major European conglomerates were green with envy at Siemens' staggering sales figures.

This isn't charity; it's a sure-fire, super-profitable business! It grants you top-tier fame, boosts national sales, and puts you on the list of appointments with that Eastern female doctor who possesses the technology to save lives in the future.

The capitalists were already calculating their options, and immediately issued a firm order.

Beijing, Ministry of Health, China.

The door to Vice Minister Li's office was pushed open, and an officer from the Foreign Affairs Department rushed in, breathless, carrying a thick stack of documents.

"Director Li, the dedicated phone lines are all going crazy!" The clerk, covered in sweat, slammed the documents onto his desk.

Vice Minister Li, rubbing his throbbing temples, asked, "Is the French ambassador causing trouble again?"

"Not an ambassador, but a representative from the French Renault Group!" the clerk gasped for breath. "They said that if we collect the French medical records first, they're willing to donate ten of the latest ECG monitors directly to the Beicheng Military Region General Hospital!"

Vice Minister Li was suddenly stunned.

Before he could even react, the red phone on his desk rang again, as if on cue. The clerk answered, listened for a couple of seconds, then abruptly covered the receiver, swallowing hard. "Director Li, it's the president's line for Fiat Italy. They said they'd give us a truckload of ventilators for free, so please let us cut in line!"

Vice Minister Li grabbed a large tea mug with "Serve the People" printed on it and gulped down half a mug of cold water before he could calm down his anger.

Yesterday we were still haggling over diplomatic negotiations, and today these capitalists are banging on our door with money and top-notch equipment! To grab a spot to receive treatment in China, these foreigners are practically scrambling to get ahead.

"Quick! Get me the main hospital's hotline! Find Ye Zhen!" Vice Minister Li slammed his fist on the table in a panic.

A few minutes later, the call was answered by the General Hospital of the Beicheng Military Region.

"Feed? Minister Li?" A lazy, deep male voice came from the other end of the phone.

Vice Minister Li was taken aback: "Gu Zheng? Where's Xiao Ye?"

"My wife is on the operating table. It's noisy outside, so I'll take over for her." Gu Zheng stood in the duty room, a military jacket draped over his shoulders, a half-lit Daqianmen cigarette in his hand.

Vice Minister Li was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan, rattling off the story of the foreign company offering equipment to jump the queue: "You need to quickly ask Xiao Ye how to respond! This is all real foreign exchange and top-notch equipment that our country desperately needs! But if we agree to one group, we'll offend another. The Foreign Affairs Department is waiting for our reply!"

After listening, Gu Zheng chuckled, his voice carrying a nonchalant roguish air: "Siemens got a huge advantage, and everyone else is just jealous. Director Li, my wife anticipated this before she took office and confided in me about it."

"What did Xiao Ye say?"

Gu Zheng held a bottle of Daqianmen tea in his mouth, his tone calm and unhurried, yet revealing an unyielding firmness: "We'll take all the equipment; earning foreign exchange for the country is a huge good thing. They asked for priority spots, and we readily agreed. Tell them to send over the original medical records immediately."

Vice Minister Li grew anxious: "Agree to all of them? Then how will the slots be allocated? Who will go on the operating table first?"

"Is that even a question?" Gu Zheng chuckled. "My wife's rules have never changed. She gives them the spots, but how they're allocated depends entirely on their condition. Whoever is more seriously ill and meets the surgical criteria gets priority."

Gu Zheng paused, his eyes suddenly sharpening: "Those who don't obey these rules, tell them to go back to where they came from with their foreign gadgets!"

Hearing the boastful words on the other end of the phone, Vice Minister Li finally felt relieved and couldn't help but burst into laughter: "Good lad, impressive! We'll do it according to Xiao Ye's rules!"