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

The time difference across the ocean completely separates night and day.

As Zhao Tiancheng broke down in tears in the mud of the quarry, dawn was breaking in Minnesota, USA.

Mayo Clinic.

The main conference room of the cardiovascular center, which is of the highest level.

Seven of North America's most senior cardiac surgeons sat around a long conference table. This represented the pinnacle of power in the global healthcare system, wielding the power of life and death over countless new drugs and technologies.

Harrison pushed open the solid wood door and went inside.

He slammed a heavy brown paper bag directly onto the table.

"Gentlemen, the first topic of this morning's meeting is a personnel recommendation," Harrison said, pulling out a chair and sitting down.

Professor Stephen, sitting opposite, picked up his coffee cup and took a sip.

Whom would you recommend for the core board of directors?

"I would like to personally nominate Dr. Ye Zhen of the Beicheng Military Region General Hospital as a candidate for this year's Nobel Prize in Medicine," Harrison said calmly.

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

Immediately afterwards, he burst into unrestrained laughter.

"Harrison, Halloween isn't even a few months away." Stephen slammed his coffee cup down on the coaster and pointed to the brown paper bag. "Recommend a Chinese doctor? That country can't even muster a handful of qualified sterile laminar flow operating rooms, and you're talking to us about the Nobel Prize in Medicine?"

Wilson, who was sitting next to him, chimed in.

"Harrison, you are Mayo's chief cardiac surgeon. Think before you speak and act. Recommending someone who doesn't even have an American education will make Mayo a laughing stock among its peers."

Harrison untied the brown paper bag.

He distributed the stack of documents.

"This is the surgical disassembly diagram from the North City Summit. This is the detailed follow-up data of Tom, a critically ill child in the UK, four weeks after surgery. And this is the 'Chinese Standard' that just caused a sensation in Europe the day before yesterday."

Harrison tapped the table.

"This standard has just saved the lives of 23 critically ill children in Europe who had been given a death sentence. Sir Williams of the Royal Society of Medicine has personally nominated her for the Nobel Prize. We cannot turn a blind eye."

Wilson let out a cold laugh.

He turned around, opened the filing cabinet behind him, rummaged through it for a bit, pulled out a medical newspaper, and threw it directly onto the table.

The front page of the newspaper featured Harrison's own open letter.

"Just a few months ago, in this letter, you unequivocally referred to that Chinese doctor as a 'data fraudster'."

Wilson leaned back in his chair and looked at Harrison.

"You went to China and attended some nonsensical medical summit, and you even forgot your most basic medical knowledge?"

A few short, mocking laughs echoed through the conference room again.

Harrison showed no anger at his past scandals.

He picked up the newspaper and casually tossed it into the trash can at his feet.

"I was indeed arrogant." Harrison placed his hands on the table. "I initially thought it was just a medical malpractice farce in a backward area, and I went to North City to expose her face to face. But I lost."

Stephen frowned. "They paid you off?"

"They won me over with their technology."

Harrison picked up the instruction manual with the Huaxia prefix.

"She broke down a procedure that originally required a divinely gifted genius to complete into six standards. Each one strictly controlled the dangerous boundaries of the surgery."

Harrison held up the manual.

"This isn't just a lucky break. This is about completely reshaping the rules of the game in global cardiac surgery."

Stephen's facial muscles twitched twice.

He stood up, walked to the other end of the long table, picked up the joint nomination petition that Harrison had prepared, and without even looking at it, threw it back in front of Harrison.

"I don't care how many people she cured in Europe. This system hasn't been approved by the US FDA, nor does it have any clinical validation data in the United States."

Stephen crossed his arms.

"We will not sign the nomination letter. The reputation of the Mayo Clinic absolutely cannot be tarnished by an unverified Chinese doctor. This matter ends here."

The other experts also looked away, refusing to look at the nomination documents on the table.

Harrison stood still.

He looked at his colleagues and slowly put the documents on the table back into the brown paper bag.

"You're laughing loudly now. You're laughing at a Chinese doctor who comes from a humble background."

Harrison fastened the rope around the paper bag.

"But what she held in her hands was a set of clinical guidelines that had already achieved zero deaths in Europe."

"When hospitals all over Europe and even the world are using this standard to save lives, and you are still rejecting it because of your ridiculous arrogance and so-called FDA procedures, Mayo will become the biggest joke of this century."

After saying that, Harrison turned and walked towards the door.

"Harrison! What do you think you're doing?" Stephen shouted from behind.

Harrison gripped the doorknob without turning around.

"Since you're unwilling to look at European data, I'll personally go and invite her over."

Harrison strode back to his private office.

He locked the door, opened the drawer, and took out a top-quality gold-embossed letterhead with the Mayo Clinic's logo.

He removed the cap from his pen and began to write by hand.

"Dr. Ye Zhen, my esteemed physician."

The pen tip glides quickly across the paper.

Without any pretense of politeness, he directly wrote down the facts of the argument that had just taken place within Mayo Clinic, as well as the deep-seated prejudices within the North American academic community.

Scholars across the Atlantic still believe that your success is merely an unrepeatable coincidence.

"My statement alone cannot shatter this arrogance."

As Harrison finished writing the letter, he pressed his pen down hard and wrote the last two paragraphs.

"On my personal behalf, I sincerely invite you to take the time to visit the headquarters of the Mayo Clinic in the United States."

"If you are willing to come, I will apply for the Mayo Clinic's highest-level main auditorium for you."

"At that time, all the top scholars in the field of cardiac surgery in North America will be present to hear your report. I will not set any academic taboos or restrict any direction of questions."

"Please accept their most pointed questions face-to-face, and then shut them up with your standards."

Harrison signed his full name, folded the letter, and put it in an envelope.

He took the envelope and went straight downstairs to the post office, where he slapped it on the counter.

"Send international express airmail to a northern city in China. Don't worry about the cost, it will be delivered as quickly as possible."

The letter traveled across the ocean.

Five days later.

Beicheng Military Region General Hospital.

The corridors of the international patient ward were still crowded with anxious family members of the children waiting.

Ye Zhen had just finished checking the wards with Lin Yi and Li Hong, confirming the preoperative indicators of four critically ill children.

Just as I sat down in my office, Dean Zhou Hai pushed open the door and walked in.

Zhou Hai held a large envelope with English markings in his hand, his expression strange.

"Xiao Ye, this is an urgent registered letter from the United States. The postman delivered it directly to the hospital office. It has the Mayo Clinic's stamp on it."

Gu Zheng happened to walk in from outside, carrying a thermos full of hot water.

Upon hearing the words "Mayo Clinic," Gu Zheng put down the thermos and walked to the table.

"Mayo? Wasn't that foreigner who suffered the biggest defeat at the last summit from this hospital?"

Ye Zhen took the envelope and found a pair of scissors to cut open the seal.

She pulled out the thick, gold-embossed letter paper.

Read it line by line.

Zhou Hai was extremely anxious. "What does it say? It's all in English, my old eyes can't understand it. Does it mean they also support your Nobel Prize nomination?"

After reading the last sentence, Ye Zhen casually placed the letter on her desk.

Harrison said that medical experts in the United States do not recognize our "Chinese standards." They believe that China cannot develop world-class clinical guidelines, and even if it does, it is just a coincidence.

Upon hearing this, Zhou Hai's anger flared up immediately.

"These Americans have already cured and discharged over twenty British patients, and they're still pretending to be blind! Don't they even subscribe to The Lancet?"

"So Harrison sent me this invitation."

Ye Zhen stretched out her finger and tapped the last paragraph of the letter.

"He invited me to lecture at the Mayo Clinic. He gave me the largest lecture hall and called all the dissenting experts from North America over there, letting them ask me questions face-to-face."