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

As soon as it was light, the ward for international patients was already bustling with activity.

After the logistics lady finished mopping the corridor one last time, the phone at the nurses' station rang three times. Liu Xiaohe, carrying two cardboard sheets clipped together with the doctor's orders, led several young nurses to check the discharge criteria room by room.

Today, the second batch of sick children from the UK and the first batch from Germany will be discharged together.

George put the videotape he had filmed the night before into his bag and then patted his inner pocket.

This was his last day in the northern part of the city.

The bus downstairs has been arranged, and the customs procedures have been completed. All that's left is for Ye Zhen to sign off before these children can go home.

In ward number one, Williams, Brown, and German expert Stein surrounded the patient's bedside.

None of the three sat down.

The bedside electrocardiogram monitor beeped, and the curves on the screen were so stable that they couldn't bear to look away.

Brown held the ballpoint pen and scribbled rapidly in his notebook.

"Forty-eight hours after a restrictive closure procedure, the left ventricular ejection fraction has recovered to this level. The Royal Hospital will need to hold at least three meetings."

Stein crossed his arms and stared at the data for a long time without moving.

"If someone else were to use that Siemens machine, they definitely wouldn't be able to achieve the same results."

Williams did not respond.

He placed Julian's two record cards, one before and one after the surgery, side by side, and stopped his fingertip on the blood oxygen saturation column.

Half a minute later, the ward door was pushed open.

Ye Zhen walked in wearing an old, faded white lab coat.

There were two iodine stains on the collar, which were from when I was treating an emergency patient last night.

The foreign experts consciously stepped back, making room at the head of the bed.

Ye Zhen didn't exchange pleasantries. She took out a stethoscope from her pocket, hung it up, and placed it on Julian's chest.

The ward fell silent.

Ten seconds later, she removed the stethoscope and picked up the blood pressure monitor.

Inflate the cuffs.

Release the air.

Ye Zhen glanced at the watch face.

"High pressure is 110, low pressure is 70."

Karl stood to the side, still clutching Julian's little jacket in his hand.

"Dr. Ye, is Julian ready to take a long-haul flight now?"

Ye Zhen took the medical record card from the bedside table and signed her name in the last column.

"You can go."

Just as Karl breathed a sigh of relief, Ye Zhen added another sentence.

"After returning to China, follow the follow-up examination schedule as written on the card. Three days, seven days, fourteen days, not a single time point can be missed."

Karl nodded repeatedly.

"Okay, okay, we'll definitely do as you say."

Ye Zhen handed the splint to Liu Xiaohe.

"Next bed."

The ward next door was much more lively than ward number one.

Little Stone sat cross-legged on the hospital bed, holding a thick red yarn in his hand. The yarn tumbled and turned among his ten fingers, sometimes forming a net, sometimes stretching out.

Julian, dressed in a striped hospital gown, sat opposite him, clumsily mimicking his movements with both hands.

"No, no!"

"Choose the middle one, pull it down, and you'll have a parachute!"

Lin Yi stood to the side, suppressing a laugh, and translated Xiao Shitou's words to Julian.

Julian carefully selected one.

The yarn was directly tied into a knot.

The two children looked at each other, then lay down on the bed and laughed.

Carl stood at the door, not going in for a long time.

He took a brand-new camera out of his suit pocket, aimed it at the two children, and pressed the shutter.

"Click."

Upon hearing the noise, Little Stone immediately sat up and straightened his back.

Julian also sat up straight.

Carl took another picture.

Li Hong came in carrying a large cardboard box.

The box was full of small cards cut from cardboard.

The front of the book features the twelve zodiac animals, while the back is covered with discharge instructions in both Chinese and English, and Chinese and German. Twenty-three medical students stayed up all night, writing neatly and drawing carefully.

Li Hong walked to the bedside of the little British girl Lily, took out a card with a drawing of a white rabbit, and put it in her hand.

"Lily, this is yours."

Lily hugged the card, looked up, and called out a somewhat broken Chinese sentence.

"Thank you, Sister Li Hong."

Li Hong ruffled her hair.

"Take your medicine on time. Don't sneak any candy."

Lily immediately put her hands behind her back.

Several British parents nearby burst out laughing.

9:30 a.m.

The bus stopped at the entrance of the inpatient department.

The luggage had been loaded into the car, and the driver had started the engine. But the foreign family members and experts were all blocking the corridor, and none of them would come downstairs.

Dean Zhou Hai walked over from the other end of the corridor with his hands behind his back. Seeing this scene, he thought something had happened again.

"What's wrong? The car is waiting downstairs."

Carl, holding his camera, pushed his way forward.

"Dean Zhou, we would like to take a group photo with Dr. Ye and these Chinese medical students before we leave."

Brown nodded immediately.

"We have to film this. This is a day in medical history."

Williams also spoke up.

"It's not to commemorate us, it's to commemorate these children who survived."

Zhou Hai was delighted upon hearing this.

"That's easy. What about Xiao Ye?"

Liu Xiaohe squeezed out of the crowd.

"Dr. Ye is in the duty room. She said her white coat is dirty and won't look good in photos, so she doesn't want to come out."

Outside the crowd, Gu Zheng walked over carrying a brown paper bag.

He wasn't wearing his military uniform today, but rather his civilian clothes, and he walked very quickly.

"I'll go call them."

George immediately raised the camera and pointed it at the half-open wooden door of the duty room.

In the duty room, Ye Zhen was sitting at the table flipping through the "Chinese Journal of Surgery".

There was a half-cold glass of water on the corner of the table, and a stack of unfinished medical records.

Gu Zheng pushed the door open and closed it behind him.

He placed the brown paper bag on the table.

Ye Zhen didn't look up.

"What are you doing?"

Gu Zheng bent down and placed his palm on the magazine.

"There are dozens of people waiting for you to take a photo. If you don't go, they won't even get on the plane."

Ye Zhen raised her head.

"There's iodine on my white coat, it doesn't look good."

Gu Zheng pushed the brown paper bag to her side.

"Change to this one."

Ye Zhen glanced at him and reached out to open the bag.

Inside was a yellow short-sleeved fitted dress.

The fabric is lightweight and drapes beautifully, with fine pleats at the hem. A narrow leather belt cinches the waist with a small, unassuming silver round buckle that adds a clean and sophisticated touch.

There was also a pair of black low-heeled leather shoes next to it.

Ye Zhen paused for a moment.

"Where did it come from?"

"Just bought it from the store."

Ye Zhen hesitated for a moment, then said, "Close the door properly."

Gu Zheng chuckled.

The sound of fabric rubbing came from behind me.

Gu Zheng stood at the door, his hand on the doorknob, truly acting like a door god.

Three minutes later, Ye Zhen spoke.

"alright."

Gu Zheng turned around.

There was a two-second silence in the duty room.

The yellow dress fit Ye Zhen perfectly at the waist, highlighting her neat shoulders and neck, and the hem reached her calves. The aloofness that was usually suppressed by her white coat hadn't diminished; instead, it had gained a touch of vibrancy.

Gu Zheng looked at her for a while before opening the door.

"Let's go, honey."

The door opened.

The talking in the corridor stopped.

Brown was arguing with Stein about a postoperative indicator when he turned around and saw Ye Zhen, dropping his pen to the ground.

Liu Xiaohe opened her mouth, but couldn't call out anyone for a long time.

Li Hong reacted the fastest and ran over immediately.

"Teacher Ye, you look so beautiful."

Ye Zhen looked down at the hem of her skirt.

Gu Zheng stood next to her and reached out to gently support her lower back.

"Go downstairs, don't keep the photographer waiting."

Only then did the crowd begin to move.

Everyone rushed to the lawn in the backyard.

The photography officer from the main hospital's publicity department had already set up his Seagull camera. George was half-squatting beside him, with the camera slung over his shoulder.

The formation was quickly set up.

Chinese medical students and nurses stood in the last row.

On either side are the families of sick children from the UK and Germany.

Experts like Williams, Brown, Stein, and Hans also squeezed in.

But the very front center position is empty.

No one was standing there.

Karl grew anxious and walked over to Ye Zhen, gesturing and inviting her in.

"Dr. Ye, please stand here."

Ye Zhen waved her hand and turned to find Zhou Hai.

"Dean Zhou, you are the head of the main hospital, this position should be yours."

Zhou Hai took two steps back.

"Stop trying to pull me through this."

Ye Zhen looked at him.

Zhou Hai pointed to the empty seat, his voice suddenly rising.

"You saved these kids from the operating table, and you also managed to defeat those foreigners from Siemens through your own skills."

"You'd be in this spot even if the King of Heaven himself came."

The surrounding Chinese medical staff joined in the commotion.

"Dr. Ye, stand in the middle!"

"Teacher Ye, please stand in the middle!"

Old Zhao and several of his coworkers stood on the periphery and clapped along.

Ye Zhen didn't push it away again.

She walked to the center and stood behind the foreign children.

Gu Zheng was not in the frame.

He leaned against a tree not far away, arms crossed, watching her.

George adjusts the focus.

In the viewfinder, a Chinese female doctor in a yellow dress stands in the very center.

In front of her were foreign children with rosy cheeks.

On either side were European parents blushing and clapping, and Western experts who were no longer arrogant.

Behind her stood Chinese medical students, ramrod straight.

The photography officer raised his hand.

"Don't move."

"Look this way."

"one two three!"

"Snap!"

The flash went off.

George wrote a line of English on his notebook.

They brought back heartbeats from the East.