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

The iron door to the special care ward was ajar.

As the effects of the anesthetic wore off, the monitoring equipment by the bed began to beep regularly.

Old Liu on the bed twitched his fingers twice.

Erni, who had been squatting at the foot of the bed, immediately rushed over and tightly gripped the rough, large hand that was covered in iodine and blood.

"Old Liu! Boss!"

Erni's voice was completely hoarse, and tears streamed down her face uncontrollably.

Old Liu struggled to open his eyelids, his vision still somewhat blurry.

A layer of white mist quickly appeared on the oxygen mask.

He was panting heavily, and he grabbed Erni's knuckles with a frighteningly strong grip.

"Ni'er..."

Old Liu made a rough, hoarse sound like a bellows being pulled in his throat.

"Don't blame God...it's all human error..."

Erni stood frozen by the bed.

Outside.

Old Zhao and his coworkers, who had been crouching against the wall, heard the noise and all crowded around the door, their ears perked up.

Old Liu coughed twice, and two lines of turbid tears seeped from the corners of his eyes.

"It's not that I rushed the construction schedule, nor is it the safety officer's fault."

"That heartless Qian Dewang! The safety ropes he gave us were all old, moldy, and rotten hemp ropes that had been sitting in the warehouse!"

As Lao Liu spoke, his chest heaved violently, causing the monitor to beep in alarm.

"This morning in the hoisting area... that rope snapped on the spot!"

"I didn't even have time to grab the scaffolding before I fell..."

These words, once uttered in the ward, caused an uproar outside in the corridor.

"Damn it!"

"I knew it!"

"Qian Dewang is really willing to use human lives to fill a hole!"

Veins bulged on Old Zhao's neck as he turned and roared at his coworkers behind him.

"Everyone heard that!"

"We haven't received a single penny of salary in six months, and they've been forcing us to eat moldy, mushy steamed buns every day!"

"Now, just to save face, they're using lousy ropes to fool us!"

More than twenty men, covered in dust and dirt, all stood up, their eyes bloodshot, their fists clenched so tightly they cracked.

That pent-up resentment, born from years of oppression and a reluctance to speak out, finally ignited into a raging inferno when Lao Liu faced this life-or-death situation.

"Walk!"

"Let's go find that beast and demand an explanation!"

Someone took the lead and shouted it out.

"What are you doing!"

"What's all this noise about in the hospital!"

A loud and forceful shout suddenly came from the stairwell at the other end of the corridor.

Old Xing, the head of the Municipal Public Security Bureau, walked over quickly with a dark face and seven or eight uniformed police officers.

Director Zhou of the Construction Committee, heavily pregnant, followed beside him, sweating profusely with anxiety.

This scene quelled half of the workers' anger, and they spontaneously made way for each other.

Just then, the door to the small office next door opened.

The guard, Xiao Wang, opened the door and then threw out a chubby little thing.

Qian Dewang clutched his arm, slumped flat on the corridor floor, and groaned in pain.

The accountant and safety officer followed behind, trembling, and dared not take another step, clinging to the wall.

Gu Zheng slowly stepped out of the threshold, casually adjusting the cuffs of his military uniform.

As soon as Lao Xing saw the person, he quickly went to greet him.

"Gu Zheng, what's going on?"

Gu Zheng raised his chin slightly towards Qian Dewang on the ground.

"Old Xing, I've got him under control."

"The contractor didn't report the accident and just threw the seriously injured worker into a dump truck and took him to the hospital."

"Just now in the office, he even took out 10,000 yuan, trying to buy me to shut up."

Old Xing's face twitched twice.

Director Zhou of the Construction Committee turned his head and immediately recognized the fat pig on the ground. He was so angry that he jumped up and down.

"Qian Dewang!"

"Look what you've done!"

"I've repeatedly emphasized the need for strict safety measures at the chemical plant project on the South Third Ring Road, and you've resorted to this kind of blatant disregard for human life!"

Director Zhou is now so angry he wants to skin him alive. If this blows up, he'll lose his official position as director.

Qian Dewang lay on the ground, his nose and tears all mixed together.

"Director Zhou...it's a misunderstanding!"

"It's all a misunderstanding!"

"That was because the workers didn't follow instructions and didn't fasten their safety harnesses properly..."

"Bullshit!"

Old Zhao could no longer hold back. He rushed out of the crowd, pointed at Qian Dewang's nose, and started cursing.

"You used rotten hemp rope as a safety rope to save money!"

"You also embezzled six months' wages from over fifty of us!"

Old Xing suddenly turned his head and glanced at the accountant following behind Qian Dewang.

"Give me the bag!"

Old Xing roared.

Two young police officers immediately stepped forward, grabbed the black leather bag that the accountant was carrying under his arm, and with a ripping sound, unzipped it and shook out the contents.

A large stack of 100-yuan bills lay scattered on the ground.

Along with the money, what fell out was the "Disclaimer Agreement" that Erni hadn't had a chance to put her fingerprint on yet.

Old Xing bent down to pick up the paper, quickly scanned two lines, and burst out laughing in exasperation.

"OK."

"The person is still on the operating table being resuscitated, but the liability determination letter has already been written."

"Forcing the victim's family to sign a waiver of liability for 300 yuan is not a work-related injury; it's blatant extortion and premeditated murder!"

Old Xing slapped the agreement into the arms of one of his criminal police officers.

"Cuff them all!"

"Bring them back to the city police station for emergency interrogation overnight!"

"Immediately cordon off the area and seal off all physical evidence at the South Third Ring Road construction site. Anyone who dares to touch a single steel bar at the site will be treated as an accomplice!"

"Snap!"

The cold handcuffs were locked directly onto Qian Dewang's good hands.

Just moments ago, the arrogant Boss Qian was now completely limp, his eyes rolled back, and he was dragged downstairs by two police officers.

The corridor fell completely silent.

Old Zhao stood there with dozens of men, his eyes red-rimmed.

Several young workers covered their faces and squatted on the ground, crying out loud.

Gu Zheng took two steps forward and stopped.

He looked at Lao Zhao and his group, his voice not loud, but it dominated the entire room.

"The Municipal Bureau has taken over this case, and the Construction Committee is supervising it."

"Listen up, we will pay you every penny of the wages we owe you, as well as Old Liu's medical expenses and lost wages."

"If anyone dares to shortchange you by even a single penny, I, Gu Zheng, will personally go and demand it back."

Director Zhou, who was standing nearby, immediately wiped his sweat and chimed in.

"Yes, yes, yes!"

"Don't worry, everyone. The construction committee's working group will be on-site tomorrow morning to process and pay the owed wages. We will definitely give everyone justice!"

Old Zhao's legs went weak, and he knelt down.

The dozens of workers behind him then had to bend down.

Gu Zheng reacted quickly, grabbing Old Zhao's arm and lifting him up.

"Stand up straight."

Gu Zheng exerted tremendous force.

"You earned the money yourselves through hard work; you didn't ask anyone for it."

"A person who works hard will never have to kneel down, no matter where they are."

Old Zhao grabbed Gu Zheng's arm with his other hand. This tall, 1.8-meter-tall man from northern Shaanxi was sobbing uncontrollably.

The voice just fell.

Ye Zhen, wearing a white coat and holding a medical record clipped to a piece of cardboard, strode over from the emergency room.

She didn't even glance at Qian Dewang and his group who had been taken away, and went straight to Erni and Lao Zhao.

"I just finished reviewing the latest traffic generation and blood count analysis."

All the workers held their breath, staring intently at her lips.

"The self-repair of the rupture in the right lung is much better than expected, and it has not caused a secondary pneumothorax."

"Postoperative infection has also been kept within a safe range."

Ye Zhen closed the medical record.

"As long as he doesn't have a fever tonight, he can be removed from the tube tomorrow morning and transferred to the general surgery ward."

"The person has been saved."

These four words are more effective than any magic pill.

Erni's legs went weak, and she slid down against the wall, covering her face with her hands and wailing, crying out all the despair she had felt throughout the night.

Old Zhao, along with dozens of workers, bowed deeply to Ye Zhen at a ninety-degree angle. No one spoke; the only sound was the rustling of clothes.

Ye Zhen accepted the greeting, then handed the medical record to Liu Xiaohe beside her, turned around, and walked towards Gu Zheng.

Gu Zheng had already picked up the enamel mug with the Double Happiness logo on it from the nurses' station table and handed it forward half an inch.

"Have a sip of something hot to calm your fatigue."

Ye Zhen didn't refuse, took the jar, and tilted her head back to drink a big gulp.

She looked up at him.

Neither of them said anything or made any unnecessary movements, but the tacit understanding between them kept all the chaos that had just occurred in the corridor outside.

Behind the load-bearing column in the distance.

BBC reporter George, holding a camera, captured the scene of a Chinese soldier lifting a migrant worker's arm, as well as the profile of a female doctor who had just come off the operating table, looking down to drink water.

The cameraman, Tom, leaned over and asked in a low voice.

"Mr. George, should we include this construction site dispute in 'Heart of the East'?"

"This is so dramatic, it will definitely attract European audiences."

George nodded, then shook his head.

"This isn't just for attention, Tom."

George pulled out his notebook and quickly jotted down what he saw in English.

Western media often criticize the East's medical system for being backward, but today's play proves that here, what saves lives is not only cutting-edge equipment, but also the bottom line of conscience upheld by these people.