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

London, on the banks of the Thames.

A deathly silence fell over the top-floor conference room at The Lancet headquarters.

A dozen or so board members, who are influential figures in the global medical community and are extremely wealthy and powerful, sat around a huge oval conference table.

A speaker was placed in the center of the table, playing a recording of an overseas phone call Edward had sent from Beijing, reading out his cold, hard "Chinese standard" word by word.

When the word "Huaxia Procedure" came from the loudspeaker, a board member with a full beard and the title of Academician of the Royal College of Physicians slammed his fist on the table.

"Absurd! This is an unprecedented humiliation!"

His face flushed red: "We are The Lancet! We define global medical standards! When did it become the turn of a Chinese female doctor to label her surgical procedure with the name of a country and then announce it to the world through our journal?"

Another board member chimed in, "That's right! Data sharing is the bottom line! She actually wants to keep all the clinical data to herself? What is she trying to do? Build her own data barrier? This is not in line with the open spirit of academia!"

Arguments rose and fell.

They are used to reviewing manuscripts from all over the world from a superior position, and they are used to judging whether a technology is qualified to be promoted by their own standards.

Now, however, someone has directly slapped the new rules in their faces.

"Quiet!"

Sitting in the main seat, an elderly man with gray hair and sharp eyes tapped the table with his knuckles.

He is Sir Allen, editor-in-chief of The Lancet.

The entire conference room fell silent instantly.

Sir Allen picked up the framed document that Edward had faxed over the night from the table and slowly stood up.

"Gentlemen, I would like to remind you of something."

His voice was steady and powerful: "While we were arguing about the naming rights and data ownership, at least five hundred families in Europe were actively working to get a plane ticket to China."

"Just yesterday, the stock price of Siemens AG rose by seven percentage points in a single day after announcing that it would fully fund the treatment of sick children in China."

"And we, holding the only guideline that could change all this, the only guideline that could teach European doctors this technique, are discussing our 'face'?"

He glanced around, and every director who met his gaze instinctively avoided his eyes.

"I agree to all her conditions."

Sir Allen slammed the document down on the table, sealing the deal.

"Not only do I agree, I'm also going to add the longest editor's note in our journal's history to her article!"

"As for the name 'Huaxia'..." Sir Allen adjusted his glasses, "I think it's quite good. It serves as a constant reminder to us Europeans sitting in our offices—while we argue endlessly about so-called 'academic dignity,' an ancient Eastern country has redefined what respect for life means with absolute power."

"Now, let's vote."

……

Three days later, in Beijing.

In the catheterization lab of the Beicheng Military Region General Hospital, among the second batch of British children to arrive, a girl named Lucy was lying on the operating table.

Outside the glass of the observation room, Dr. Brown and reporter George stood holding their breath.

Unlike last time, this time, their expressions no longer held a condescending scrutiny, but rather a pure desire to learn and observe.

The surgery proceeded smoothly as always.

Puncture, catheter placement, angiography, occlusion.

Ye Zhen's hands moved like precisely calculated machines, advancing the guide wire inch by inch without any hesitation.

However, just after the occluder was released and preparations were made for a final angiography to confirm the diagnosis, the monitor suddenly emitted a sharp, long beep!

"Blood pressure has plummeted! Heart rate has increased compensatorily to 150!" The anesthesiologist's voice suddenly rose.

"The occluder has slipped!" Brown exclaimed in the observation room.

On the large screen, the newly implanted umbrella-shaped occluder, due to the extreme lack of elasticity in the patient's blood vessel wall, actually detached from the defect, like a rootless duckweed, and rushed straight into the aorta with the turbulent blood flow!

Once it rushes into the brain, it becomes a fatal stroke!

George instinctively pointed his camera at Ye Zhen.

He expected to see a face contorted in shock by the unexpected.

But what he saw was still that expressionless, even cold, face.

"Execute Plan B."

Ye Zhen's voice remained unchanged, as if the dangerous situation before her, which could be classified as a first-degree medical accident, was already within her expectations.

"Prepare the capture sheath!"

With her left hand, she manipulated the original catheter to stabilize the blood pressure, while with lightning speed, she inserted a thicker sheath into the blood vessel with her right hand.

At the front end of the sheath, a tiny metal mesh pocket opened.

With a slight twist of her wrist, Ye Zhen accurately predicted the drift trajectory of the occluder in the turbulent blood flow imaging.

A net came right in front of me!

The plug that was about to plunge into the fatal fork was retrieved safely and forcibly pulled out of the body through the sheath.

The whole process took less than ten seconds.

The observation room was deathly silent.

Brown stared with his mouth open, unable to utter a single word for a long time.

She had already prepared for the possibility of failure!

This is no longer just a simple surgical skill; it is a terrifying level of control that anticipates and calculates all extremely rare intraoperative risks!

Ye Zhen didn't even blink. She immediately replaced it with a special occluder that was slightly larger and had barbs to grip the foot, and inserted it again.

This time, the plug locked firmly into the defect and wouldn't budge.

The surgery was successful.

There was no applause in the corridor when Ye Zhen walked out of the operating room.

Everyone was still reeling from those harrowing ten seconds of life and death, their scalps tingling.

That evening, Ye Zhen, who had just finished a series of surgeries, convened a debriefing meeting with all the young doctors in her office.

Pointing to the video recording of today's slippage surgery, she reprimanded Zhang Wei, the young doctor in charge of the standby procedure, until he couldn't lift his head.

"The ultrasound report shows increased echogenicity in the aortic wall, a hidden sign of extremely poor vascular elasticity! You knew this was a complex congenital heart disease surgery, so why did you place the backup capture sheath from Plan B on the second surgical cart, the furthest away from me?"

"If I had waited three more seconds on stage today, and the scrub nurse had been even a second slower, do you know what would have happened to this child if that thing had rushed into a blood vessel in his brain?!"

Zhang Wei lowered his head, his face flushed red, and he was sweating profusely. He didn't dare to say a word in his defense.

George, who was filming at the door, felt a little uneasy. He whispered to Liu Xiaohe next to him, "Isn't this... a bit too harsh? Won't it be bad for Dr. Ye's image if it's broadcast?"

Liu Xiaohe shook her head, but her eyes gleamed with a stubborn light.

"Mr. George, please be sure to keep this."

She said earnestly, "We are not afraid of being scolded by Teacher Ye. What we are afraid of is that one day on the operating table, we will no longer hear her scolding us like that."

"Because every mistake she pointed out was a lesson in how to save patients' lives."

George was stunned. Then, he nodded solemnly to the cameraman and refocused the camera on the stern-looking figure.

Just then, the office door was pushed open.

Lin Yi rushed in, panting, his eyes brimming with excitement: "Professor Ye! The German charter plane has landed!"

At this moment, on the tarmac of Beijing Capital International Airport, a heavy cargo plane bearing the Siemens logo and a Lufthansa passenger plane were slowly taxiing onto the runway with a loud roar.

Hans, accompanied by Siemens' top-level engineering team, escorted thirteen German children and a large number of the most advanced medical equipment in Europe at the time, and finally set foot on Beijing soil.