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

The 761st Special Operations Regiment of the Beicheng Military Region is stationed there.

Under the blazing sun, soldiers were training in the 400-meter obstacle course on the parade ground, their shouts echoing through the air.

Political Commissar Zhang Xuebing sat behind his desk, scratching his head at the pile of reports and logistics approval slips. The electric fan overhead made a clanging sound, but it couldn't dispel the irritation in his heart.

The training supplies list that was originally supposed to be signed by the regimental commander, Gu Zheng, was all piled up here.

A military jeep pulled up unexpectedly in front of the office building. The license plate read "Military Region No. 1 Vehicle".

Hurried footsteps came from downstairs.

The door was pushed open without knocking.

Commander Chen strode in, the stars on his shoulders gleaming.

Political Commissar Zhang's pen trembled slightly. He quickly stood up, his back ramrod straight, and saluted, saying, "Greetings, Commander!"

Commander Chen stood with his hands behind his back, his sharp gaze sweeping across the office.

"Where is your living Yama?"

Political Commissar Zhang's mind worked incredibly fast.

Gu Zheng was not in the camp.

At times like these, it would be a major taboo for the regimental commander to be absent from his post if the superiors came for a surprise inspection.

"Reporting to the commander, Regiment Commander Gu... he went to the shooting range behind the mountain to inspect the new recruits' shooting training!" Political Commissar Zhang's voice was loud and clear, his expression unchanged.

Commander Chen walked to his desk, pulled out a chair, and sat down.

Don't give me that crap.

Commander Chen reached out and tapped the table.

"When I entered the gate just now, I checked the vehicle entry and exit records. Gu Zheng's car left the camp two hours ago. What, is your 761st Regiment's firing range located on Tiananmen Square?"

Political Commissar Zhang choked.

This lie can't be kept up anymore.

Commander Chen took out a pack of Daqianmen cigarettes from his pocket, pulled one out, and put it in his mouth.

"Tell me the truth, where did that brat go?"

Political Commissar Zhang wiped the sweat from his brow, steeled his resolve, and confessed honestly: "Reporting to the commander, Regiment Commander Gu... he went to the department store."

Commander Chen stopped holding the match.

Political Commissar Zhang was going all out. After all, whether he faced the danger or not, he'd be in the same boat anyway.

"They said Dr. Ye was seeing a foreign guest off at the hospital today, and it wouldn't be appropriate for him to wear a white coat for photos. So Old Gu... drove off to buy his wife a new dress."

After saying this, Political Commissar Zhang shut his mouth tightly.

He was waiting for Commander Chen to slam his fist on the table and start cursing.

The commander of the army's elite regiment, a man of great stature, was absent from his post during working hours, instead going to a department store to buy clothes for his wife. If this kind of conduct were happening under normal circumstances, Gu Zheng's green uniform would definitely be torn to shreds.

However, the expected storm did not materialize.

There was a two-second silence in the office.

Immediately afterwards, Commander Chen burst into loud laughter.

The laughter made the windowpanes vibrate.

"That kid!" Commander Chen, cigarette dangling from his lips, pointed at Political Commissar Zhang, his shoulders shaking with laughter. "That stubborn, unyielding rock of his has finally seen the light! Going to the department store to buy a dress? Haha!"

Political Commissar Zhang was completely stunned.

Not swearing? And laughing so happily?

Seeing that his superior hadn't lost his temper, Political Commissar Zhang couldn't hold back his grievances any longer and boldly began to pour out his grievances.

"Commander, you have no idea how difficult my life is right now."

Political Commissar Zhang pointed to the pile of documents on the table.

"Gu Zheng used to treat the barracks like his home. He wanted to sleep in the operations room every single day of the year. Now, he leaves work on time every day and finds ways to get to the hospital's family quarters."

"He couldn't be bothered to even look at the plans for the night training exercises, so he just dumped them all on me to sign. He only attended half of the regimental tactical seminars, saying he needed to go back and cook porridge for his wife!"

Political Commissar Zhang became more and more excited as he spoke.

"The most outrageous thing was when I went to his dorm to check the military budget with him, and guess what he was doing?"

Commander Chen flicked his cigarette ash with interest: "What are you doing? Studying Western military theory?"

"He's reading 'Postpartum Care of Sows'!" Political Commissar Zhang exclaimed in anguish. "He said Dr. Ye instructed him to broaden his knowledge in preparation for taking care of his wife. Yesterday, he even asked the logistics staff to inquire where he could get authentic Dong'e donkey-hide gelatin, saying he wanted to replenish his wife's qi and blood!"

Political Commissar Zhang slapped his thigh.

"Where is this the sharp, deadly blade of our North City Military Region? He's practically a kitchen maid! If he continues to neglect his duties like this, the entire burden of the 761st Regiment will fall on my shoulders!"

Commander Chen had laughed enough.

He stubbed out his cigarette in the tin ashtray on the table, his expression slowly hardening until he became unusually solemn.

This sudden change in demeanor made Political Commissar Zhang instinctively straighten up.

"Old Zhang, do you think that Gu Zheng is always busy with his wife and neglecting the army's important matters?" Commander Chen asked.

Political Commissar Zhang hesitated for a moment.

"It's not that it's delayed, the training results haven't dropped, it's just this attitude... they don't take their work seriously at all."

Commander Chen raised his hand, interrupting him.

"You're always stuck at the grassroots level focusing on ideological work, and you haven't heard a thing about the upheavals happening outside."

Commander Chen opened his black briefcase and pulled out a red-headed document from the bottom.

The document was thrown directly onto the desk in front of Political Commissar Zhang.

"Take a look at the tap in the upper right corner."

Political Commissar Zhang lowered his head.

The document bears a top-secret stamp in the upper right corner.

Political Commissar Zhang gasped.

"This is an order issued overnight from above." Commander Chen pointed to the paper. "That wife you mentioned, whom Gu Zheng treated like an ancestor, is now a veritable national treasure of our country!"

Political Commissar Zhang's mind went blank.

"National treasure? I understand Dr. Ye's medical skills are superb, but a national treasure..."

"You know nothing!" Commander Chen retorted without any politeness. "Dr. Ye, with just a scalpel, single-handedly defeated a whole bunch of arrogant, stubborn medical old fogies in Europe!"

Commander Chen became more and more spirited as he spoke, his voice unconsciously rising in pitch.

"The British Prime Minister at 10 Downing Street personally sent a congratulatory telegram! The big boss of Siemens in Germany begged and pleaded to give us millions of dollars worth of cutting-edge equipment for free, just to curry favor with Dr. Ye!"

"The so-called 'Chinese Standard' she set is now an ironclad rule that the entire Western medical community regards as sacred! Do you realize how much face it has earned for our country in diplomacy, and how much backbone it has upheld!"

Political Commissar Zhang's mouth gaped open; he was completely dumbfounded.

All he knew was that Dr. Ye had treated several foreign children.

Who would have thought that these few surgeries would expose the true nature of this capitalist superpower, forcing foreign companies to provide equipment?

Commander Chen turned his head and stared into Political Commissar Zhang's eyes.

"The leader personally called me yesterday. His exact words were: 'Comrade Ye Zhen's safety and well-being are of paramount importance to the country at this stage. She is a strategic talent who can single-handedly drive international medical cooperation and break down Western technological barriers.'"

Commander Chen spoke slowly and deliberately.

"The commander specifically instructed that Gu Zheng's primary political task now is to protect his wife! We cannot allow Dr. Ye to suffer any injustice, and we cannot allow her to be in any danger whatsoever!"

Commissar Zhang's face flushed, and his forehead was covered in sweat.

The official document on the table now weighed more than a thousand pounds.

So Gu Zheng wasn't neglecting his duties at all.

They are carrying out the highest strategic orders issued by the Central Military Commission!

He was just reporting on Gu Zheng, criticizing him for being obsessed with women. And now, Gu Zheng is being ordered to pamper his wife!

Commander Chen put his hands behind his back.

"I'm here to convey this instruction. Even if Gu Zheng went to the department store to buy a dress during work hours, let alone if Dr. Ye wanted to eat snow lotus from the Tianshan Mountains right now, Gu Zheng would have to rush to Xinjiang tonight to pick it for me!"

Political Commissar Zhang swallowed hard.

My worldview has been completely reshaped.

Commander Chen looked at Political Commissar Zhang's shocked and expressionless face and joked.

"Xiao Zhang, if you feel the burden on your shoulders is too heavy, and you can't handle the daily affairs of 761 by yourself, how about I submit a report to the military region and transfer an experienced deputy political commissar from a brother unit to help you share the load?"

Political Commissar Zhang was jolted awake.

Transferring him to deputy political commissar? That's a power-sharing arrangement. If he doesn't perform well, he'll have to give up his full-time position.

"No, no!"

Political Commissar Zhang straightened his chest, stood at attention, and answered decisively.

"Reporting, Commander! I'm in excellent health! I can handle the political work, logistics, and daily training exercises of the 761st Regiment all by myself until I retire!"

Political Commissar Zhang raised his voice to express his stance.

"I firmly guarantee that Commander Gu will have ample time to carry out the most important task of protecting national treasures! Even if Gu Zheng doesn't come to the regiment for a year, I'll keep track of everything!"