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

Fleet Street, London.

The Times headquarters building was brightly lit.

The typesetting room reeked of tobacco. Editor-in-chief Arthur crumpled up a finalized front-page proof of British cabinet policy and threw it into the wastebasket.

"Develop the photos! Enlarge them!" Arthur slammed his fist on the table, ordering the layout editor, "Take up the entire top half of the page!"

The editor paused for a moment, staring at the photo that had just been faxed back from Beijing.

"Editor-in-chief, this is tomorrow's political headline. We've been consistently covering the lead-up to the election..."

"Nobody in all of Britain cares about those politicians' empty promises right now!" Arthur interrupted him, jabbing his finger heavily in the center of the photo.

She was an oriental female doctor wearing a yellow dress.

She was surrounded by twenty-three rosy-cheeked British children.

"This is the kind of news the entire British Empire wants to see right now!" Arthur grabbed a red pen from the table and drew a thick line on the typesetting paper.

Use bold, black font for the main title. Do not use any subtitles.

Arthur set the tone.

"They brought back a heartbeat from the East."

The rotary printing presses began to roar. Thousands upon thousands of newspapers, still smelling of ink, were loaded onto trucks at three in the morning and sent to cities throughout Europe.

Seven o'clock in the morning.

The Champs-Élysées in Paris.

The autumn wind whipped up the fallen leaves along the streets. Newsstands that usually didn't open until nine o'clock were already packed with long queues.

The newsstand owner placed the last stack of Le Figaro and The Times on the counter. In less than five minutes, they were all snapped up.

"That's all! That's all!" the boss waved his hand repeatedly, shouting to the people still in line.

The group dispersed.

Several Parisians who had received the newspapers stood on the street corner, their eyes all fixed on the group photo on the front page.

London, BBC Broadcasting Building.

George sat in the hallway outside the studio, holding a cup of hot coffee.

Just a few weeks ago, he was a fringe journalist facing indefinite suspension after offending his sponsor, Gore & Associates.

Now, he has become the most sought-after producer in Taiwan.

In the studio, the documentary "Heart of the East" is being rebroadcast for the third time this week.

The ratings curve broke the BBC's highest primetime ratings record of the past decade.

There was no grand background music or deliberately sentimental narration on the screen.

The scene shifts to the dimly lit corridor of the North City Military Region General Hospital.

After completing more than a dozen surgeries, Ye Zhen didn't even glance at the foreign exchange certificates and thank-you letters sent by the families. She turned around and went to make rounds and write medical orders.

This pure, doctor-like attitude, which completely disregards vanity, struck a chord with ordinary Europeans accustomed to the commercialization of Western medicine.

The scene of Little Stone and Julian playing intimately in the same hospital room brought tears and laughter to Western viewers.

The audience hotline in the control room was completely full.

George looked at the clock on the wall.

This is just a victory for a documentary; for the British medical community, it's a major earthquake.

The Royal Infirmary, a few blocks from the BBC building.

Inside the top-level cardiovascular academic conference room.

A dozen or so conservative experts, each wearing a name tag around their neck, sat around a large conference table.

A few months earlier, it was this same group of people who had vehemently opposed Williams's trip to China to study. They insisted that the East could never possibly master such groundbreaking technology.

Right now, there are a dozen or so newspapers lying on the table. The TV on the wall is playing a video from "The Heart of the East," showing Ye Zhen using a radio frequency wire to drill a hole in dead flesh in two seconds.

No one spoke.

All that could be heard in the video was the urgent beeping of the monitor and Ye Zhen's very short and forceful commands.

Williams sat at the head of the table, holding a freshly released report on Tom's re-examination data.

He slammed the report down on the table.

"Have you finished reading?" Williams looked around. "Does anyone have any objections? Who still thinks we don't need to bow down to China?"

An elderly professor with white hair, who had just been finding excuses to nitpick, took off his glasses and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

Munich, Germany. Siemens Healthineers headquarters.

President Thomas stood before the enormous floor-to-ceiling window. A copy of *The Times* lay open on the table.

Next to it was the latest quarterly financial report, just delivered by the marketing department.

Hospitals across Europe are frantically ordering the self-expanding stent designed by Ye Zhen from Siemens.

Order volume surged by 300% in a single day. The stock opened at its daily limit and hit the daily limit again on the Frankfurt Stock Exchange.

The assistant pushed open the door and came in, holding a thick cooperation agreement in his hand.

"President. The second phase of the authorization terms from Beicheng has arrived." The assistant opened the document and pointed to a few lines. "Dr. Ye requires that the exclusive right to interpret all core clinical data belongs entirely to the 'Heart of China' team. Siemens has no right to extract or commercialize it without authorization."

Thomas turned around, strode to the table, picked up a pen, and didn't even bother to read the contents carefully.

Sign your name directly at the end.

The assistant stood there, stunned.

"Aren't you going to haggle? We're an equipment manufacturer."

Thomas threw down the pen.

"Haven't you figured out what that name in the newspaper means?" Thomas pointed to the photo of Ye Zhen in the newspaper. "It's not us providing her with equipment anymore. She's holding the world's most advanced surgical standards in her hands!"

Thomas leaned on the table.

"She can kick Siemens out at any time and replace it with Philips or General Electric."

"Starting today," Thomas gave the order, "establish a top-level liaison office in China. Whatever equipment or materials Dr. Ye needs, provide an answer within an hour. Siemens must be firmly tied to this chariot, or it's only a matter of time before it's abandoned."

Beicheng Military Region General Hospital.

The ward was noisier than ever after the departure of the foreign children. On the contrary, it became even busier due to the continuous influx of critically ill domestic children being transferred in.

In the intensive care unit, Old Liu had already had his tubes removed.

Erni carried the freshly cooked red bean porridge and fed the child spoonful by spoonful. When she saw Ye Zhen checking on the patients, Erni quickly put down the bowl.

"The recovery is going well." Ye Zhen glanced at the markings on the chest drainage bottle. "You can be transferred to a regular ward once the drainage volume is less than 30 milliliters. Make sure to eat plenty of protein."

After saying that, Ye Zhen closed the medical record board, handed it to Liu Xiaohe, and turned to leave the ward.

A stack of letters was piled on the desk in the duty room; they were thank-you notes and courtesy letters from various European countries, forwarded by the Ministry of Foreign Affairs.

Ye Zhen didn't even glance at it, and directly pulled out a film of a difficult domestic case and inserted it into the film viewing light box.

The door hinge rotates.

Gu Zheng strode in.

He was wearing a crisp military uniform today. The gold stars on his epaulets gleamed slightly under the corridor's fluorescent lights.

"What? Didn't you go to the military base again today?" Ye Zhen asked.

"Hey, stop talking. I just arrived at the unit today, and Political Commissar Zhang pushed me out, saying that I'm here to accompany my wife. This is an order from above, and it's my most important task right now."